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There were no walls, no ceiling, and no floor.

Zhang Qi floated in a void. Beneath his feet lay bottomless darkness, while stars close enough to touch hung overhead.

Those stars were not decorative ornaments forged from glass and lamplight.

They were real. Each one emitted an ancient, frigid glow, like diamond dust scattered across black velvet. Large and small, near and far, they formed a panoramic view of the cosmos.

He tried moving. His body could drift freely, yet no matter which direction he floated in, the star map around him did not change in the slightest, as if it had been nailed in place like a specimen on a wall.

The only path lay directly ahead—a trail made of faintly glowing particles that could barely be called a "road."

Zhang Qi lowered his head and looked at his hands. At some point, the Xing Tian Armor had already been dismissed.

This was the place where starry skies converged, a dimensional fissure independent of the real universe.

It was similar to the spirit world or astral world he had seen in the world of Backlund, a dimension separate from the material world.

The difference was that this place was far vaster than the world of Backlund...

The Stellaron Hunters' goal was to lock him up here?

Zhang Qi frowned. No matter how he thought about it, the conclusion seemed absurd.

They had gone through all that trouble and thrown a whole string of attacks at him just to invite him into this minimalist cosmic observation deck? Could this really trap him?

He raised a hand and began analyzing the area.

This was a spiritual dimension. As long as he found an anchor in the material world, he could leave on his own.

It would not take much effort...

So