After 4,600 years of development, the Central Plains had become the unquestionable core region of Xian Star civilization.
Across it, towering megacities hung amid the clouds, while antigravity buildings of every size glided silently through the air, some fast, some slow.
Vast holographic projections also transformed the boundless sky into ever-shifting, kaleidoscopic scrolls of information.
Massive orbital elevators, like ties binding heaven and earth, closely linked the sprawling land to one space city after another beyond the atmosphere.
Beyond that, immense layers of energy shields rippled with seven-colored light, protecting these cities, buildings, and elevators.
Yet if one looked away from those splendid and magnificent technological marvels and turned one's gaze toward the remote, sparsely populated regions—
one would find that the scars of war across Xian Star's surface were anything but few.
Charred, twisted mountain ranges, torn-open canyons, and vast radiation wastelands beyond restoration—
all silently told of the difficult circumstances faced by Xian Star civilization in this boundless universe.
Deep within the imperial palace of the Great Xian Dynasty.
Two men sat facing one another.
One wore a dark black dragon robe, his features dignified and his gaze calm. He was Qiu Fangzheng, founding ancestor of the Xian Dynasty.
The other wore an unrestrained blue robe and possessed an otherworldly bearing. He was the Holy Master, Du Mingfeng.
The long passage of 4,800 years had left little trace of age upon either of them.
Instead, their auras had grown ever more majestic, their true essence ever more abundant. Both had firmly reached the early seven-digit realm.
"Senior Brother, three more deep-space exploration fleets have gone missing recently—"
Qiu Fangzheng's steady voice carried exhaustion. "Those starsea warlords are going too far!"
Du Mingfeng let out a soft sigh. "Ah, there's nothing to be done. If not for Master's reputation