In the desolate and barren starry skies.
A rift as vast as the Milky Way cuts the cosmos in half.
On either end of this colossal fissure, two towering Great Walls stand imposingly.
The air between the two fortresses is heavy with the scent of blood and the will to kill, with broken corpses occasionally drifting through the void.
At this moment, within the right-side fortress, a figure draped in a silver-patterned black robe sits cross-legged, eyes closed, emanating an aura that pulsates and flows in profound rhythms.
Beside him, a dark metallic spear exuding a murderous aura is planted firmly into the ground, while a fierce and majestic black Qilin lies resting behind him.
Soon, a streak of light flies swiftly across the cosmos and descends upon the right-side fortress, stopping before the figure in the silver-patterned black robe.
The black Qilin raises its head cautiously, but upon sensing no malice from the newcomer, its tense body gradually relaxes.
