This place was not the star-river… it was still far from the true “Milky Way,” the so-called “Bright River,” but it was no longer as distant as before… everyone could already see some differences, and the feeling was extremely off.
From the ground it looked like a river pouring down from the nine heavens, but from here you could already tell it was countless stars… maybe… there were hundreds of billions? In any case, you couldn’t count them with a single glance.
The distance between each star — even the nearest ones — would take people countless years of flight to reach.
Endless, vast space was filled with celestial bodies big and small, and with boundless void that words could not describe.
What river? What a joke…
Compared to an ant looking at the Underworld River, a human here wasn’t even dust.
Some stories say the Cowherd and Weaver Girl meet by building a bridge across this “river”? Emmmm…
Minghe blinked, expressionless, and felt a bit sore about her entire cultivation life.
She had always fancied that she was “attuned to the star-river.” What had she actually attuned to? That old Taoist nun who taught her to align with the star-river — did she know what she was doing…