Beyond the endless domains, Deep Space was black and deathly still, ancient and boundless.
A simply built Small Flying Boat broke through the cold currents of stars, gliding steadily across an uninhabited Star Domain.
At its bow, a figure in blue sat quietly cross-legged. His aura was restrained and profound, while Saint Power roared soundlessly within him. A pressure far beyond that of a Saint Emperor silently pressed against the surrounding space.
Yet it also kept the swiftly advancing Small Flying Boat perfectly steady. Any Meteorite hurtling in from Deep Space shattered before it could approach the hull, then vanished without a sound.
It was Li Yun!
After leaving the Golden Eagle Dynasty, he had worried that Great Black Heaven and the Blood God Cult might have some unforeseen means of intercepting him.
For three straight months, he had not even dared to cultivate.
He had focused entirely on staying alert. When his attention was not on the surrounding Deep Space, it was on the Gate of Myriad Wonders. At every moment, he remained ready to teleport away.
He had taken caution and Sixth Senior tactics to their absolute limit.
But the interception and mishaps he feared never came.
Gradually, he relaxed his guard a little and turned his attention back to Martial Dao cultivation.
The seven Saint Emperors of the Through-Ancient Dynasty, the thirty-seven of Tiger-Fighting Star, and one final haul before he left the Golden Eagle Dynasty had given him an enormous store of Myriad Wonders Points—more than seventy-four trillion.
Even what he had used earlier amounted to only a tiny fraction.
He had more than enough Myriad Wonders Points left to spend freely.
Once he began cultivating, he lost himself in it completely.
Everything went as smoothly as silk.
With nothing to interrupt him, his progress in