Space Turbulence

Chu Yang looked at him in confusion, unable to understand what he meant.

"I am the will of this planet," Wutong Zi continued. "More precisely, I am the manifestation of Wutong Star's own consciousness."

"The will of a planet?" Chu Yang's eyes widened in shock.

"That's right." Wutong Zi nodded. "In this universe, when a planet has existed long enough and accumulated a sufficiently profound foundation in laws, it may give birth to its own consciousness. That is how I came into being."

Chu Yang struggled to process this astonishing revelation. "Then the immense power you have displayed..."

"It all comes from this planet itself," Wutong Zi explained. "I am Wutong Star, and Wutong Star is me. On this planet, I do indeed possess nearly invincible power. But..."

Wutong Zi shifted the topic, his tone turning heavy. "Once I leave this planet, I am nothing."

Chu Yang felt dizzy. The truth was too shocking. "You mean..."

"I cannot leave Wutong Star," Wutong Zi said frankly. "My existence depends entirely on this planet. If I forcibly leave, I will immediately disperse and turn into nothingness."

To prove his words, Wutong Zi made a gesture Chu Yang would never forget. He slowly extended his palm toward the edge of Wutong Star's atmosphere.

The moment Wutong Zi's palm touched the edge of the atmosphere, an incredible scene unfolded. His hand began to turn transparent, then gradually dissolved into specks of light that flickered like fireflies before vanishing into the Void.

Chu Yang stared at the sight in shock, deeply shaken. Wutong Zi's hand had disappeared as though it had never existed.

But soon, the scattered points of light gathered once more, and Wutong Zi's hand returned to normal, as if everything that had just happened had been an illusion.

"Do you see?" Wutong