Laqi had gone through many, many adventures lately.
And after more than ten thousand years of effort, he had finally reached the sixth rank.
His progress had not been fast, but he had advanced steadily and surely, with a solid foundation.
Amid those interstellar wars and under the law of the jungle, he had schemed against others, where the weak were prey to the strong.
He had witnessed the grand ceremonies of many aliens and delved deep among them, exploring their civilizations.
The peaceful life of a world of supernatural abilities.
The witches' war.
A confrontation with himself in the Shadow World.
An adventure aboard a ghost ship in the stars.
Pioneering interstellar frontiers, surviving the wilderness amid harsh natural environments.
Trying to comprehend the Dao Path on utterly different planets.
And so on and so forth—Laqi had experienced so very many things.
Naturally, some had been exceedingly dangerous. For instance, he had suddenly become involved in a civilization's succession struggle, supported a certain prince because of a personal connection, and ended up playing out a Nine Dragons Vying for the Throne scenario, nearly getting killed.
Or when he and Li Shiwei had fallen into a dangerous Return-to-Void deathtrap. It seemed to be a tidal-force energy source built by some High Civilization. They had created a mirror space incapable of doing work on the outside, allowing tidal forces to be perfectly exerted without any wear on the components, using the Return-to-Void tides to generate energy without end.
In a mirror space with no friction and no ability to do work externally, one simply could not exert any force. Even recoil was impossible. They could only watch helplessly as gravity dragged them into the Return-to-Void.
If they were pulled inside, they would die.
Yet in the end, relying on his ample