In midair, the Mosquito Daoist let out a shrill cry, his form suddenly splitting into countless shadowy clones. These clones, numbering in the hundreds, each seemed mysteriously connected to the celestial stars above. Over time, an unseen force appeared to bind them together—each clone resonating with the power of a distant constellation, as if the river of stars itself was feeding them strength.
Upon witnessing this, the saintly being Zhunti's expression darkened in alarm. He muttered with disbelief, "The Zhoutian Xinghe Clone Technique—the Astral Myriad Reflection!"
Meanwhile, far above in the divine realm that hovered beyond the stars, a refined and ethereal nobleman opened his star-lit eyes. Cloaked in a mist of violet qi, his handsome features radiated both elegance and gravity. Feeling the disturbance among the heavens, he cast his gaze into the distance with an amused smile and whispered, "How interesting."
With a flick of his hand, a stream of pristine, clear qi shot into the void.
At the very moment that stream of qi descended, somewhere deep in the unknown corners of the cosmos, an ancient white-haired elder stirred. His body appeared feeble, as if close to collapse, yet it radiated overwhelming auspicious energy—so dense it seemed capable of filling the heavens and earth.
In his turbid eyes swirled a vortex of Yin and Yang, reflecting the dual forces of the universe. As divine light flickered in his gaze, he nodded slowly, murmuring to himself while gazing at a planet devoid of spiritual energy: "So… this is also possible."
Then, he shut his eyes once more.