"Death is drawing ever closer."
"This sovereign can already smell that icy scent. What a wonderful feeling..."
Jiang Ding looked toward the central black hole of the Milky Way, now only a little over a thousand light-years away.
That star captured by the black hole's vortex orbit was drawing ever closer to its center. The star churned violently as it moved, and from time to time, matter was torn from it and fell into the vortex. Compared with more than five thousand years ago, the star had shrunk by more than half.
Yet the final moment had still not arrived. This star had not truly reached the black hole.
Within a black hole, not even particles of light could escape. They would be swallowed in an instant, leaving no further chance for observation.
"Will this star, about to fall completely into the black hole, become the future fate of this sovereign's Materialistic Solar Sword Soul?"
Jiang Ding murmured.
At this moment, he could feel his Sword Soul burning, radiating light and heat. Countless inspirations and thoughts blossomed within his Sea of Consciousness, continuously perfecting the path toward the Materialistic Solar Sword Soul's further qualitative transformation. Problems emerged one after another and were solved one after another, at dozens of times his usual efficiency—
This feeling was truly wonderful!
The instincts of the sword cultivators of the Hegemonic Race of the Endless Starry Sky were blossoming. The instincts of the Great Sun Sword Dao were burning. The foundations and accumulated heritage of a sword cultivator's life were shining brilliantly.
Amid such all-consuming burning, even ideals once impossibly distant in dreams began to reveal the faintest outline.
Rumble!
At a certain instant,
A lightning-like thought cleaved through the Great Sun Sword Son's Sea of Consciousness, triggering immense upheaval within it as countless