The starry sky rotated slowly. It was rotating so slowly that the movement would have been undetectable if it hadn't just been in a static state for those ten seconds.
The glowing silver spots, the winding silver lines, and the silver surfaces of all sorts gradually converged in front of Chen Mu. They were moving slowly, but their trajectories were still clearly discernible. It was as though they were under the influence of some kind of gravitational pull in the vast, complex starry sky, moving toward some point of convergence in front of Chen Mu.
