His face was ashen, his Mana depleting at an unprecedented rate to sustain his body's high-speed flight through the cosmos.
But deep within Wu Liangchen's pitch-black eyes, a frantic and blazing fire burned.
Then, without a backward glance, he plunged headfirst into the seemingly empty dark starfield before him.
Cold. Deathly still.
This was the eternal theme of the cosmic void.
Countless enormous asteroids floated silently, their shapes varied. The largest were comparable to mountains, while the smallest were the size of several houses. They maintained a delicate balance with one another, forming a natural labyrinth.
Deep within this labyrinth, a streak of light came to a sudden halt.
Wu Liangchen's figure appeared. His face was pale, but his eyes were unnaturally bright as he stared intently at the void before him.
There, space rippled like the surface of water, and a figure emerged without a sound.
The Profound Origin Daoist Venerable.
