The Moon Shines Brightest Over Home

Chaos Void.

Amid the dim murk of chaos, Lin Chen's figure had become a point of light, rising and falling within it.

The universe of this life differed in form from the starry sky of his previous life.

It was not a vast and boundless expanse of space, but more like an endless, darkened ocean.

The various worlds floated within it like pearls in the sea.

They shifted with the dark currents of chaos. They might be repelled and drift apart when two worlds collided, or they might remain fixed in one place through nearly infinite years... But no matter the change, it took tens of thousands of years as a basic unit, while the distances between them could be measured in the light-years of this universe.

With a single glance, Lin Chen saw countless worlds, as numerous as the sands of the Ganges.

They were like the most brilliant pearls, adorning the curtain of chaos, glimmering with the light of life in the ice-cold, dim void.

Interwoven, they formed a vast sea of light, covering everything in incomprehensible patterns of light and shadow. On the scale of space, they were nearly infinite; on the scale of time, they seemed to stretch from antiquity to the present. Beneath the grand scale of cosmic time and space, they seemed to point straight toward eternity.

Vast, boundless, magnificent... No adjective humanity could conceive could describe even one ten-thousandth of the scene before him.

Yet what shocked him most, what even sent an indescribable surge of hot blood rushing through his heart—like the inexpressible excitement he had felt when he had first seen the vastness of this world in his youth—was the imagination born from this starry sky.

What kinds of worlds would arise among the countless stars born from the cold void?