Formlessness...Oblivion...
All Things...Hollow...
It seemed they were separated by only one realm, but in reality...
In the blink of an eye, nearly a month passed.
Aside from gradually recovering his condition, Jiang Shu spent all his remaining time comprehending the Dao of Space.
Space was king. Comprehending the Dao of Space was different from following other paths.
The threshold was higher.
I'll find the Wind Cloud Prodigies first and ask about their insights.
He didn't continue his seclusion. Rising to his feet, he set aside his cultivation for the time being and headed in the direction more and more people had been traveling lately.
The Wind Cloud Prodigies had deep reserves. Perhaps their path had been laid out for them early on, and they should have their own methods for comprehending the Law of Space.
Jiang Shu's figure streaked through the Deep Space Sea.
Several days later, in the far distance, Jiang Shu spotted a vast expanse of space, large enough to be called a small world.
Its environment was completely unlike the rest of the Deep Space Sea.
There were no sun, moon, or stars in the sky, only an endless gray vortex.
The ground was sometimes hard as iron, sometimes soft as fluff. Here and there, huge metal structures were half-buried in the earth, their surfaces engraved with unfamiliar runes.
"Something from the Mechanical Race?"
Jiang Shu stopped before a slope. Dozens of silver-blue metal fragments lay scattered across the ground, their jagged edges looking as if they had been torn apart by brute force. He
picked one up. It felt as cold as ordinary metal beneath his fingertip, but the moment he infused it with a trace of divine sense, faint blue patterns lit up across the fragment.
The patterns suddenly twisted and rearranged, projecting a fragmentary