A month later, in a boundless expanse of starry sky, specks of starlight glittered in the distance.
The Fire Luan sped through the starry sky. Han Changming and Ye Xin stood on the deck, gazing curiously at the dazzling stars.
A shimmering red light screen enveloped the entire Fire Luan, its surface covered in profound runes.
There were many stones in the starry sky, varying in size and color. Some gleamed brightly. Most drifted through space, while some spun at an especially rapid speed.
In the distance was an incomparably enormous nebula, surrounded by countless stones in red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet—a scene of breathtaking beauty.
The nebula appeared close, but it was actually very far away, and extremely dangerous. Along the way, they had seen several hundred nebulae of varying sizes.
Before setting out, they had gathered considerable information on nebulae. Reading written accounts had evoked little feeling, but seeing one with their own eyes was still deeply shocking.
There were countless nebulae in the starry sky. Only after tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions, of years of evolution could a nebula possibly form into a planet.
Even Spirit Transformation cultivators dared not approach a nebula too closely. Doing so was courting death.
There were many dangers in the starry sky—stellar storms, black holes, demonic beasts, and more. Even Spirit Transformation cultivators could not move about freely in space.
There were many things in the starry sky: demonic beasts, strange stones, demonic beast materials, and so on, even ancient cultivators' cave abodes. It was said that someone had once seen nine flood dragon skeletons pulling a coffin.
Over the past month or so, Han Changming's understanding of the world had been constantly reshaped. Only after venturing out this time did he realize just how