"You're here."
Before Leon could take in his surroundings,
an ethereal voice arose beside his ear.
It was impossible to tell whether the voice was male or female, or even whether it had been produced by something like vocal cords at all.
But it was speaking Chinese!
Leon was somewhat surprised.
If the other party spoke Chinese, then it naturally knew where he had come from.
Though in Marvel,
countless people and strange creatures traveled in and out every day.
It was like a hornet's nest.
Even if someone's identity as a transmigrator was exposed, it was no great matter.
After all, beings like The One-Above-All and the Living Tribunal did not care about such things.
Still, Leon was surprised.
Knowing that Chinese was his native language meant the other party had known of his existence from the moment he first arrived in Marvel.
Leon looked down, and the surprise in his heart immediately turned into understanding.
This was a world so crystal-clear that it contained not a trace of impurity.
The sky was made of flawless white clouds.
The ground was a transparent expanse of water that reflected the sky.
The sky and water seemed to merge as one, with pure white surrounding him in every direction.
It called to mind the Heaven of legend, or the most mysterious dream.
And at the center of the water below stood two figures.
One of them sat cross-legged. Four or five meters tall, it was neither human nor Alien.
Its body lay somewhere between illusion and reality.
It had no flesh and blood. Every inch of its skin was a stretch of starry sky.
That was right—Starry sky.
Looking at that figure, Leon felt as though he were seeing a miniature universe.
Rather than a body of flesh, that figure's form