The Outer Realm was truly vast—so vast it seemed boundless. There were no roots, no anchors here, only a faint, ever-present pulling force, as though it existed to keep the objects in this stretch of starry sky from being flung away.
The starry sky here devoured all sound and warmth, leaving behind only endless silence. Occasionally, sparse starlight pierced through billions of miles of void, refracting a dim blue chill from the edges of ice crystals.
Boundless clusters of ice crystals floated in the void. The large ones sprawled like mountain ranges, while the small ones scattered like dust. They condensed, grew, then quietly collapsed over the long years. At times, tiny grains of ice were pushed by an invisible force and gave off crisp cracking sounds along with the fluctuations of energy, only to be swallowed by the vacuum in the next instant.
The Sky Splitting traveled through this icy crystal wasteland, like a speck of dust adrift upon the boundless sea of the universe.
A thin layer of frost coated its metal hull, casting a cold halo beneath the sparse starlight. Its thrusters spewed golden tail flames, carving a fleeting trace through the darkness. The fine ice crystals around the vessel were pushed aside by its energy field, forming a hazy ring of light before swiftly fading into the eternal dark.
That invisible pulling force in the void was everywhere, causing the hull to tremble faintly from time to time, as if it were resisting some undercurrent in deep space.
On the upper deck of the flying vessel, Wang Ping, Tiangong, Lieyang, Yuanwu, and Xing Meng stood together, gazing into the distant starry sky. A massive cloud of ice slowly revolved there, refracting ever-changing dim light. It was like the cold, indifferent eye of the Outer Realm starry