In the dimly lit bar, with its soothing music and familiar faces gathered around, the sound of clinking glasses filled the air. The glittering liquid in their cups swayed, and the fragrance of alcohol was pervasive, evoking a sense of time fleeting. 0

Wang Xuan didn't know how much he had drunk. Looking at the familiar classmates across and beside him, he felt a sense of displacement in time and space.0

Just a few days ago, he had confronted the Celestials, and for many days, he had been immersed in studying the essence of the vanishing myths and exploring the secrets behind the decline of the transcendent.0

Now, sitting in the bar, toasting with acquaintances amidst the hazy lights, he felt a sense of calm and tranquility of the mortal world. This felt more real to him, as if everything he had pursued before was too elusive.0

"Wang Xuan, don't space out. Have another one," someone called, and their glasses clinked again with a light 'ding'.0

Since returning from the Hidden Land over three months ago, knowing he was on New Star, some university classmates had enthusiastically invited him to get together. But with various troubles at the time, he could only decline, delaying it until now.0

Having unsuccessfully pursued the traces of Celestials, Wang Xuan returned to Su City, leading to this gathering. Those...0