"Stop the ship."
Chen Lin's voice abruptly exploded in Gu Yuan's sea of consciousness, utterly calm.
Gu Yuan still had both hands pressed against the formation eye. He froze, then looked back in astonishment. "What's wrong? The Blackwind Pass rendezvous point is right ahead. The spatial fluctuations match."
"That isn't Blackwind Pass." Without even lifting his eyelids, Chen Lin stamped his right foot against the deck.
Late Great Vehicle true dragon qi and blood surged along the deck, becoming an invisible shock wave that slammed into the enormous black spatial vortex ahead.
Crack-
It was like a mirror shattering.
Under the impact of his qi and blood, the enormous black-hole vortex that devoured everything collapsed with a roar, scattering into countless shattered flecks of light.
The dark-red starfield around them distorted violently, shedding its disguise to reveal a cold, stark reality.
What rendezvous point?
The ten flying boats were plunging headlong into an enormous cage in the starfield. Four towering black formation flags surrounded them, sealing every spatial node within a hundred thousand li.
Above the formation flags, two figures stood suspended in the void.
One fat, one thin.
The fat man wore golden robes, his face heavy with brutal folds of flesh. In his hand, he rolled two pallid bone beads refined from star cores. The thin man wore blood-red robes, and a strange, inverted vertical blood-red eye grew in the center of his forehead.
Neither deliberately released any pressure, yet the surrounding spatial law submitted to them of its own accord, forming visible rings of law ripples that ground the nearby interstellar dust into nothingness.
"Earth Immortals..."
Gu Yuan's voice trembled, his teeth chattering. He gripped his broken Horse-Cleaving Saber tightly, veins bulging on the backs of his hands and knuckles turning white.
The hundred veterans aboard the