Having left Wan Ye Rong's majestic field of life force, the surrounding starry sky swiftly became dim and deathly still.
The closer they drew to the Withered Star Corridor, the heavier the sense of decay became—of all things withering and laws collapsing.
It was as though an invisible maw had swallowed all the light, warmth, and hope in this starfield.
Ming Xin still strolled through the void, his steps unhurried, as if the drastic changes in the surroundings had nothing to do with him.
Ying Sha had completely merged into the darkness of the background. If not for the subtle spiritual connection between him and Ming Xin, he would have been almost impossible to detect.
His Shadow Power was perfectly suited to this place. The shattered stellar wreckage and twisted folds of space all became his finest cover.
Ahead, the so-called Withered Star Corridor gradually revealed its savage entirety.
It was not a true corridor, but a vast, boundless region of death formed from countless stellar wrecks.
Shattered star cores, torn continental fragments, solidified magma seas, and all manner of bizarre warship debris floated through the void like garbage, colliding with one another.
They produced dull echoes like funeral bells. The colors here were monotonous and gray, with only the occasional eerie glow of radioactive matter adorning this eternal graveyard.
Even more terrifyingly, countless thick, dark purple Star Devouring Vines sprawled among the stellar graves!
Like the veins and nerves of this land of death, they pulsed slowly yet powerfully. The suckers along their vines opened and closed from time to time, drawing out the last traces of energy and matter from the wreckage.
Some of the fresher wrecks were densely covered in vines, being rapidly broken down and devoured.
The air was permeated with a nauseating spiritual contamination, mixed