Reflection

The Astral Plane space was as silent and empty as ever. Here, it was common for there to be no matter at all within one or two light-years. The ever-flowing Astral wind drifted through every strand of dead space, carrying sparkling pale-white motes of energy, silently sweeping away all scattered matter and energy in the end.

As a result, the silence of the entire Astral Plane space became only natural. It was precisely because of such extreme stillness and emptiness that very few mages were willing to seek knowledge as Astral travelers.

After all, such "travel," where one could fly through the boundless sea of stars for tens of thousands of years without encountering a single living creature, was simply too lonely. When one stood amid the darkness of the vacuum, with only a slowly revolving, brilliantly colored starry sky before one's eyes, even powerful Legendary professionals would come to understand their own insignificance from the bottom of their hearts...

Yes, in this era of Legendary Islands, what did even the "legendary" Legendary powerhouses amount to? Before that dark and unknown starry sky, even Legendary professionals would need centuries for a long journey if they could not travel through spatial jumps. Before battles that might suddenly erupt at any time, even Legendary professionals would inevitably die completely if their souls were shattered.

What was more, because of the existence of "fate," every Legendary professional had to endure the absurdity of disasters falling from the sky while they sat safely at home.

Whenever he thought of such things, even the Legendary spellcaster who never allowed himself the slightest slack could not help sighing sincerely—despite possessing the strength of the Legendary tier, merely "surviving" in this dangerous universe was still an incomparably difficult matter!

...Or rather, surviving while continuing to advance was