The void stretched endlessly, silent as a tomb.
This was still the Ninth Star Ring.
But now, apart from Desolate, no other Venerable Gods remained.
Where the black pagoda, the behemoth, the paper figurine, and the Mother River once stood, only emptiness prevailed.
Sensing this, Xu Qing walked through the starry sky, through time itself, stepping into the fractured gaps between dimensions.
Guided by the paper fragment in his palm, he advanced step by step.
With each footfall, dawnlight blossomed across countless worlds.
A killing intent, cold enough to freeze the cosmos, seeped into the fabric of spacetime in his wake, solidifying even the faintest ripples in space.
His gaze—calm yet containing the power to refine countless stars—pierced through layers of turbulent spacetime…
Until it locked onto an almost imperceptible coordinate, one nearly indistinguishable from the void itself.
"Found you."
Xu Qing's eyes focused as he spoke softly.
There, in a mortal world,
