"It is neither a projection nor a phantom body."
"But rather the moment when they return from exile at the far end of the multiverse and meet each other's real bodies."
Shiayar's gaze lingered for a moment on the young Golden Elf hidden behind the shadowy curtain.
Then, he withdrew his gaze.
Turning around, he left the World Tree Shard World and entered the darkness of the Lost Island.
In the sky, hundreds of pseudo-stars converged into a river of stars, flowing, undulating, and rotating above the Eternal Night's curtain.
They cast down a layer of cool afterglow.
Shiayar thus bathed in the starlight.
In the next moment, a flash of mercury light flickered in his hand and disappeared.
The Lost Island belongs to the world of the Ancient Sun God.
Here, not only space but even the river of time's flow suffered distortion.
Just as the Ancient Sun God said, with His rank at the peak, the gap to truly transcend time's flow and history is not too far.
