The sea of countless golden stars weaving into countless rivers converge into one colossal steam like tree roots that pillar above his head, if… the concept of direction still applies.
This is the first time Cao Cao felt like he was so small so little, so.. insignificant, gazing upon the wonder and unbending awe of the cosmos.
"What is this place?" Cao Cao tried to speak but his voice didn't come out, instead, his thought echoes throughout the starlit realm like the sound reverberating within a mountain range.
He looked around and suddenly saw a road weaving amidst the golden stars, extending toward him as if inviting him to walk upon it. But he sensed something profound about it. This was no ordinary road—it was the offer of a powerful being, so mighty that he couldn't even fathom it.