Origin Seat, Four Symbols Galaxy.
At the edge of the galaxy, the Silver Starship drifted leisurely through the void, drawing closer to its long-lost "home."
Inside the training room,
The young man sat with his eyes closed in meditation, his face numb as he tightly clutched a thread as thin as a gossamer strand.
Suddenly,
Bzz~ Bzzzz~~!
Amid the urgent vibrations, Li Qingshan blankly opened his eyes. Only after a long while did he lower his head and look at the Communicator twitching incessantly on his wrist.
[Venerable Zhihui]
"Zhihui is... oh... I remember now..."
Murmuring in confusion, the young man swiped a finger across the screen and looked at the unfolded Light Screen.
Within the image, the old man stared intently into the camera. His originally exceedingly tense expression suddenly froze.
"Qingshan, are you... all right?"
"I-I'm fine. I've merely been in seclusion for a little too long."
Li Qingshan slowly shook his head. Clarity gradually returned to his gaze, and his speech became smoother as well.
"You suddenly contacted me, sir. Is something the matter?"
Zhihui nodded, his expression turning solemn once more.
"The ten thousand years are up. I contacted you this time to ask whether you've successfully condensed your Natal Great Star."
"Ten thousand years?"
Li Qingshan voiced his confusion. He lowered his head to look at the last wisp of the Thread of Destiny in his hand as an illusory Status Panel flashed before his eyes.
[Realm: Star Ascension 0.998...281/9]
Then he glanced at the time displayed on the Communicator and frowned.
"Old leader, you came early. There are clearly still several days left until the 'ten thousand years' are up..."
"Several days?!!!"
On the screen, Zhihui's eyes widened. He could no longer maintain his stern expression, and the corners of