The closer they drew to the core region where the Primordial Stone Coffin lay, the denser the deathly silence in the void became, as though even thought itself might freeze. The Star Raft's concealment formation had been pushed to its limit. It was like dancing on a knife's edge; the slightest mistake would trigger the warning restrictions spread throughout the void.
Through the porthole, they could already glimpse the enormous, slowly rotating dark-red energy vortex, as well as the pitch-black stone coffin at its center, like a slumbering colossal beast. The coffin was surrounded by densely packed Cult of Rebirth runes and Gluttonous demonic markings, woven into a vast demonic net that covered the starfield. Several Ghost Motherships and demonic corpse fortresses, each comparable to a small star, patrolled outside the net like loyal hunting hounds, their presence grim and imposing.
Directly above the coffin, a crimson figure sat quietly in meditation. Bloodlight around him merged with the coffin's deathly stillness—it was the Blood Red Great Priest! Though he had not moved, the terrifying pressure of a peak mid-stage Quasi-Saint spread like tangible tides, making even Li Wuyang and the others, tens of thousands of miles away, struggle to breathe.
"Sure enough, the defenses are airtight." Master of Qingwei Temple looked grave. "A direct assault is impossible."
Li Wuyang took a deep breath, his consciousness sinking into his sea of consciousness as he connected with the Spacetime Mark bestowed by the Guardian of the Corridor. The mark emitted a faint glow and resonated strangely with the surrounding spacetime. He said in a low voice, "The mark can help us temporarily pass through the outermost restrictions, but it cannot completely evade the Blood Red Great Priest's perception. We only have one chance. In the brief instant between being discovered and intercepted,