The star grew distant, its light vanished, and darkness surrounded him, without a sound. The ordinary monsters, such as Dai Xu and Half-Tail, had long since disappeared to who knew where. Presumably, they were far enough from the Spatial Fissure at the Heavenly Fire Industrial Base that they could not get over to trouble the fleet anytime soon.
The problem now was those dozen or so Mother Nests. In the Dark Matter Sea, they seemed capable of briefly passing through space. Their speed was clearly very slow, yet he found it difficult to shake them off. Or rather, before he had shaken them off for long, those Mother Nests would catch up again, as they had now.
The dark energy in the Dark Matter Sea was smaller than Blood Thumbs or spores, an existence like neutrinos. In principle, neither Ascension Ones nor monitoring equipment should have been able to detect it. Yet its cold, deathly aura, filled with a desire for destruction, gave it a palpable presence. Stirred by the Mother Nests' tentacles, it seemed to become a black wind, gently brushing his monk's robes.
The hems fluttered gently, gradually falling into tatters, like flowers in the process of withering.
Monk of Joy quietly gazed into the invisible world of darkness, raised his right hand, and slowly moved one prayer bead.
The movement seemed ordinary, yet it was rather like flicking a lighter. A crisp click seemed to sound in the vast, silent universe.
More than three hundred streams of golden flame shot from his body, passing through his ragged robes and instantly curling into a golden fireball in the weightless universe. It enveloped him, keeping out those dark breezes while burning to death the Blood Thumbs and spores hidden in the seams of his robes.
The dead Blood Thumbs