The Star Sea within is vast and boundless, seemingly stretching for billions of light-years.
The countless specks floating in the void leap like musical notes, colliding against the black curtain spreading around, guided by Mu Qingtong's will.
Moon Time is dark, Moon Space is bright.
Countless dark and bright particles accurately collide, from ten thousand collisions per second climbing all the way up: two hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, one million... exploding into countless colorful chains of law, instantly absorbed and analyzed by Mu Qingtong's will.
Cha Naixue and Jiang Qiue embrace the woman in a black skirt from either side, their pretty pale faces growing paler, brows tightly furrowed.
After cultivating for so long, they're used to ten thousand collisions easily, they can barely withstand twenty thousand, fifty thousand becomes very painful, and now the particle rate shoots to a million collisions, directly snapping their taut nerves.
