Wang Qi flew for a full month and a half.
Compared to Pluto—Devil's Prison, the Xihe Nebula's radius was simply enormous. Even using a near-light-speed escape technique, it would take years to cross.
But this was already the edge of the star's gravitational field. The radiance and solar spiritual power emitted by the star were already extremely faint here, and matter was hardly dense.
Even for immortals, this was an exceedingly uncomfortable region.
Space rippled like the surface of water. A black celestial body, like a surfer riding the waves, closed in on its destination.
Wang Qi's total mana had long surpassed the minimum threshold required to "break free of the river and rule oneself." The mass of a Heavenly Gate Demon Spirit allowed him to manipulate the surrounding spacetime with ease.
Over these nearly two months, the universe in Wang Qi's eyes had split into two parts. The universe ahead of him seemed covered by a blue filter, while the sun had turned nearly blood-red.
At first, this strange sight had still piqued his interest. After all, he truly had rarely used a sub-light-speed escape method continuously for so long.
But after a few days, it could no longer hold his attention.
He continued pondering the other party's origins.
There were already few natural objects accelerated to near light speed by natural phenomena. One that could happen to strike Devil's Prison was even less natural.
One had to know that this was Divine Land Houtu, Source Dragon Star. It lay far from the center of the Milky Way, at the edge of a spiral arm. There were no supermassive celestial bodies or cosmic graveyards nearby, and in the past several centuries, no supernova explosions had been observed within several hundred light-years.
Unlucky wretches like the True Flame God could