Then, in the foolish universe, light appeared, and countless specks of light twinkled in Mr. Jinglian's Dark World, just like the stars scattered across the cosmos.
But in purgatory, the stars were everywhere. Light came and went like the rotation of stars, the light dimmed like the ups and downs of life. Liu Zhongwu's thoughts penetrated into the boundless darkness, gradually altering Mr. Jinglian's world into the image he envisioned in his heart!
"Disaster Phase · Creation Realm. Divine Evil Chaos Command · Celestial Net."
Bursts of starlight rained down, converging on Mr. Jinglian like spotlights, and the ground, unbeknownst to them, had been replaced with an airtight net with its center right under Liu Zhongwu's feet.
"...I heard that you're a fortune-teller," Mr. Jinglian looked up at the starry sky, and scratched his face which lacked features, "You're not the type skilled in combat... right?"
Mr. Xuan Zhi looked up, calculated with his fingers, and said,
