In the depths of the starry sky, the nebulae hang silently.
In the eternal emptiness, suddenly two anomalies simultaneously light up from the end of the universe.
One bright, one dark; one illusory, one real. Together they break through the billions of nebulae, and before they even arrive, the universe trembles, generating boundless anomalies.
Jiang Ming stands with his hands behind his back at the center of the light sphere, his form slowly becoming solid, surrounded by a pale azure glow, the most elemental rhythm of the universe.
The magnetic fields of billions of galaxies fluctuate with his breathing, light and shadow naturally divide and flow beside him, as if he is the source of the field, the embodiment of light and shadow.
He gently clasps his hands, his voice as clear as the resonance of the cosmic domain:
"Jiang Ming, having heard of Dao Friend's summons, I come especially for a meeting."
