The spatial pressure at the vortex exit vanished.
Qin Chuan stepped out of the purple-red rift and onto the Void.
There was none of the viscous, sticky suppression of laws from the Black Sea, nor the thuggish judgment that forcibly drained blood at the bottom of the altar. The normal physical constants belonging to the Seventh Star Domain flowed around him.
He patted the Deceiver's Trench Coat, dusting off the spatial particles clinging to it.
After losing its external support, the purple-red rift behind him began to contract, shrinking to less than a dozen meters wide.
This was a public space-lane zone in the Seventh Star Domain.
Merchant ships usually passed through here in dense traffic, but now the area looked eerily empty. Shattered starport wreckage and metal plates drifted everywhere along the edges of the lane.
Several warships bearing tattered Blood Fiend flags and Abyss Clan insignias were hiding behind a massive meteorite.
"Boss, someone just came out of that collapsed space up ahead."
Inside the warship's control room, a one-horned adjutant stared at the radar screen and immediately reported in.
The captain was a True God Peak member of the Abyss Clan, his face filled with viciousness.
He rose and walked to the porthole.
"Coming out of the Spatial Turbulence at a time like this? Either he's escaping the disaster or looking to scavenge something."
"Those lunatics from the Origin Realm have seized all our territory. Now they won't even let us use the public space lanes. Hurry up and capture him. Strip him clean, no matter what he's carrying, then jump immediately!"
The order was issued.
The tractor-beam device beneath the warship activated, and a blue pillar of light as thick as a barrel descended directly over Qin Chuan's location.
Qin Chuan was opening the System Panel