"You are not alone."
When Tang Qi transmitted this voice to that dusty universe, within His eyes, lighthouses appeared, continuously casting soft and brilliant starlight.
Each of them was as vast as a star, surrounding a section of the cosmos, and within that cosmos, a cemetery lay.
Tombstones and star coffins formed by "starlight" encased broken, lifeless bodies. These corpses came from different sources, ranging from Divine beings nearly a thousand meters tall to Species similar to humans, from Tree-men to Elves, or even hideous Exotic Realm Creatures...
Their commonality seemed to be that they all experienced unimaginably fierce wars. It was almost impossible to find an intact body, yet all their remains exuded a sense of peaceful serenity.
Those lighthouses shone with radiance, serving both as guardians and guides.
In Tang Qi's mind, a voice from the wind was heard.
