Wu Heng flicked his hand, and the mirror flew out, landing on the stone platform beside him.
"Continue!"
Then, he began the second melting.
...
In a strange plane filled with craggy mountains and deep caves.
The sky was shrouded in a thick gray mist, the light dim and unclear.
Countless creatures, about half a person tall and resembling giant insects, vibrated their transparent or bony membrane-like wings, skillfully flying between the hive-like caves.
Their shells shimmered with a ghostly light, communicating in a unique clicking language, wearing clothes made of minerals and plant fibers, using tools that fit their sizes and physiological structures, forming a special Insect Race society.
Suddenly, a blinding golden light tore through the gray sky, stabbing down like a sharp sword.
The light contracted, transforming into a humanoid outline, with a face that was indistinct, emitting a pure and majestic aura of light.
