Oxygen silently thinned, each breath bringing a burning pain to the lungs. Icy cold seeped in from every direction, eroding what little body heat remained.
The wreckage of the Shadow-Crossing Shuttle slowly tumbled through absolute void like an abandoned coffin.
After sending the final message, Xuan's consciousness sank into a haze, his body curled up on the icy floor. Shadowweave tried to remain awake, but her vision had already blurred. She could only force herself onward through sheer will, refusing to fall completely asleep. Flame Calamity, Stoneforce, and Night Owl had long since lost consciousness, their vital signs as faint as candles flickering in the wind.
Neji stood at the damaged front end. Chaos True Essence circulated through his body with difficulty, forming an exceedingly thin inner cycle that barely sustained his most basic needs. His gaze pierced the cracks in the observation window, fixed firmly on the direction Xuan had indicated.
With the Divine Eye pushed to its limit, the outline of that distant nebula gradually became clear. It was no ordinary diffuse nebula, but a strange region of abnormal structure, composed of countless dim celestial bodies and belts of shattered matter. The faint signal source Xuan had detected was hidden deep within its core.
The signal fluctuations were extremely obscure, appearing and vanishing like the heartbeat of a dying man. The energy signature within did indeed resemble that of the Void Spirit Clan. Its cold, corrosive, greedy nature was almost identical. Yet it was also different—older, heavier, lacking some of the Void Spirit Clan's liveliness and cunning, while possessing more... deathly stillness and decay.
It did not resemble a living Void Spirit Clan settlement. Rather, it was like... the enormous remains of a Void Spirit Clan being, with only echoes of energy left after the passage of endless