Outside the Star River, beneath the boundless and radiant gold and silver trees, that resplendent figure opened his eyes.
Wen Shi sat solemnly before him, and to one side was a figure clutching a broken sword hilt.
"The Ancestor Star is in great turmoil. You and I failed to become Dao, borrowing fortune from the Ancestor Star back then. Now, I'm afraid something is going to happen,"
Wen Shi spoke with gravitas.
Upon hearing this, the corpulent and jewel-adorned figure chuckled, filling the entire Star River with the jingling sound of clashing gold and silver.
"Wen Shi, oh Wen Shi, you overthink things too much, that's why you can't take that step."
"Cheng Zhen and I have already surpassed the Daoist Master, only you, burdened by heavy thoughts, have yet to break through the 'barrier'.
The figure looked at Wen Shi and spoke slowly.
