Lonely, empty, distant, mysterious...
That was how traveling through the universe made people feel.
The Qi Ming sped forward at full speed through the pitch-black void. Though enormous by ordinary standards, the ship looked so tiny in the universe.
Every cabin aboard was packed with people watching projections suspended in midair, which displayed the scene outside the ship.
For many of them, this was their first time witnessing the vast beauty of the universe with their own eyes. It deeply shocked them, changed their understanding of the world, and made them realize their own insignificance.
Most of the people aboard were in good spirits, enjoying this interstellar journey. Only a small number felt uneasy.
Among them, one person was suffering the most.
Inside the cockpit.
Fan Lang had locked himself in there alone. He looked up at the floating three-dimensional star map, where nine tiny red dots were gradually approaching God Vast Star.
He had chosen a special route for the Qi Ming, hoping to lure away the Star Devouring Monsters. If they chose to pursue the Qi Ming, God Vast Star would be protected indirectly and gain a slim chance to maneuver.
In chess terms, that would bring the entire game back to life.
However, things had not developed according to his plan. The Star Devouring Monsters had not changed direction and were still flying toward God Vast Star. It seemed they intended to deal with God Vast Star first before pursuing the Qi Ming.
This game was still dead, permeated by a suffocating pressure of death.
Fan Lang's face was as still as water as he sat there blankly, staring fixedly at the star map. He simply kept looking at it, doing nothing else.
After an unknown amount of time, someone knocked on the cockpit door.
The hatch