In the Yin Six Realm, 36th Heaven Above, black snow drifted down. Ice crystals clung to Wang Xuan's hair and clothes, but he did not stop them.
He seemed like an ordinary person, with no Disaster Lord-level power flowing through him. Returning to simplicity and truth, he gazed intently into the distance, sending his mental consciousness and certain emotions toward that faraway place.
"I traveled for many years, drifting through the vast oceans of Chong Universes. Today, I see you again," he murmured.
Two eras had passed. Some old places in the Mother Universe had long since changed beyond recognition; vast changes had swept through them, and everything had transformed.
Especially after the previous era came to an end, followed by hundreds of millions of years of the Era of Eternal Silence—the span of time had been far too long. His gaze swept over the starry skies he had once crossed, but the sights he wished to see could no longer exist.
Old Earth and New Star had long fallen silent. Perhaps the humans there had already migrated to other starfields. The rise and fall of civilizations had many causes: coincidence, sudden disasters, self-destruction, external forces—even a massive meteorite could wipe out an early civilization.
Wang Xuan's gaze pierced through the cosmic ocean, turning into ripples that manifested his figure. He strolled through the stars, passing through many places in the Mother Universe.
But his final destination remained unchanged. He headed straight for the cosmic rift not far beyond Old Earth.
"Qing Han, I've come to see you." He called softly as he arrived before the Chaos Cave. The formations in the outer region had long gone dark.
After the supernatural departed in those years, mythology had never returned, and the Mother Universe had become an extremely remote, desolate region.