Zhang Sanxian's thoughts spun rapidly.
Though his body remained still, the space-time around him twisted and compressed like folded paper.
Then he took a single step, and the river of stars abruptly reversed.
Buzz~
In an instant, Zhang Sanxian found himself in the deep darkness a hundred thousand light-years away.
This place remained deathly silent, its backdrop black as ink, identical to the environment surrounding the Three-Body Star System.
That wisp of will, meanwhile, had vanished without a trace, as though it had never existed.
"Hmph."
Zhang Sanxian gave a cold snort. Light flowed through his pale eyes, and his figure blurred once more.
Like a phantom, he began flashing continuously through this vast, despair-inducing void of darkness.
Every flicker and shift carried him across distances of tens or millions of light-years.
He streaked back and forth, his gaze sweeping wildly as he tried to catch any lingering trace of that wisp of will.
Yet no matter how many tens of thousands of light-years he crossed, all he saw around him was darkness upon darkness.
It was as if this secluded cosmos contained nothing but emptiness.
Just as he was about to conclude that it had merely been an illusion and temporarily give up to deal with the Pink Bears first—buzz!
A point of faint light lit up without warning in the void trillions of li ahead of Zhang Sanxian. It swiftly expanded, turning into a small, steadily rotating wormhole.
"Another wormhole—let's go in and take a look."
Zhang Sanxian's gaze sharpened. Without the slightest hesitation, his body transformed into a streak of light and arrived at the wormhole's entrance in an instant.
Before stepping inside, however, a thought stirred in his mind, and a gigantic pale eye split off from him, hovering silently in the boundless dark cosmos to