At the edge of humanity's observable universe, 93 billion light-years away.
Within a quasar radiating red mist.
Two figures stood atop a high platform. Their forms were illusory, with beams of light tugging through their bodies.
"That brat has gone to Proxima Centauri."
"He is about to uncover the first layer of secrets, and soon become what he calls 'seven-dimensional.'"
"The laughable thing is that he turned himself into a puppet on strings, running wild in our world."
"Can you still endure it?"
One of the figures spoke slowly, his facial features obscured within the light.
The other figure said, "In the vast universe, there is no shortage of secrets. What he is about to discover is only a tiny one. Even if he gains some insight, he will merely become a stronger ant. Shaking us is as impossible as looking up from beneath a cliff—you cannot even see it."
"As for that puppet-on-strings method?"
"Don't you find it quite entertaining?"
"Heh heh."
The calm laughter faded, and the two figures merged into an old man in a yellow robe.
The old man tilted his head slightly and looked below the platform. Within that Peach Blossom Grove stood a woman in a snow-white dress, utterly absorbed as she gently inhaled the fragrance of the peach blossoms.
The old man in yellow chuckled again. "Isn't Di Jiu himself also a puppet on strings?"
In deep space.
The Tian Jue Hao flew silently.
After leaving Mini Aquila, Little Liu still felt as though he were in a dream—we're actually flying outside the Solar System?
A burst of colored light flashed ahead, and the massive propulsion system activated.
The Tian Jue Hao slowly entered it. The light immediately twisted, and the Silver Shuttle vanished.
4.217 light-years away, in the depths of the universe,