The old man's presence gave Su Ming a sense of ancient, eternal antiquity.
He was probably a being who had lived for an unknown amount of time.
But he was trapped here and unable to escape. Su Ming could only hope the old man might be helpful, remember something, or send him out.
The old man quietly watched Su Ming, as though observing some kind of energy within him.
A glimmer gradually appeared in his eyes. Without speaking, he raised a hand and pointed.
An ethereal glow immediately enveloped Su Ming from head to toe, drawing him into another scene.
At that moment, Su Ming entered someone else's perspective.
He curiously looked over what he was wearing and found himself clad in a majestic suit of golden armor.
He held a scepter, his eyes seeing through every corner of the universe.
The civilizations and living beings on every planet could not escape his gaze.
Su Ming also discovered, to his surprise, that the other "his" hand was holding the Orb.
With the scepter's movements and the Orb's assistance, faint energy waves were silently transmitted to every planet.
Within those waves, Su Ming saw all living things, plants, and animals becoming increasingly vibrant.
As for planets trapped in endless war, their civilizations on the verge of extinction—
"he" would reclaim them, then scatter "seeds" anew and let a fresh civilization take root and flourish.
At that moment, "he" was practically the guardian god of the universe.
Suddenly, the scene shifted.
A massive Nebula carrying an eerie aura appeared before him.
A palm larger than a planet gripped a huge black sword and thrust at him with overwhelming force.
It was a gigantic serrated sword, entirely black, with a flowing blade and no fixed shape.
Its blade patterns pulsed like blood vessels,