Clash of Ancestors (2)

Mo Xie's eyes narrowed as he recognized the figure before him. "Long Yi," he said, his voice filled with surprise. "I didn't expect to see you here. I thought you had succumbed to the Primordial Decay."

Long Yi stood calmly in the vast expanse of space, his silver hair and beard flowing gently as if carried by an unseen wind. His eyes, ancient and wise, locked onto Mo Xie with a gaze that seemed to pierce through the very fabric of reality.

The space around them was empty, a void where stars and planets were but distant specks. There was no ground beneath their feet, only the infinite expanse of the cosmos. Yet, both gods stood as if rooted to an invisible plane, their auras radiating power that warped the space around them.