Luo Chuan closed the book before him and let out a long breath, his awareness returning to reality.
"How was it?" the Speaker asked with a smile. "The story in the book?"
"It was... a wonderful story. Uh, sorry." Luo Chuan truly could not think of how to describe the scenes he had just witnessed.
Within the mysterious, boundless starry universe, countless races and gods fought for existence, light and darkness locked in struggle.
It painted a magnificent epic tableau.
The Speaker merely smiled and did not mind Luo Chuan's words.
Luo Chuan glanced at Yao Ziyan. The girl sat not far away, absorbed in a book with a purple cover. Frost, Anviya, and Shilsha had vanished from sight.
Only he and the Speaker remained here now.
"I'm curious. Who won that war?" Luo Chuan asked after a moment of silence.
The Speaker gently shook his head. "There was no victor. Or rather, it has yet to end even now."
Luo Chuan took a sip of tea, using it to suppress the turbulent thoughts in his heart.
The war had never ended.
Light and darkness coexisted, each seeking to devour the other whole.
It was a possibility he had never considered before.
"The story in this book seems unfinished." Luo Chuan set down his cup. "Afterward, the mirror image withstood the impact. Then what?"
"Don't you already have the answer in your heart?" the Speaker smiled.
Luo Chuan fell silent.
He had indeed learned this piece of information. Asking the Speaker had merely been for confirmation, and now he had his answer.
"So, because Kolo's mirror image resisted the impact, it was affected somehow and developed beyond control until it reached its current scale?" Luo Chuan asked.
"It was not development beyond control."
The Speaker corrected him. "These changes were