The character was the size of a fist, slowly rotating within a miniature galaxy about ten meters in diameter. It emitted a golden glow and somewhat resembled the character for "fire."
'This character? It's the Ancient Divine Language... a Star Vortex?'
Wang Yi was startled. The Ancient Divine Language didn't have fixed characters; the same symbol could express different meanings in different contexts.
To someone who understood the Ancient Divine Language, its characters were unmistakable. Wang Yi recognized it at once—the golden symbol was undoubtedly from the Ancient Divine Language. As for its meaning, it seemed to be related to concepts like "Star Vortex" or "pulse." With his current proficiency, that was all he could decipher.
'I'll choose this one!'
With no time to overthink it, Wang Yi rushed into the starry vortex. As if shattering a galaxy, he swept his hand through it and scooped up the golden character.
