Every star system had its own sun.
This sun was in an absolutely quiescent period, much gentler than other stars.
But it was a star, after all, radiating boundless light and heat, dangerous to any form of life.
The ring on Jing Jiu's finger glowed blue, presumably some kind of formation helping it withstand the terrifying heat.
The black backpack was far away in space, difficult to spot.
Several talisman runes were stuck to it, bearing Jing Jiu's handwriting. It was somewhat scrawled, but worked well.
The nuclear reactor reduced through ultrafine particle miniaturization was in the backpack, along with his clothes and the communications relay station.
Even the quietest star emitted vast amounts of radiation at every moment, and maintaining good communications in a world filled with plasma was extremely difficult. Shen Yunmai's voice grew increasingly broken. Jing Jiu shut off communications and looked again at the sun before him, his normally tranquil eyes becoming exceptionally bright.
It was as though countless streaks of sword light were meeting and colliding within them.
The surface temperature of this sun was roughly six thousand degrees, which affected his body somewhat, but remained tolerable. By contrast, the final stretch of his journey to the surface had been more dangerous. The corona, reaching tens of thousands or even millions of degrees, was like countless blades of the sharpest light, quite capable of shattering his sword intent. Fortunately, those high-speed particles it ejected were extremely sparse, and he had already used his clearance to obtain comprehensive scan data on this star. With a clear understanding of its heat distribution, he had planned his route accordingly.
Ever since ascending from the Chaotian Continent and coming to this universe, he had wanted to do this. He had simply lacked much of the crucial information, so he