Tian Anping's spirit appeared amidst a dazzling Star River, with ancient, mottled stone platforms shuttling back and forth before and behind him.
Even though it was just a fleeting glimpse, Tian Anping still captured minute pieces of information.
They were fighting.
There were people fighting on those stone platforms.
In the dazzling Star River, each star was revolving along some profound trajectory. Everything in sight contained complex and abundant messages.
Certain rules, a certain element. They bridged the illusory with the real, linking the present world and this place.
Evolution of the cosmic Star River, where all things grow... and the existence or extinction of everything eternal.
What magnificent imagination, what intricate construction!
Interesting, so very interesting.
This was far beyond the reach of those vulgar assemblages. Was this the Taixu Illusion Realm?
No wonder it had once caused such an uproar.
Tian Anping lingered, reluctant to leave.
