A point of light appeared in the abyss of the sea of stars.
It was an extremely faint light, probably originating from a place that was extremely far away.
Chen Changsheng naturally recalled those countless stars he saw on the night he fixed his Fated Star, reminiscent of the myriad twinkling lights of a city.
Across from this sea of stars was another sea of stars, and this point of light seemed to be in this other sea of stars.
This point of light was gradually brightening, meaning that the source of this light was approaching the observer.
The gradual brightening of this light meant that it was getting closer.
There was another possibility.
This was a beam of light being thrust at his eyes.
Chen Changsheng felt an incredible danger, because the point of light was brightening too quickly.
His sleeves began to flutter while countless images manifested before his eyes.