The stars within the True Hall were all formed from Star Luo Stones. They appeared to be of various sizes, but in reality, they were all the same. It was only that the light they emitted varied in brightness, making them seem large and small.
This Central Star had appeared dazzlingly bright from the ground, looking as large as a basin. But when it landed in Zhaang Ye's hand, it immediately transformed into a fist-sized Star Luo Stone. The stone was as smooth as a mirror and had a faint purple hue. Holding it, he could feel a gentle warmth. Within that warmth, a vast and tyrannical aura circulated endlessly, making it seem exceptionally mysterious.
Zhaang Ye had no time to ponder this mysterious aura. He took a light breath, and his body descended like a wisp of Qingyun, slowly returning to the ground from a hundred zhang in the air.
"SWOOSH!"
