Entrance to the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest

No one knew how much time had passed when the dragon-shaped warship plunged into a stretch of pitch-black void.

Scattered fragments of stars began appearing one after another around them.

These fragments lay strewn high in the heavens, drifting slowly under some invisible pull, like pebbles casually scattered by a giant.

Yet as the warship continued deeper, the fragments grew more numerous and densely packed.

Later on, every fragment had become as enormous as a mountain, looming across the void. Their bodies were jet-black, gleaming with the cold, hard luster of metal. Some were riddled with craters and cracks, as though they had endured the ravages of countless ages.

They floated aimlessly, without the slightest pattern. From time to time, two would collide, setting off a soundless tremor. Shards flew in all directions, breaking into smaller stones that shot away through the void.

The dragon-shaped warship deftly wove between these colossal objects, sometimes rising, sometimes sinking, sometimes skimming sideways past two massive fragments about to close together.

The Primordial Ancient Dragon's control was precise and steady. The warship moved like a fish entering water, unbelievably nimble.

Lin Fan stood at the bow with his hands behind his back, his robes snapping in the currents of the void.

His gaze was calm as water. Layer upon layer of stellar fragments reflected in his deep eyes, as though he were silently calculating something.

Behind him, the Black Jade Qilin stood quietly, straight as a pine. Its ink-black scales nearly merged with the darkness of the void, and only the occasional glimmer in its amber eyes proved that the divine beast was there.

Yet the one drawing the most attention at this moment was the little girl Ruo Xuan standing by one side of the rail.

She was small and delicate, and her