One day earlier.
The moment Shi Tiexin set out.
Within the orbital space beyond Central Star, in a domain hanging high beyond the heavens and existing as a space unto itself, the Golden Armored Divine Being sat facing the White-Haired Immortal.
The White-Haired Immortal sat cross-legged with his eyes tightly shut and brows deeply furrowed, seeming to let his spirit wander beyond the heavens.
Only after a long while did he slowly open his eyes.
The Golden Armored Divine Being opposite him asked nervously, "How was it?"
"Still no good." The White-Haired Immortal shook his head, an irrepressible trace of worry in his eyes. "Heavenly Secrets are in chaos."
The Golden Armored Divine Being irritably scratched his head. "Heavenly Secrets have been perfectly fine. Nothing has gone wrong in a hundred years, so how could they suddenly become chaotic now?"
The White-Haired Immortal frowned and shook his head. "I don't know. The direction of these changes in the Heavenly Secrets is truly impossible to grasp. For now, only a small part is in disorder, but whether it will settle down or worsen further remains unknown. Let us hope it is merely an insignificant natural disturbance."
At the heart of humanity's territory—the Sun's chromosphere.
A tall man in coarse hemp clothes, barefoot, walked here.
The extreme heat, pressure, and gravity were nothing more than ordinary things to him.
He spoke. "It is not a natural disturbance."
"Not a natural disturbance?" Beside him stood a woman in ancient dress, looking somewhat anxious. "If it is not a disturbance, then what is it?"
The man looked toward the distant solar horizon, his gaze unwavering and powerful, as though it could pierce through to the desolate edge of the universe. His resounding voice shook the surrounding plasma currents. "It is a calamity."
Central Star,