This is an all-encompassing darkness.
The darkness is as if materialized, every inch of space carrying the attribute of darkness, unknown where it is, unknown when it exists.
Within the darkness, there seems to be a throne forged from darkness itself.
An indescribable presence sits atop the throne.
"Fire Star has appeared."
Amidst the darkness, a whisper suddenly arises, saying:
"That incarnation of yours, free from scrutiny for many years, what exactly is he doing?"
From atop the throne, a monotonous and dull voice responds:
"Raising chickens, raising fish, planting trees, drinking tea... residing in a mortal village for many years, never venturing out, hasn't even truly begun the path of cultivation, seems to be just at the Nascent Soul... very weak."
The voice within the darkness says:
"You mean to say, all these years, he's been nothing but a farmer?"
Above the throne, the monotonous voice appears somewhat melancholic, saying:
