Highgong entered the "accretion disk" once again. However, this time, facing the endless cosmic dust, he found it much easier, as if he were playing a simple-difficulty dodging game. As long as he avoided the areas where the spatial parameters approached zero infinitely, and the waves of matter storms with densities above a certain threshold, there was actually nothing dangerous within the entire "accretion disk."
A large, highly dangerous celestial body like a "black hole" had one advantage.
It was simply too dangerous, making it impossible for things like "black hole species" or "space-collapse species" to exist.
If one did appear, then without a doubt, it would be an accident caused by some kind of "spacetime event"—perhaps some unlucky person who had crossed through a parallel spacetime, or someone who had crashed into a massive spatial collapse hundreds of light-years away.
Only such people could suddenly emerge from a black hole. But in essence, they were not native species.
Highgong quickly found the third sub-fortress. At least a hundred "corpses" of cosmic engineering robots were still drifting around its outskirts.
These robots did not have a sturdy body like his. They were basically killed the moment they showed themselves. The dust clouds had clogged every crack in their bodies completely, making them look like more than a hundred mummies floating in a sandstorm.
These mummies seemed to be migrating in the same direction. Highgong narrowed his eyes and adjusted the parameters of the spatial model, incorporating "matter entities" into it as well. Soon, it marked an anomaly floating in midair about one-tenth of a space unit away. Most likely, this group of robots had gone to rescue it.
According to the giant insect, it should be a damaged "space anchor."
Highgong thought for a moment. Instead of flying toward the