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I followed the three guiding immortals toward the vortex stream, asking about what had happened during this period. In fact, I had tracked them all the way here at more than twice the speed of the transport ship. Now that three months had passed, the timing roughly matched the three immortals' description of Li Nianjun's passage—about a month ago.
Entering the vortex stream felt like stepping into another space. The surroundings were more than simply dark. I had heard that anyone who ventured too close to the edges would be swept into spatial rifts and torn apart, so anyone with a sound mind would not charge through. We flew through the very center of the vortex stream to guard against its powerful suction and occasional instability.
Fortunately, we did not encounter either of the sudden phenomena the three immortals had mentioned: "intermittent vortex compression" and "intermittent vortex turbulence."
"Why have we flown for so long without seeing any wreckage from the transport ships, or any wreckage at all? Could it all have been sucked away by that intermittent compression and turbulence?" I asked.
"Exactly. The turbulence is quite terrifying, but it shows signs before it occurs. We have ways to deal with it—we can either get ahead of it or wait it out. But once something becomes a dead object, there's no way for it to respond. The moment spatial fluctuations appear, those things get swept inside. So, Saint Emperor, as you can see, the space here is clean as a whistle. There's nothing at all." One of the immortals explained it to me.
"Sigh. If I were Jinnu, I would lie in wait here and block the warships. So I really don't know what happened to them." I gave a bitter laugh.
Another immortal shook his head. "Saint