The streaming light faded, and suddenly, a bright expanse unfolded. Wang Yi landed steadily. He knew he had arrived at the Pole Star.
Observing his surroundings, Wang Yi realized the Pole Star had no World Lines. Looking up, he saw the Starry Sky right above him, graced by a Seven-Colored aurora resembling a flowing ribbon. To his eyes, this aurora was clearly a boundless Starlight River.
The land was vast, with distant mountains outlined like pale ink strokes. A black, grass-like plant grew across the ground, stretching out like a carpet to the edge of his vision. Wang Yi crouched down and plucked a blade of the black grass. He found it as hard as cast iron—it was actually a bizarre metallic plant.
