After the violent anger was vented, what was left was a deeper emptiness and extreme irritability. The rolling magma sea beneath his feet emitted scorching light and toxic gases, but for Xiao Han, this was just another poor environment that was polluted and no longer suitable for living. That damn ancient broadcast had been sent out, and staying here would only mean endless subsequent troubles.
Without any nostalgia, or even bothering to take another look at his "masterpiece", Xiao Han's figure soared into the sky, breaking through the atmosphere in an instant, and once again plunged into the cold and lonely space of the universe.
His Super-Senses scans the starry sky with unprecedented harsh standards, filtering out all galaxies that may have "potential noise": young, active stars don't want - flares and solar winds are unstable; old red giants don't want - the light energy is insufficient; those in the center of the star cluster - the gravitational environment is complex and there are too many neighbors; there is an asteroid belt (Asteroid Belt) or dense Nebula are not recommended - the risk of collision and interference is high; even galaxies with too many planets are disliked by him - the gravitational disturbance is annoying.
He needs a true cosmic desert, a dead and silent place where even time seems to have stopped.
This time the search was longer and more thorough than before. He passed through several spiral arms and passed through countless bustling or desolate star fields. His speed was so fast that even the deep space detectors of some advanced civilizations only had time to capture a vague energy trail, triggering a brief and uninterpretable alarm.
Finally, he found a target in a dark area at the edge of the intergalactic void with almost no interstellar matter.
A lonely red dwarf star that has entered its twilight years.
Its light is dim, deep red, not high in heat, but extremely stable, with almost no active flares or sunspot activity.
It has three planets, all of which are cold, dead, lifeless rock spheres with no atmosphere, no geological activity, and even the surface is covered with impact craters that have not been disturbed for hundreds of millions of years.
The most important thing is that this star field is astonishingly clean. There are no Asteroid Belt, no comets, and no Nebula. The nearest stars are also several light-years away, and the viewing angles almost overlap, reducing light pollution from other stars.
There are no civilization signals, no energy anomalies, and even the imprint of ancient whispers cannot be sensed.
Perfect.
Xiao Han flew straight to the red dwarf star and chose the planet closest to the star - a rocky planet that was tidally locked, with half of it eternally exposed to scorching daylight and the other half eternally exposed to icy night.
He landed near the boundary between light and dark, where the temperature is relatively suitable (for him). Under his feet are cold and hard rocks, covered with a layer of fine cosmic dust. The sky is Eternity dark red, and the huge, dark red sun occupies almost half of the sky, emitting constant but weak heat.
There is no wind, no sound, and no change in light. There is only Eternity's deep red, deathly silence.
The sunlight energy here is far less abundant than that of G-type stars, and the absorption efficiency is low, but it is absolutely stable and quiet.
Xiao Han found a relatively flat place, sat directly on the rock, leaned against the huge dark red sun, and entered the energy absorption state again.
Time passes slowly.
Days, weeks, maybe months.
There are no interruptions. There are no spaceships, no signals, no ruins, and no abnormal space fluctuations. Even the cosmic background radiation appears extremely low.
He finally got the ultimate peace he had dreamed of.
The irritability gradually subsided, the angry mood slowly subsided, and he turned back into the "stone" that only needed sunlight.
However, absolute silence itself is an ultimate sensory experience. When this experience becomes the only one and lasts for a long enough time, a new and deeper discomfort begins to quietly develop.
It was an... indescribable feeling of emptiness.
In the previous Earth, even though it was noisy, the surroundings were filled with various life activities, traces of civilization, energy fluctuations... Although those were "noises" that he was tired of, they were also proof of "existence".
But here, there is nothing.
Just himself, a dying star, and a few cold stones.
This complete, lifeless silence began to slowly penetrate into his consciousness like an invisible pressure.
He thought of those noisy bugs (Tony, Fury, etc.), those stupid imitators, those annoying prying eyes... even the cup of overly sweet ice cream and the stupid robot that delivered the food.
Those things that once bored him so much, now seemed to have a little more "life" in contrast to the absolute nothingness?
As soon as this idea appeared, he was immediately put to death.
Boring. Noisy is noisy, irrefutable.
But the feeling of emptiness brought about by nothingness lingers.
He found that his efficiency in "basking in the sun" was becoming less and less efficient. It was not because of lack of energy, but because his consciousness seemed to be unable to maintain that pure, thoughtless state of absorption for a long time.
There will always be a sense of inexplicable... dissatisfaction that even he cannot accurately describe? Or... boredom?
At this moment, his extremely keen senses captured an extremely distant but indeed existing... energy fluctuation.
The fluctuations did not come from this dead galaxy, but from a few light-years away, the star field with young stars that he had passed before. The fluctuations were very weak, and seemed to be ripples in space when some kind of super-light engine was started, and there was more than one, but many subtle ripples intertwined together.
Something is moving in that not-so-quiet star field. The scale seems to be quite small.
In the past, he would have immediately classified it as "noise" and felt bored.
But at this moment, surrounded by this deep red silence, that distant and weak "noise" was like a pebble thrown into the stagnant water, causing an extremely small... ripple in his ancient and unrippled consciousness?
He actually... subconsciously paid some attention and "listened" in that direction.
Although I still hate noise.
But the absolute silence seemed... more unbearable than expected.
He still sat there, motionless, like an eternal rock.
But some kind of change has quietly occurred deep in the place that he himself was not even aware of.
The deep red silence began to give birth to new restlessness.