The words left behind a group of silent people. Wang Baole’s long hair fluttered in the wind, and his long robe fluttered in the wind as he walked further and further away.
Every step he took created ripples, as if transforming the starry sky into a lake. Wherever he passed, Dao charms spread out from his body, and one could vaguely see a dao star that contained supreme laws spinning above his head, the nine dao stars that were slightly smaller in size around him were spinning at the same time. There was also... the shadow of seventy percent of the tens of thousands of stars that had turned into stars that were faintly discernible around him.
All of this was reflected in the eyes of the cultivators from the purple gold civilization. They had an illusion that they weren’t seeing a cultivator, but a vast expanse of starry sky.
