"In the Illusory Void Realm," within the silent Void Temple, a figure quietly appeared.
It was an old Star Tribe clansperson.
He was encircled by a silver luminescent ring, holding a thick, dark-yellow ancient book in his left hand, his gray-white hair casually draped over his shoulders, and his broad forehead seemed as if harboring a sea of stars.
He looked at Pang Qi in the Prismatic Crystal oddly, his face filled with thought.
This scene suddenly appeared, leaving everyone at a loss, not knowing how He came to be there, nor who He really was.
Yet the moment He appeared in the Void Temple, He seemed to become the master of the temple, blending completely with his surroundings.
The Prismatic Crystals, the hall itself, and the floating Fragment Land it was on seemed all to belong to Him.
And had belonged to Him for countless eons.
He, in the hall, on the Fragment Land, gave off an immensely harmonious and natural feeling, as though He was meant to be there.
"Whoosh!"
