Lynn's gaze flickered.
He tapped his temple, gathering firstborn power in his eyes as he shifted his vision to the level of laws.
In an instant.
The densely interwoven chains of laws floating in the void appeared clearly before his eyes.
This time.
He chose the direction of the border again.
After making sure everything was correct, he took flight and resumed his journey.
He precisely tracked every stretch of distance at the level of laws.
After each period of travel, he precisely calculated the path he had taken.
And so.
He kept moving forward.
But after he had traveled another long distance, he abruptly stopped, his pupils contracting and his hair standing on end.
Because he had gone off course again!
Despite keeping precise track of every condition, the direction of his travel had once again deviated drastically.
Could space really have been distorted?
In some way I don't know about?
But this time, he refused to give in.
Instead, he decided to change direction. Rather than heading toward the border of the Main Universe, he traveled toward its central region, once again making precise calculations of his journey.
Time flew by.
And after he had traveled several hundred astronomical units and calculated his trajectory again, something terrifying happened.
"Nothing changed!"
Lynn's brows instantly knitted tight.
His journey had been perfectly accurate.
A flawless straight line. His course pointed precisely toward his intended coordinates.
But what kind of joke was this?
The same distance, even within the same region.
Yet whenever he headed toward the border, his trajectory would subtly shift, while everything remained accurate when he chose any other direction.
Where exactly was the problem?
Was it space, or...
But at that very instant, Lynn's pupils suddenly widened. As though something had abruptly occurred to him, he stopped