Ye Lingyun floated quietly in an endless sea of stars that seemed like a realm of dreams. Countless brilliant stars surrounded him, like the most magnificent jewels in the universe. Their light shimmered in myriad colors, now bright, now dim, as though they were blinking mysteriously, each ray softly recounting ancient, enigmatic tales. The light intertwined, weaving a dazzling, dreamlike tapestry before his eyes. Ye Lingyun felt as light as a feather, as though an invisible breeze were gently supporting him, allowing his consciousness to roam freely through this vast sea of stars without restraint, as if he had become part of the universe itself.
Yet without warning, the stars that had been twinkling peacefully before him suddenly began spinning violently. As though controlled by an invisible hand, they swiftly converged into dazzling beams of light. The beams illuminated one another, gradually forming an enormous gate of light that radiated a gentle yet immensely powerful force. That force drew Ye Lingyun's consciousness inexorably toward it, like a tough thread pulling him along. He drifted slowly toward the gate, then passed through it, though it seemed at once illusory and utterly real.
When he struggled to open his eyes again, warm sunlight spilled across his face, and a breeze gently brushed the tips of his hair. He found himself standing somewhere deeply familiar-the Douluo Plane. The sky here was sapphire blue, and snow-white clouds drifted lazily overhead like a flock of playful sheep. Lush green trees stood in the distance, their thick branches and leaves swaying gently in the breeze, rustling as though welcoming his return. Flowers in every color bloomed beside the road, so vivid they seemed dripping with beauty, their fragrance filling the air and refreshing his heart. The familiar faces around him looked especially dear in the sunlight.