The End of an Ambitious Man

Earlier, when Zhang Sanxian learned from Dizi that he was a full 1.8 million light-years away from the Demon Immortal Fortress headquarters, he had found it rather strange.

What kind of Galaxy had a single spiral arm nearly two million light-years long?

But now, upon seeing the words "Northern Galaxy" on this star map, he suddenly understood.

Perhaps the cosmic spacetime framework of this dungeon was far vaster—or stranger—than the reality of his previous life.

"The bigger, the better."

Gazing at the Ninth Spiral Arm of the Northern Galaxy before him, like a river of starlight, Zhang Sanxian murmured, "That way, the number of fragments I obtain in the future will be extremely considerable as well."

He then began testing this spacecraft—no, this flying sword's faster-than-light cruising speed.

"Begin."

Under Zhang Sanxian's control, the entire flying sword gave a slight shudder, dim light flowing across its blade.

Buzz!

In an instant, it vanished from where it stood and entered faster-than-light travel.

From Zhang Sanxian's perspective in the main control room within the sword's inner space—

the sword had, in a single instant, slipped by an incomprehensible method into a hazy passage that was fantastical, bizarre, and beyond all description.

At once, the rune representing speed on the black wall of the control room began to flash madly.

This meant the flying sword's speed was rising sharply.

"Strange, strange~"

Staring at the hazy realm outside the flying sword, Zhang Sanxian muttered, "It is neither a cultivator's warped space nor an interstellar civilization's warp travel. By what method does this flying sword surpass the speed of light?"

Clearly, even at such close range, and despite his understanding of spacetime structures, he still could not discern how this flying sword's faster-than-light principle worked.

At the same time, the rune representing speed on the