The Real Universe, Han Xiao's home.
The sun had set, and night had fallen, but no one could sleep. No one was doing anything, either.
They all stood at their windows or went out into the streets, staring dumbstruck at the sky.
The sky was no longer pitch-black. A brilliant river of stars had lit up.
Points of light appeared overhead, like stars and yet like bright lamps.
They spread in vast swathes, as though ancient stars had drawn close, all converging on this planet.
At the same time, the sky twisted into an enormous vortex, folds rippling across it as if someone were stirring it.
Countless people looked up, at a loss. What on earth was happening?
"Is the world ending?"
"Are aliens invading us?"
“Is our entire planet about to undergo Transmigration to another world?”
Discussions erupted all across the planet.
Then the vortex in the sky shuddered violently and began to churn. Someone was passing through it.
As the void rippled and waves spread through space,
fleets of starships appeared out of thin air, stretching across the sky as they silently "watched" the planet.
An uproar broke out. Was this really an alien invasion?
But some of the planet's younger people stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
They had spotted identical emblems printed on those warships—emblems they knew all too well.
The Crimson Empire! The Void Spirit Sect! The Radiant Federation!
Don't ask how they knew. They had never been to the Universe, and they didn't know any aliens.
Because the things those emblems stood for were from a fucking game!
Then another figure appeared before the fleet.
He was only the size of an ordinary human, yet he drew more attention than the warships.
He did look somewhat illusory, though.
"I'm home..."
Han Xiao murmured softly, but his