A mass of gray-black crystalline substance, resembling withered roots, floats silently in space, bathed in the distant starlight, with the planetary shield of the Taixu Spirit Hub just a few kilometers below, emitting a hazy glow.
The ugly seed thus remains just a stone's throw away from its final target—silent, perhaps already dead.
The hastily launched planet-guarding forces linger near the shield nodes, building a defensive line with the towering Immortal Palace maneuvered into emergency orbit, with experts from various sects vigilantly on edge against the bizarre crystal, ready to defend against its sudden fall to the mother planet.
But after several minutes, the "Inference Star Body" still hasn't moved at all.
