His future self had crossed the vast star sea in a single step, swift beyond belief. As the constellations shifted, he arrived on the island, gently caressing each tombstone. His expression mournful, his silhouette solitary, it stirred an urge to weep.
Then, he suddenly turned around, looking at himself, and softly said, "Past self, I know you're watching me now, because you and I are one and the same. If you see all of this, do not..."
Suddenly, the starry sky exploded with Forbidden Tribulation Thunder descending from the highest reaches of the Heavenly Dome. Each bolt was fierce enough to shatter stars—tens of thousands rained down, capable of obliterating swathes of the cosmos, engulfing everything.
