The clamor of the eastern Great Thousand World was left far behind. Three days later, Mo Yu piloted the thunderous radiance formed from the Thunder Emperor Palace through the boundless sea of stars.
This time, he did not make a grand display on his way to the Annihilation Star Thunder Forbidden Zone. His only companions were Qing Yanjing, Qing Chen, and thirty-six carefully selected core powerhouses from the Thunder Prison, the weakest of whom was at least Late Spirit Grade. Among them were eight Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereigns, who formed the Thunder Gang Guardian Array to protect them along the way.
The Thunder Emperor Palace itself had been reduced to the size of an ordinary flying vessel. Its thunderous radiance was completely restrained, yet its speed had reached the extreme. It was like a fine electric scar tearing through the void, its trajectory elusive and unpredictable.
Qing Chen stood beside his father, his little hand tightly clutching the corner of Mo Yu's clothes. His small face was tense, filled with both nervousness toward the unknown and a yearning for power.
He wore the purple protective amulet formed after the Purple Heaven Dao Infusion Pill dissolved, pressed close to his chest. Its gentle medicinal power continuously nourished his whole body.
Qing Yanjing kept her eyes closed and focused her mind. From time to time, her fingertip sketched through the void as she repeatedly deduced every detail of the soon-to-be-deployed Chaos Thunder Origin Spirit Awakening Array, ensuring that nothing could go wrong.
"Father, is it... dangerous there?" Qing Chen asked softly as he gazed at the increasingly dense thunderous nebula ahead. Its color was gradually shifting from ordinary silver-white, blue, and violet toward a dark, murky black-purple.
Mo Yu lowered his head and ruffled his hair. His voice was steady. "It is