'So, this is the profound mystery of being a Star Lord.'
'From the looks of it, building up a star can be done peacefully, like farming and managing land, but the best way is for the big fish to swallow the small fish.'
'So, where would Sen Yue's Taiyin Star be?'
Fang Yang's heart pounded wildly.
He gazed in all directions but couldn't find it for a long time.
Ten breaths later, he was forcibly ejected from the macroscopic view.
At the same time, the mysterious star no longer appeared in the form of a Three-legged Crow.
At that moment, the mysterious star gradually fell silent, becoming like a dead, still star, hiding itself away.
In the White Frost Stone House.
The light was dim.
Fang Yang's head felt heavy. He was groggy and disoriented.
After some observation, he discovered that entering the mysterious star's macroscopic view had consumed his Soul Foundation.
