In the silent void of outer space, directly above the turning arc of Earth, two figures hovered in the dark, watching the young man suspended in a quiet lotus position.
"How long has Papa been like that?" Yanxia asked, her eyes fixed on his still back.
"Close to a month now," Lucy replied softly.
"Is this related to the dying universe situation you told me about?"
"Most definitely. Master is not someone who actively cultivates unless he has a specific goal he is reaching for. It is entirely related to the universal decay."
Yanxia smiled faintly, a flicker of warmth and pride crossing her features. But a second later, her expression hardened, her gaze dropping toward the glowing continents below.
"Papa is out here trying to save a universe that is dying," she said, her voice turning icy cold, "and the rest of the human race wants nothing more than to capture him, control him, or strip away everything he has built."
