In the dark starry sky outside the Magical Stone Minor Realm, no light is reflected, covering everything, so that even if Great Emperor scans with Divine Sense, nothing can be detected.
Within this pitch-black canopy, millions of iron warships, war machines, and Starry Sky Fortresses dance around like planets orbiting the sun, with substantial orbital tracks forming a terrifying chaotic grand array spread across the starry sky, always in a state of imminent battle, with not a moment of relaxation.
At the center of this massive Starry Sky Fleet, within a nebulous world phantom, a sixteen-year-old boy with pale skin quietly slumbers, having continued for several years.
He is no longer just a head.