"Is Gu Fan your wife?"
"You left the beautiful Li Ying on Proxima b because you're an upright gentleman, rejecting every temptation, nipping every possibility in the bud, and remaining wholeheartedly devoted to your wife until death?"
"Tsk, tsk. Pretty noble of you."
Fu Qing smacked his lips.
Liu Di's voice came through. "I don't have so many grand reasons. It's just that ever since childhood, Gu Fan's place in my heart has been irreplaceable."
The Silver Shuttle traveled through the wormhole.
Its destination was Cygnus V404, 7,800 light-years away.
In other words, the black hole Mole Prince had pointed out.
Humanity knew very little about black holes. It was not until 2019 that people obtained the first photograph of a black hole in history.
The photo was named "Powehi," a Hawaiian word meaning "the dark source of unending creation."
Because of a black hole's peculiar properties—devouring and distorting light—the photo was merely a blurry, incomplete ring of dark red flames.
First, black holes neither emitted nor reflected light.
Second, the M87 black hole was too far from Earth.
So, put bluntly, that photo had been Photoshopped by humanity based on collected data from the black hole's accretion disk and jets.
No human had ever seen a real black hole.
Although Liu Di and Liu Zhengqing had once approached a black hole, they had remained at a tremendous distance. The black hole had been nothing more than a lightless sphere.
At this moment.
The Tian Jue Hao had already neared the region of Cygnus V404.
This was the coldest, loneliest part of the universe. Within a radius of nearly eight light-years, there were no celestial bodies, no drifting fragments of rock, not even cosmic dust.
The space around them was pitch-black.
Liu Di narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression grave.