A mass of gray-black crystal, resembling withered roots, floated silently in space, bathed in the distant starlight. The planetary shield of the Great Void Spiritual Pivot glimmered faintly several dozen kilometers beneath it.
The ugly seed had stopped just a hair's breadth from its final destination—sleeping, or perhaps already dead.
The emergency-rising planetary defense forces had halted near the shield nodes. Relying on a majestic Immortal Boat moved here by emergency orbital maneuver, they had established a defensive line. Experts from the various sects watched the bizarre crystal with utmost vigilance, ready in case it suddenly fell toward the homeworld.
But several dozen minutes passed, and the "Star Proliferation Body" still did not move.
"Is it really dead?" Eileen sprawled against the observation window in the command hall, staring wide-eyed at the distant, crumpled "crystal mass" in space. Her curiosity was tinged with nervousness. "Could C-clip actually have been right? Did this thing run all the way from Silent Garrison only to run out of energy?"
This unexpected situation left the sect experts gathered along the planetary defense line caught in a dilemma. For a time, no one dared make a rash judgment—should they attack or not? If they did nothing, the thing would remain suspended above the homeworld. If they attacked, what if they provoked it? After all, it did not appear to have any "intention" of launching an attack right now... But their opponent was the Dark Angel. Did it really possess anything like "intention," a concept that could be explained rationally?
Yu Sheng received a communication from the Tai'a.
"We released a mechanical bird, but that thing showed no reaction whatsoever when it approached," Yuan Hao's image appeared above the communicator, his expression grave. "Divine sense can't penetrate inside it, but we were able to determine that