Legendary Person: I brought my skills back to reality!

Xu Hao tirelessly moved forward in this broken and distorted space.

The ground beneath my feet was still cracked like a dry riverbed, each step producing a soft "crack" that sounded particularly clear in the deathly silence.

The gray-purple sky hung low, and the distorted light cast ever-changing shadows in the distance. The metallic and fishy smell lingered in the air, occasionally mixed with an indescribable, decaying odor that seemed to have been sealed away for millions of years.

The shock from the fragments of Oboro's memories had not yet fully subsided. The grand and brutal cosmic war, and the dark path ultimately chosen by the Fama civilization, weighed heavily on his heart, making him have deeper doubts about the nature of this space.

He walked for a long time along the direction with the weakest energy fluctuations, so long that he almost thought this gray space would extend indefinitely, without end.

Just then, at the edge of his vision, the distorted light seemed to stabilize slightly, and an unimaginably huge outline, like a mirage, gradually emerged from the blurry light and shadow, filling his entire field of vision.

It was a tree, a colossal tree whose size defies description.

No, to describe it as a "tree" is blasphemous.

Its roots seem to be deeply embedded in the bottom layer of this broken space, or rather, this space itself exists by virtue of its existence.

The massive, immeasurably thick tree trunk pierced the sky. Its surface was not the familiar bark texture, but rather a mixture of some ancient rock and metal, covered with deep, enormous fissures, each fissure resembling a canyon.

The color is a dark, deathly gray-black, absorbing the already sparse light around it, exuding an ancient coldness.

Although the outlines are somewhat similar, with branches that twist and turn like dragons, stretching infinitely upwards as if to break through the gray-purple sky, the giant tree in front of me gives a completely different feeling.

It lacked the evil and bloodshed of the tree in the Demon Dragon Blood Domain; instead, it exuded a more ancient and profound aura, as if bearing the vicissitudes and sorrow of endless years.

The tree trunk was not dark red, but under this eerie light, it presented a deep, almost obsidian-like color. Its surface was unusually smooth, and it seemed that there was an extremely faint light flowing inside, yet it was difficult to catch.

It stood there silently, like a tombstone of the universe, the absolute center of this shattered world, exuding an indescribable, almost sacred yet deathly aura. The invisible pressure was heavier than that of the tree in the Demon Dragon Blood Domain, but it did not carry any killing intent; rather, it was more like an ancient and majestic presence.

What truly made Xu Hao's pupils contract sharply and his heart almost skip a beat were the countless points of light hanging between those massive, mountain-like branches.

As he cautiously approached, suppressing the overwhelming sense of insignificance that welled up from the depths of his soul, he finally saw the true nature of those points of light. They were enormous cocoons, radiating a soft, steady glow.

These cocoons are completely different from the translucent, vein-covered, and eerie cocoons of the Demon Dragon Blood Domain.

They appear to be formed from pure light, exhibiting a warm, milky white or pale golden halo. Their surfaces are as smooth as the most perfect jade, and one can vaguely see the presence of creatures within them, as if they have fallen into an eternal slumber.

These cocoons of light densely covered almost every reachable branch, from the thick forks near the ground all the way to the towering top hidden in the gray-purple mist. Their number was countless, like billions of the most brilliant stars in the night sky being picked and adorned on this ancient giant tree.

They are not inanimate objects. Each cocoon emits a uniform and soft light, as if there is some mysterious connection between them. The light rises and falls slightly in sync with an extremely slow and imperceptible rhythm, like breathing in a slumber, bringing a strange "life force" to this desolate place.

Where...where is this?!

Xu Hao's heart was pounding wildly in his chest, almost shattering his ribs.

The scene before him exceeded all his knowledge and imagination. The colossal tree that reached the sky and the billions of cocoons of light hanging on it formed a picture that was both sacred and eerie, making him feel an indescribable tremor deep in his soul.

Each cocoon of light emanated a gentle yet powerful life force, like a sleeping star, creating a stark contrast with this desolate and broken space.

Just as Xu Hao's consciousness was almost swallowed up by this shocking scene, the gray-purple sky above his head began to ripple without warning, like a stone being thrown into a calm lake.

The distorted light suddenly converged, and an indescribably huge shadow emerged from it, quickly solidifying.

An eye, an enormous, cold, inhumanly rational vertical pupil, abruptly hung in mid-air, looking down at Xu Hao, who was as insignificant as dust. That gaze, almost tangible, carried a chilling coldness and undisguised scrutiny, instantly locking onto Xu Hao.

"You..." A loud and cold voice resounded directly in Xu Hao's mind, filled with obvious astonishment and disbelief, "Why are you here!?"

Oboro's voice was no longer the pure command and declaration it had before, but was filled with deep doubt, as if she had witnessed something that could never happen.

The giant eye's pupils contracted slightly as it carefully "observed" Xu Hao and the space around him. "I understand... It was the weapon of those lower beings outside? The spatial disturbance they caused accidentally tore open the passage, throwing you, this 'alien object,' here?"

Its voice carried a hint of realization, but more so a disdain for the fact that such an outcome was accidentally caused by a lesser civilization.

Xu Hao forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart, gripped the cold fragment of memory tightly, as if trying to draw a sliver of courage from it.

He looked up, staring directly into the enormous eye that resembled a floating star. His voice was hoarse with tension, yet carried an undeniable determination: "Where! Just where is this place?!"

The giant eye remained silent for a moment, its cold gaze seeming to flicker, as if it were weighing something.

"You seem to have seen those memories... most of those memories are mine..."

A few seconds later, Oboro's voice rang out again, with a strange, almost indifferent tone, yet containing an indescribable heaviness: "This... is the 'sleeping place' of the Fama civilization."

It seemed to shift its gaze, sweeping over the giant tree covered with countless cocoons of light. "Each of these cocoons of light you see represents a fellow Famar who has fallen into a long slumber."

Not long ago, I was just one of them…