``` [In the 6,877th year, you successfully accepted the Moonflower Sect's mission and collected a Golden Immortal robe from its storehouse.
With this robe, you could hold out for a while even if you encountered twisted, folded space.
Once you had made your preparations, you entered the Endless Planes with the travel permit provided by the Moonflower Sect.
Space here was not arranged in an orderly fashion, but overlapped and interlaced in layer upon layer.
Some planes even pressed against one another, forming terrifying spatial faults.
After passing through a dozen or so planes, you could no longer find your way back.
But rather than worrying, you began contemplating the Way of Space amid this interlacing space.]
[In the 7,936th year, you had been lost in this chaotic space for a thousand years.
During this time, you encountered Spatial Storms and Spatial Turbulence several times, but weathered them all with the help of that Golden Immortal robe.
Over these thousand years, your understanding of the Way of Space grew ever deeper.
Yet you still could not find your way back.
What worried you even more was that the Golden Immortal robe was now in tatters and could hardly continue to shelter you.]
[In the 8,393rd year, just as you passed through a plane, the Spatial Passage suddenly broke apart.
Immediately afterward, several planes collided, whipping up a terrifying Spatial Storm.
Your Golden Immortal robe was destroyed in an instant.
You used the instant the Golden Immortal robe had bought you to forcibly shift out of the Spatial Storm.
Although you narrowly escaped with your life, you were still gravely injured.
Yet rather than rushing to recover from your injuries, you began contemplating the Spatial Storm you had just experienced.
That brush with life and death in the Spatial Storm brought