Having successfully devoured the four-region world, the Primordial World once again escaped into the Void Sea Realm.
During the commotion of an inter-realm war, living beings inside other worlds found it hard to sense what was happening, yet through a subtle ripple, the world itself could perceive that a massive war between worlds had erupted far away in the Void Sea Realm.
Therefore, the Primordial World had to quickly escape into the Void Sea Realm, digesting its gains from this event on one hand while shifting its coordinates on the other, to avoid being tracked down by a world of a rank no lower than its own.
Inside the palace of the Cosmic Death Star,
Azure clouds swirled, rosy rays of light shifted, and upon the High Jade Platform, the wind stirred the curtains while bells and chimes remained silent, yet a strange, lingering fragrance drifted about.
Inside the Jade Pavilion, incense smoke curled lazily and auspicious qi floated. Cranes perched upon the eaves, neither crying out nor startled, as if not daring to disturb this corner of worldly detachment.
A man leaned casually beside a tea table, draped in a black, cloud-patterned robe with his hair loosely bound. His brows and eyes were picturesque, holding a hint of laziness as he wielded a plain white jade pot and gently poured tea. Rising wisps of hot vapor intertwined with the faint, elusive smile at the corner of his lips, making him look like a deity strayed from the heavens, stealing a half-day of leisure away from the mortal world.
Beside him, a black-haired woman leaned against the man, her dark hair like a waterfall and her robes fluttering. Her slender fingers lightly plucked a pipa, the musical notes flowing like spring water through the mountains—clear and ethereal. Her gaze