Chen Ya turned to look as fast as he could, watching that white line pass through more than a thousand warships and vanish into the far reaches of the universe.
By the time the other Immortals reacted and looked that way, they caught only a lingering segment of the white line.
They remained silent, unable to dispel the shock in their hearts for a long time.
What kind of speed was that?
And Her Majesty had actually fled?
Unable to suppress his intense bewilderment, an Immortal asked, "Wouldn't the human inside that block of ice be reduced to fragments? However fast Her Majesty flies, how far can she go without a nuclear reactor? Aren't they afraid of getting lost in deep space?"
"She doesn't need energy, and she doesn't need to approach celestial bodies," Chen Ya said expressionlessly.
"Negative entropy is only a hypothesis, even a fantasy. Can it actually be real?" a black-clad Yaoxian said, his voice trembling slightly. "If that's really the case, she only needs to remain in the universe to grow stronger and stronger. How could humanity ever escape her rule?"
Chen Ya did not answer that question, because he could not.
Outer space beyond the Jialei Passage was utterly quiet.
The thousand-odd warships and that solitary transfer station made no sound.
Those warships and the six Immortals had come here to surround and kill the Snow Nation Queen and capture Jing Jiu. However one looked at it, this should have been a grand, sweeping battle, bloody and tragic. Who could have known it would end so abruptly, in such emptiness?
It was like stepping into empty air, like biting into something with no filling, like reaching the end of the Great Dao only to return to the beginning, like reading a story to the end