"Death was drawing ever closer."
"I can already smell its cold scent. What a wonderful feeling..."
Jiang Ding looked toward the Milky Way Central Black Hole, now only a little over a thousand light-years away.
The star caught in the black hole's swirling orbit was drawing ever closer to its center. It shuddered as it moved, and from time to time, matter was torn from its surface and fell into the vortex. Compared with five thousand years ago, the star had lost more than half its mass.
Even so, its final moment had not yet come. It had not reached the black hole itself.
Inside a black hole, not even particles of light could escape. They would be swallowed in an instant, leaving no chance for further observation.
"Will that star, about to sink completely into the black hole, share the future fate of my Materialist Solar Sword Soul?"
Jiang Ding spoke softly.
At that moment, he could feel his sword soul burning, giving off light and heat. Countless flashes of inspiration and thoughts bloomed in his sea of consciousness, continually refining the path to his Materialist Solar Sword Soul's next transformation. Problems arose one after another and were solved, at a pace dozens of times faster than usual—
The feeling was truly wonderful!
The instincts of a sword cultivator from a sovereign race of the boundless starry sky were blossoming. The instincts of the Great Sun Sword Dao were burning. The foundations he had built over a lifetime of sword cultivation were shining forth.
Amid all that burning, even an ideal that had seemed unreachable in dreams began to take shape.
Boom!
In a single instant,
a lightning-like thought struck the Great Sun Sword Heir's sea of consciousness, setting it trembling as countless thoughts surged like an unending tide.