The brilliance of the stars spread so far that it reached the entire world.
What terrifying power could immerse the entire world in color?
This is a mystery that no one can solve.
However, this special substance, which can cause people to lose their minds, has not shown any other obvious harm.
Perhaps, this eerie light was not hostile at all.
Simply by being under its gaze, one can feel an unfathomable sense of bewilderment and the captivating power of its whispers.
The more one tries to understand something, the more easily one gets lost and unable to extricate oneself.
Unless this color suddenly disappears.
At this moment, in this deserted seventh layer of the sky, a faint starlight appeared.
As if summoned, countless light and distant starlight drifted down from the sky.
It was like countless shards of a mirror coming together and coming together.
The final image is that of an old man wearing a white robe and with a long beard reaching his knees.
He leaned on a thick, slightly bent tree branch cane and slowly raised his head.
Even though he could reach out and touch the color, he was not affected in the slightest.
"The color of the stars, what a unique divine power!"
"The more vibrant the color, the deeper the hidden danger."
His eyes, revealing a sense of vicissitude, were filled with many emotions. He chuckled softly, and his beard trembled slightly.
“Aubrey, you bet on the right person.”
"But how can you cleanse this murky sky now?"
After saying that, he raised the branch in his hand and tapped it gently.
In an instant, a powerful magical force gathered like a giant lake, transforming into a sharp steel cone.
With a gentle stroke, a crack was torn open in the sky.
True light pierced through nothingness, cleansed the flowing brilliance, and shone upon Endymion once more.
As the eerie atmosphere dissipated, it was replaced by restored order and light.
The old man stroked his beard with satisfaction and murmured softly:
"Therefore, for the sake of peace in the world."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure began to deconstruct in reverse.
Just like when they were first combined, they turned into scattered fragments of starlight.
It gradually dissipated from feet to head, eventually merging into the clear sky.
Only that compassionate and solemn old voice remained, echoing softly in the clear sky:
"Auberley".
"Please go and die."
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