Just as Deathstroke had expected, it was an incredibly long journey. Days passed one after another, yet beneath the spacecraft still stretched an endless white sea of sand.
If they could not see the dunes moving, everyone would have suspected they had never moved at all.
The unknown regions of the Omniverse were simply too vast. The town where the Beyonders lived had long vanished from sight. They knew of many multiverses, but compared to the entire Omniverse, they were merely a drop in the ocean.
On the first day, everyone ate, drank, slept, played mahjong, and played video games in the lounge.
On the second day, Su Ming went to chat with the Nuwali, taking Little Rich and Doom to tour their spacecraft technology before continuing another segment of Ten Thousand Years of Solitude.
On the third day, the group went to inspect the Synthezoid army that had entered the Beyond Realm with the ship. Wanda checked once more to confirm whether these new models, with kidneys in their bellies, could operate normally.
On the fourth day, everyone had nothing to do, so they returned to the lounge and played around for the entire day.
On the fifth day, they played.
On the sixth day, they slept.
On the seventh day.
The Sorcerer Supreme stood beside the several-hundred-square-meter floor-to-ceiling porthole early in the morning, muttering that it had better not be today. But things developed in precisely the wrong direction. A few hours later, everyone saw an icy planet on the horizon through the porthole.
It had not landed. Instead, it hovered above the white desert in a strange state, giving off wisps of cold air.
Above it were white clouds, and below it was white sand. It looked like a scoop of ice cream sandwiched between two slices