The earth trembled, and the sky changed color.
"Zhang Beixing, I must say, you're quite something!"
An old voice, accompanied by a gust of wind, suddenly rang out.
On the other side of the desert, an elder cloaked in a Nebula Robe floated in mid-air.
His hair and beard were white, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.
Starlight surrounded him, resembling a Celestial God descending to the world.
It was Yan Xingyu, the great ancestral elder of the Nebula Race!
"My Nebula Race has traversed the universe for millions of years, never encountering such an ignorant junior."
Yan Xingyu spoke coldly, with disdain.
"Do you really think a mere Human can shake the dignity of my race?"
"You are truly naive!"
"Is that so?"
Zhang Beixing merely smirked, indifferent to the words.
He stood with hands behind his back, calm and composed.
The supreme elder of the Nebula Race appeared trivial as an ant to him.
