A sky full of stars, a resplendent Milky Way.
Inside the pavilion, eight beams of Sword Light occupied the corners, giving rise to countless transformations as brilliant points of light flickered in and out of existence.
In the silent night, it was as if the celestial dust had been pulled down to the mortal world, scattered like pieces on a chessboard.
It was dreamlike and fantastical, a magnificent and dazzling sight.
The Sword Light was contained yet potent. With every circulation, it generated thousands upon thousands of starlights.
In the end, it formed a celestial river of stars, operating without rest.
Within this serene and beautiful river of stars lay a terrifying power. It swirled the mist-like Spiritual Qi, making it seem as if layers of fine gauze were wrapping around the stars.
The river of stars expanded to its absolute limit, encompassing every star in the sky, unable to go any further before it collapsed with a great ROAR.
