On the streets of Linzi, the elderly fortune-teller who had just read Jiang Wang's fortune retreated into the crowd, disappearing from sight.
When he reappeared, it was within a mysterious space.
Above, the Star River stretched across the heavens; below, a complicated Star Map spread out.
The space was vast on all sides, with night's shimmer flowing endlessly, boundless in its reach.
The Star Map, constructed of starlight lines, resembled a suspended spiderweb. Underneath the map, and even above the Star River, lay endless darkness.
The "ashen and thin" old man squinted his eyes, gazing at a youthful Daoist standing before him.
The young man's face was tender, yet his eyes seemed to hold within them the flowing vastness of the Star River, limitless and profound.
Draped in a Daoist robe densely adorned with a Star Map, his Daoist hair bun was secured with an ink-black jade hairpin.
From appearance to aura, he was incomparable to the elderly man.
