Under the Heavenly Dao Divine Tree, starlight cascaded like silk.
Ye Qingzhou, Emperor Slayer, and Cyan Emperor sat cross-legged at the peak of the treetop, with the vast galaxy projection beneath their feet.
"Above the Emperor Realm, what exactly is there?"
A strand of pale flame danced on the fingertip of the Emperor Slayer, with miniature galaxies born and perishing within the flame.
The Cyan Emperor caressed the Jian Wood's leaves, as a leaf drifted down, its veins automatically extending into the spiral arm of a galaxy: "The human body is a small universe, while the cosmos is a grand universe."
Ye Qingzhou lightly traced with his two fingers, a strand of Sword Qi sketching a comparative diagram of atomic structures and galaxy operations in the void: "Electrons orbit nuclei, planets orbit the sun, galaxies orbit black holes..."
"This is..."
"Galaxy Circulation."
