That One?

Starlight stretched into slender bands of flowing light beyond the porthole.

Deep, secluded darkness, like a frozen ocean, enveloped a starship racing across light-years—the Patrol Light.

At this moment, the Patrol Light had just departed the Origin Seat and was traveling through a Wormhole Tunnel toward Wuhu Seat.

Before one of the portholes,

With heavy breaths, the little boy curled his toes tight, twisted his waist and hips, and raised his right arm.

Muscles bulged layer by layer along his slender arm, spreading to his wrist. Veins emerged from the back of his hand, reaching all the way to his fingertips as he slowly assumed the various movements of The Stars Are Calling...

Only after a full two hours were the 108 movements finally complete.

The little boy suddenly went limp and slumped beside the porthole, white steam rising from his head.

"Hehe, eight years old, and already at the third layer of The Stars Are Calling!"

His little face, drenched in sweat, faced the sunlight shining through the porthole. He could not help narrowing his eyes in contentment, a smug smile appearing on his face.

"My dad always keeps bringing up Li Qingshan. I refuse to believe Li Qingshan could understand things when he was eight, or that he was better than me, Wan Yongze..."

"Wait, sunlight!"

Wan Yongze's smile froze as he hurriedly looked up outside the window.

"How could there possibly be a sun inside a Wormhole Tunnel..."

His words stopped halfway.

His vision was filled with dazzling brilliance, as though he had been pulled into another space.

A realm filled with endless sunlight!

The sunlight was dazzling and radiant, yet it brought not the slightest discomfort when it shone upon him. Instead, it felt exceptionally warm and kindly...

Kindly?

Wan Yongze looked bewildered, unable to understand