This was Xu Shuo's first time stepping into the Script Space world outside of his personal space.
All around was no longer a vast expanse of whiteness.
Instead, it was an unbounded starry sky, the inky background dotted with countless shining stars, indistinguishable in distance; only the swirling galaxies and occasional shooting stars could be seen.
The shooting stars could be streaking overhead.
Or perhaps beneath his feet.
Ahead, a cluster of buildings floated amidst the stars, with the tallest structure being a hundred-story tower, surrounded by trajectories like star rings.
Many people flew across the starry sky, heading toward the cluster of buildings, with almost no one expressing amazement at the surrounding scenery.
Except for those who were here for the first time.
After a simple glance around, Xu Shuo retracted his gaze, maintaining a nonchalant expression.
