On the edge of the Meteor Sea, gray stone meteors floated sparsely in the void, their pitted surfaces bathed in the brilliance of the Great Sun, reflecting a metallic luster.
On one gray-gold meteor about a hundred miles in diameter, in the largest meteor crater, a majestic and magnificent palace was currently stationed.
In a luxurious hall within the palace, two figures in black robes, both Golden Core Main Priests, sat at the head of the hall with worried expressions.
At that moment, a ritual master with a horse-like face suddenly spoke, "Old Mang, it's been almost thirty years. There's still no word from the protectors. Do you think something might have happened to them?"
"Nonsense! Nayan, you dare to curse our masters. They are exceptionally strong; it is impossible for anything to happen to them. The reason they haven't returned must be some minor setbacks. In a few years, they will surely return triumphantly."
