Lan Star.
Ever since Meteor God Hall had been destroyed by a single sword strike, the Land of Fallen Gods had fallen into chaos. The sects around the periphery fought without end, while the floating islands at the heart of the Divine Land had begun openly and secretly vying against one another.
The sacred land, once prosperous for tens of thousands of years, had suddenly become a place where everyone feared for their own safety, sinking into dead silence.
High in the sky.
Two figures stood amid rippling space, gazing for a long while. Their cloaks, embroidered with mysterious patterns, slowly lifted to reveal the handsome faces of young men. The indifference in their eyes grew ever more pronounced, even carrying a trace of disappointment.
"Is this the center of Lan Star?"
The other man was several years older and possessed an equally extraordinary bearing. His eyes held coldness and impatience.
"A mere Mortal Star naturally looks this crude and shabby. Could you really have expected anything else?"
"Enough idle chatter. Do you know who the Star Lord of this Mortal Star is? What does he look like, and where is he?"
The handsome man smiled lightly and casually spread his hands.
"This barren Mortal Star is our first time setting foot upon it. How could I know who its Star Lord is? Would trash that lowly even be worthy of entering my eyes?"
The older man glanced back coldly, a bewitching chill surfacing in his eyes.
"Forget it."
"Who cares who the Star Lord is? I cannot be bothered to seek him out. As long as I send him a message, he will surely come and pay his respects obediently."
As he spoke, he took a token from his sleeve. It resembled the Star Lord's Order, but was clearly