The ethereal sound of prayer reverberated by the ear.
"The Tilter of the Golden Balance."
"You are the Star Spirit who governs good luck."
"And the foe of calamity."
"I beseech your arrival."
"I pray for your aid."
In the world of 'Old Day Earth,' someone was chanting the full name of the 'God of Victory.'
Alongside the ethereal prayer, accompanied by the apparition of gray-white fog within the vision space of consciousness, a dreamy scene emerged before the eyes.
It was an island floating in the boundless gray mist, teeming with strange natural life forms—beast-clawed Druids, Tree People, beast-faced Prophets, and so on. The one chanting this name was a sixteen-year-old boy whom, though he had never truly met, Yang Qizhou recognized at a glance. He was none other than Bright Outpost's 'Harriet'...
"Wasn't he heading deep into the 'North Realm Abyss' to search for the Northern Realm Clan guarding the 'important object'? Why is he here?"
