The scenery in every direction collapsed in an instant. It looked like a skyscraper built of stained glass swaying and crumbling in an earthquake—dazzlingly colorful, magnificent, gorgeous, and bizarre.
The whole process took two seconds. When the last trace of metallic silver light rapidly faded from view, I found myself in a vast expanse of space that differed from before. I remembered being near a gray-green planet, surrounded by large amounts of battlefield wreckage and a group of native ships cautiously gathering around us. But now everything was gone: the gray-green planet, the native ships, the wreckage, Space City, the star, the distant nebulae... It had all seemed like a dream. This place was truly empty space, devoid of anything. Even the nearest starlight appeared several light-years away. The stars still shone brightly, but they no longer looked familiar.
Sandora, meanwhile, stood beside me, rubbing her eyes and yawning repeatedly, looking like she had only just awakened and was still sleepy. Even her figure was gradually fading, as though it too were part of the dream.
I thought I understood what was happening.
"Go find the Yulaxis Imperial Authority." Sandora's figure had become so faint that it was nearly gone, yet her voice still clearly reached Alaya's mind and mine. "My true body is there. This dream has left. This is the last remnant..."
The faint figure before us finally dispersed completely. At the same time, I sensed an intense signal released by the Yulaxis Imperial Authority coming from another direction. The signal was exceptionally clear, and it was obviously coming from a different location than before—I remembered the Yulaxis Imperial Authority being over twenty light-years away, but the Signal Source now seemed to be less than five light-years from here?
That was a minor issue, though. The next instant,