The World-Breaking Shuttle jolted violently through the chaotic spatial turbulence, like a lone boat caught in a raging storm.
Mo Jiang's gaunt fingers pressed tightly against the control runes, veins bulging as he completely fused his divine sense with the World-Breaking Shuttle.
He steered the silver-gray vessel as it weaved and leaped between destructive Energy Turbulence and randomly appearing spatial rifts.
Every perilous evasion made the shuttle groan under the strain.
The outside was no longer the familiar void, but a dazzling yet lethal storm of spatial energy.
Occasionally, they could see fragments of stars or the remains of strange creatures swept into it, only to be torn apart into the most basic energy particles in an instant.
Ming Xin sat cross-legged at the shuttle's core, his eyes closed as the Power of Reincarnation slowly circulated around him, healing the hidden injuries within him while he suppressed the Nirvana Crystal that had been stored in his small world with all his strength.
Even wrapped in the Power of Reincarnation, the crystal still emitted an icy, deathly will, constantly battering the seal in an attempt to corrode and assimilate his small world.
This was a slow, grinding task that required immense control and patience.
"Have we... shaken it off?"
About the time it took to burn an incense stick later, seeing that the spatial turbulence outside seemed to have weakened somewhat, Mo Jiang's hoarse voice rang out, carrying a trace of exhaustion.
Ming Xin slowly opened his eyes. Phantoms of Reincarnation flashed through them before vanishing as he said solemnly, "The abyss will's direct range of influence may be limited, but that feeling of being marked... has not completely disappeared."
His divine sense keenly detected that, somewhere unseen, an extremely obscure trace of Nirvana aura still clung to the World-Breaking Shuttle's