"Old fellow, what exactly are you up to, letting water out but not to this extent, right?"
In the vast expanse of time and space, the Qiankun Immortal sat amidst the space-time vortex with a scapegoat burden, dispirited.
In front of It, an Emperor's Throne floated, surrounded by fantastic phenomena and wrapped in Immortal Light, with numerous divine and auspicious beast shadows revolving around it, guarding the throne.
Atop the throne sat a young-looking Emperor with a jade-like complexion and a solemn demeanor, his profound eyes as deep as the vast starry river, effortlessly commanding respect.
His hands rested lightly on the armrests of the throne, with his right fingertips intermittently drumming.
With each tap, a faint golden halo spread in the vacuum, and scenes appeared around it, orbiting in space.
