His voice carried a suppressed excitement.
"Toward Mirror Abyss, less than a hundred thousand miles from us!"
The experts from the various races immediately gathered around.
Jin Yao narrowed his eyes and demanded, "This isn't another smokescreen, is it?"
Ming Wuya didn't answer. He simply focused on sensing the fluctuations coming from the mark.
The uneasy feeling in his heart grew stronger and stronger.
Though the mark looked no different from before, the frequency of its inner fluctuations had subtly changed, like a familiar tune rearranged with a different rhythm.
"Go if you want."
He put away the mark and turned to leave.
"But if we miss this chance, it'll be hard to capture Jiang Shu once he's fully refined the Heart of Space."
His words struck a nerve.
In the end, the temptation of the Heart of Space outweighed their doubts, and the experts from the various races followed after him.
As they ventured deeper, the surrounding spatial fragments began to form bizarre, orderly patterns, like a shattered mirror carefully pieced back together. That was how Mirror Abyss had gotten its name.
Space here wasn't broken at random. It maintained some kind of mysterious connection.
The star chart in the hand of a Peerless Genius from the Moluo Clan suddenly trembled violently. His expression shifted. "Careful. The Law of Space here seems to have been..."
Before he could finish, a genius at the very front let out a sudden scream.
The spatial fragment he had stepped on flipped without warning, slicing half his body into another spatial dimension.
The half left outside convulsed wildly as blood gushed out like a fountain.
Ming Wuya watched coldly. Only after the man had died did he speak again.
"Mirror Abyss has a peculiar spatial structure. Be careful, and don't touch anything."
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