Fu Qing and Liu Di looked down at the starry sky before them.
Thousands of stars were visible to the naked eye, flickering with faint light.
Fu Qing said in puzzlement, "I never thought you'd actually be able to find a place like this. This nebula is so enormous, already spanning light-years, yet there's no life."
"Usually, we call nebulae like this graves. Not because anyone died here."
"But because such a vast region, with so many stars, failed to give birth to even a single lifeform."
"Looking across the universe, the odds of that are incredibly low."
As Fu Qing spoke, he raised his head slightly along with Liu Di.
Layers of Liu Di's technological Topological Space unfolded before them, each scene displaying the nebula's complete form.
"Unable to see Mount Lu's true face, only because one stands within its mountains."
"The scale of a cosmic nebula is immense. Without Topological Space, we could never see its full appearance with our naked eyes."
Liu Di narrowed his eyes slightly.
The nebula was an eerie purple, its main body an irregular diffuse mass.
Yet at its front stood seven enormous pillars, like straight columns of smoke shooting into the heavens. The "dust particles" mixed within that smoke were actually celestial bodies.
Any one of those smoke pillars spanned a million kilometers.
It was grand and dazzling, yet carried a trace of strangeness. Just as Fu Qing had said, it resembled a grave floating silently in Deep Space, with seven incense sticks planted before it.
Fu Qing suddenly thought of something. He froze slightly and asked in alarm, "How are you planning to test it? Don't tell me—"
Liu Di's figure flashed.
He took Fu Qing back seven thousand years.
Seven thousand years.
For humanity, it was already an unimaginable span