Relying on the Dawn's exceptional mobility and the Chaos Nirvana power's unique resistance to dead silence energy, Li Wuyang weaved through the enemy encirclement, repeatedly brushing past disaster. The ship's hull was already covered in scars, and its shield energy was on the verge of depletion, yet through his precise use of spatial turbulence and several near-suicidal eruptions of Chaos Energy, he finally shook off the pursuit and temporarily left The Finality Council's interception fleet behind.
He did not choose to rendezvous with the Capital Fleet led by Ling Xiao Sword Master. That would expose their location. Following the guidance of Xuan Nü's lingering remnant and the faint resonance of the stone coffin, he piloted the damaged Dawn deeper into the Abyssal Starfield of Annihilation like an injured fish slipping silently into waters even The Finality Council's patrols rarely entered—a land of absolute dead silence.
The sight here was beyond words. The void was no longer darkness, but a gray desolation that devoured all light and hope. There were no stars, no matter, not even any sense of time passing. There was only endless, freezing nothingness, along with an oppression that seeped into the soul, as though he stood within an unimaginably vast tomb. The spatial structure was fragile to the extreme; enormous spatial rifts like scars could be seen everywhere, and the void storms blowing from them could effortlessly tear apart ordinary immortal artifacts.
The Dawn struggled onward like a lone boat caught in a storm. Li Wuyang fused his divine sense and the starship's detection systems to their utmost limits, carefully avoiding every spatial trap. He could feel the Primordial Stone Coffin within him vibrating ever faster, as though it were drawing close to some core region.
He did not know how long they had traveled—perhaps a day,