She cast the line and reeled it in, the fully automatic Tiger-brand lure hooking materials back from the dust of the fragments.
Six-Winged maintained high speed, and Bai Yujun had to cast spells to offset the velocity so Fat Tiger could seize targets amid the dense swarm of meteors. Otherwise, the moment he left Six-Winged's back, countless meteors would likely smash him into scraps.
She could only cast the line two or three times each time.
Once Six-Winged left the asteroid belt, there were no more fishing targets.
They had to brush past meteor fragments again before she could continue. The interval depended entirely on luck; it was hardly unusual to come up empty for an entire month. Long and dreary interstellar travel was truly boring. Aside from fishing, she occasionally projected her consciousness elsewhere to play, but not for too long, or she would be unable to suppress this body's transformation into a dragon.
If there were rare materials, she fished for materials. If not, she fished chunks of ice floating through the void. Along the way, they had not encountered any Immortals, Demons, and Monsters traveling through the void. Perhaps their current location was simply too remote. Or perhaps the spiritual treasures and precious materials born within worlds were sufficient for cultivation. There was also a third possibility: the dangers hidden in the void made Immortals, Demons, and Monsters shy away at the sight of them—strange celestial bodies, nebulae larger than Great Worlds that would trap anything entering them for life, stars capable of erupting with pulse rays at any moment, and countless other perils.
For a rookie like Fat Tiger, entering the void alone was no different from suicide unless he joined a major power. True major powers had many ways to cross the void. Among them,