The fragment of cloth within his body still showed no reaction.
But the azure gleam reacted faintly.
Though the reaction was exceedingly weak, Xu Zimo's senses detected it at once.
He frowned slightly.
The azure gleam had lain dormant for so long, yet it reacted at this particular moment.
Could it have been stimulated by something?
But Xu Zimo had not come into contact with anything special.
Then what had stirred the azure gleam?
Moreover, after being stimulated, the azure gleam quickly returned to stillness.
No matter how Xu Zimo tried to test it again, it remained utterly unresponsive.
Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.
He had never understood the purpose of this fragment of cloth and the azure gleam.
Yet he had an indistinct intuition.
These two items definitely had extraordinary origins.
Perhaps their secrets would be uncovered in the future.
But what Xu Zimo did not know was that, in a distant corner of the universe,
there were countless cosmic black holes and cosmic storms.
Even the mightiest beings who came here would generally perish, their lives and Dao extinguished.
For the cosmic black holes and cosmic black holes here were enough to slaughter any Enlightenment Realm expert.
Yet one race feared none of them.
They had lived here for generation after generation.
Drifting between black holes and storms, they remained entirely unaffected.
Like mist among the mountains, they existed only in legends.
And their legend had been passed down through the generations, never vanishing from the universe.
They were unknown to the world, yet incomparably mysterious.
The universe was boundless. No one knew just how vast its expanse truly was.
Even now, the entire universe had not yet been fully explored.
But according to what powerful beings throughout the ages had discovered,
the space inhabited by living