Within the Phantom Void Mirror, in the desolate Void Temple, a figure quietly appeared.
It was an aged member of the Star Clan.
A silver radiant ring encircled his body. He held a thick, dark-yellow ancient tome in his left hand, his gray-white hair draped casually over his shoulders. Within his broad forehead seemed to lie a sea of stars.
He stared strangely at Pang Qi within the crystal prism, his face thoughtful.
The scene appeared so abruptly that everyone was at a loss, knowing neither how he had arrived nor who he was.
Yet the instant he appeared within the Void Temple, he seemed to become its master, blending seamlessly with the entire surroundings.
The crystal prisms, the grand hall, and the floating fragment of land upon which the hall stood all seemed to belong to him.
And to have belonged to him for hundreds of millions of years.
Within the hall and atop that shattered land, he gave off an incomparably harmonious, natural feeling, as though he ought to exist here.
Whoosh!
The silver radiant ring around him slowly turned, countless strange and bizarre runes gleaming within its translucent surface.
At a glance, it seemed as though a river of runes was flowing slowly through the ring.
Pang Qi, inside one of the crystal prisms, looked at him with sudden astonishment, apparently never expecting a stranger to emerge in Tianyu's Void Temple.
Clearly, Pang Qi did not know him.
Yet the fierce collision of light and darkness within the Chaos Star River abruptly subsided at that moment.
Whether it was Luo Hongyan, Pang Lin, or Tianyu, all were shaken.
After that Star Clan elder emerged in the Void Temple, the three ancient beings from the extraterrestrial starry river tacitly chose a truce and turned all their gazes upon