The Starshadow Desert stretched boundlessly beneath the waterlike night, resembling a mysterious, perilous realm of chaos. Fierce winds howled over the dunes, whipping sand into the sky like layers of yellow gauze dancing in the air. The rolling dunes resembled sleeping behemoths, steeped in an ancient, weathered presence.
Deep within the desert, an ancient altar loomed faintly in the darkness. Built from massive black stones, it was covered in mysterious runes and patterns that seemed to tell ancient legends. A faint purple glow emanated around it, brightening and dimming like a mysterious heartbeat. Above the altar, star power gathered into eerie beams that shot straight into the heavens. Like brilliant ribbons, those beams intertwined in the night sky, radiating a powerful, mysterious force.
The Shadow Ancestor of the Shadow Race was a legendary being whose power could shake the entire Star Great Plane. Tonight, he awoke from his slumber, his presence sweeping across the desert like an invisible storm. Cold and powerful, it resembled a frigid wind from hell, sending shivers down the spine. Under its onslaught, the desert sand whirled wildly, forming enormous vortices.
Ye Lingyun stood atop a high dune, his figure strikingly upright in the darkness. He wore black battle armor that shimmered with a faint purple glow, as though resonating with the star power in the night sky. His face had sharply defined contours, as if carved by a blade, and his deep eyes shone with calm resolve. His brows knitted tightly as unease stirred within him. His wary gaze pierced the windblown sand and settled on the ancient altar.
Ye Lingyun narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing the immense power emanating from the Shadow Ancestor. It surpassed the star lord level, a might unlike anything he had ever faced. A chill rose involuntarily within him, yet