A dazzling glimmer crossed layer upon layer of spatial barriers and arrived in another starfield, a place like a paradise beyond the world.
Birdsong and fragrant blossoms filled this place, along with every kind of vibrant life.
Looking down from beyond the world, one would find an incomparably vast fusion plane below.
Countless races lived here. Though many of them had once come from different starfields and different planes, ever since arriving in this world, they had loved one another like kin.
This was an Eden brimming with truth, goodness, and beauty—the Star Realm's ultimate expression of kindness, peace, and all things beautiful.
Unlike other World Civilizations, which might possess some falsehood, the first impression given by the creatures here was sincerity.
At the very center of this dreamlike place stood a towering white spire.
At that moment, atop the spire, a middle-aged man in white robes looked up into the depths of the distant starry sky.
In the blink of an eye, that glimmer appeared before the middle-aged man.
He was a man with faint stubble on his chin. Though bearded, he possessed not the slightest trace of coarseness or savagery. Instead, he seemed refined and scholarly, with a deeply infectious air of generosity and approachability.
The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of time and the wisdom of one who had seen all the world had to offer.
As he caught the glimmer that flew before him, the man sighed. "Is this the power of 'hope'?"
Of the Light of Hope Michelle had transmitted here, two-thirds had been severed by the Mist and Haze Demon Ancestor. Yet even with only one-third of the beam reaching this place, the man discerned the word "hope."
Moreover, because too much of the glimmer had been cut away, the man