"The first light that appeared when Brilliant Heaven was born…"
Within the world of Brilliant Heaven, Xu Qing sat cross-legged beside the slumbering Erniu, gazing at the ball of light in his palm, its reflection shimmering in his pupils.
Beside him, Old Master Seventh also sat in meditation, watching Xu Qing as he spoke slowly:
"Do what you must. I will stand guard here."
"I, too, wish to know—what secrets lie within this mysterious light that the Brilliant Heaven God Race has worshipped since time immemorial, this light from which they are said to have been born?"
Old Master Seventh's gaze fell upon the radiant orb in Xu Qing's hand.
This was a mystery they had studied in the past but never truly unraveled.
Xu Qing nodded. His right hand, cradling the luminous source, suddenly clenched into a fist.
With a crushing grip, he squeezed the radiant orb.
