While the others merely saw an elder seated in meditation, calm and composed, what Yu Xuan felt was something entirely different.
The old man before them wore an amicable expression, yet to Yu Xuan, it was like standing before a boundless abyss.
He had a gut-deep certainty: if he so much as disagreed with this man — let alone challenged him, even a casual sneeze from the elder could erase him from existence.
Worse, he sensed that if he dared harbor even a single ill thought… the old man would know.
He didn't understand why he felt this way. Was it his system? His unique physique or bloodline? Or simply an awakened intuition?
Whatever it was — he trusted it.
After all, a bud crushed before bloom would never grow into a tree.
And he wanted to be a Universal tree.
Oblivious to Yu Xuan's inner turmoil, the elder slowly opened his eyes — and in that moment, twin galaxies seemed to shimmer within them.
