The fruit even Nebula craved

Traveling through the universe required planetary coordinates.

For one thing, they ensured an accurate destination.

Stars and planets were as countless as grains of sand in the universe. Without coordinates, finding one's destination was impossible.

Even "a tiny error leads a thousand miles astray" fell short of describing it. The slightest mistake could mean a discrepancy of a hundred light-years or more.

For another, they ensured safety.

If someone traveled blindly, the other end of the void might open into the heart of a star, a white dwarf, a neutron star, a pulsar, or even the graveyard of the universe—a black hole.

Even Apocalypse himself had no absolute confidence he could survive suddenly plunging into one.

Especially now that he had the Scarlet Witch, whose powers had yet to fully develop, with him.

Apocalypse did not know the location of Ego's Planet, home to Star-Lord's father, so he naturally could not go straight there.

He would go to Xandar first, contact the Guardians of the Galaxy, then head over.

As light flashed before Apocalypse and Wanda's eyes, a jumble of voices reached their ears.

They stepped out of the wormhole.

An open-air market appeared before them.

The market was so vast that its far edge was out of sight.

All sorts of strange alien species thronged the place, people and beasts coming and going in a bustling crowd.

Aside from a dozen or so strictly designated lanes reserved for vehicles and shuttles, the other areas seemed fairly unregulated.

Anyone who found an empty spot could set up shop.

Many odd-looking aliens simply landed their ships, occupied a patch of ground, and started selling their goods.

Some sold secondhand goods, some sold various technological products, and others sold fruits and vegetables unique to other planets. There were even slaves for sale.