A chilling sensation swept over the hairs on his skin, as if it would freeze every cell. The pressureless air flowed through his body, as though ready to tear his blood vessels and organs apart from within.
Of course, as an eighth-ring psion, these were merely natural phenomena of the vacuum. None of it hurt in the slightest. He looked around and found himself on a rugged, uneven stretch of rock. Gravity was roughly one-fifth of Earth's, and there was no air. Yet beyond the rocky rise before him lay a vast expanse of thick ice, stretching past the horizon and reflecting a purple gas giant.
The purple gas giant filled most of the dark space in Yu Lian's field of view, as if it were the master of this universe.
Needless to say, he was now on one of the giant planet's moons.
He quickly checked himself. His blue bar had taken a huge hit, but was recovering rapidly, while his red bar was almost untouched.
As it turned out, neither the ancient Tyangkai patriarch and its family nor the frenzied space crystal clusters could do him any harm.
He checked his completely unscathed wrist terminal, felt for the golden whistle and Lin Guang tucked into his belt, and sensed the texture of the dimensional sword pill hidden in his sea of consciousness. Only then did he survey his surroundings.
"Little Gray." He barely moved his lips. Of course, no sound could carry in a vacuum.
And yet he really did hear the robot lady's voice.
"Right here." She appeared beside Yu Lian out of thin air once again, making her usual ghostly entrance. This time, though, she was no longer dressed as a pirate first officer. Instead, she wore a bulky "ancient-era" spacesuit, complete with an enormous round