Floating in the vast, nigh-endless Dark Void atop a large, earthen sphere was a middle-aged man. His chiseled features, sword-like eyebrows, unfathomable eyes of imperialistic presence, and refined mustache completed with a chin strap created an incredibly handsome visage that would swoon the hearts of endless women.
Without doing anything, he naturally gave off a domineering aura that demanded respect and incited caution. At this moment, he firmly held a hand-seal as spiritual light swirled around him in a gorgeous, mesmerizing fashion.
Wu Yu had diligently and patiently stayed with the Terra-Mystic Ore for several months as its guardian. Earlier, he had relocated the Terra-Mystic Ore closer to the Treasured Light Starfield after the spiritquake shook the entire Grand Cyclic Stellar Region. He had not spent this time idly. His cultivation efforts hadn't ceased since his role as a Dharma Protector of the motherlode of Terra-Mystic Ore was given to him.