The sea of stars is vast, flickering with illusory light.
Countless tiny lights float nimbly among the spiritual crystals, dancing like fireflies, as if curious, lightly touching the shoulders and hair of the outsiders.
Long before this, Lou Feng and Lou Yanyue had subconsciously restrained their own spiritual energy. On one hand, it was a family heritage to prevent the erratic spiritual fluctuations from damaging precise instruments. On the other hand, these small lights of spiritual energy were too fragile, and even a slight touch could shatter them.
However, when these countless fragments of light gathered together, the subtle flow of spiritual energy among them faintly formed a breathtaking and grand composite entity.
Unlike the vibrant fragments of light, the composite entity itself seemed to be in a state of slumber and chaos, not fully revealed. Just the twinkling of countless tiny lights constituted a mighty and grand rhythm and breath.
