It was not falling, nor was it flying. It was being utterly torn apart, churned up, and then flung out at random.
That was Ming Xin's final sensation before losing consciousness. The instability of the "Phase Warp" core forcibly activated under overload by the guardian's Silver-white Mechanical Body far exceeded anything he had imagined.
It did not open a stable spatial passage. Instead, at the instant of energy eruption and structural collapse, it created an extremely brief yet incomparably violent miniature spatial turbulence vortex.
It brutally "sucked" Ming Xin and part of Rust Eater's remaining body within its range inside like trash, then instantly "spat" them toward an unknown fold of dimensions.
There was no direction, no protection—only the most primitive and utterly chaotic force of Space Law, like billions of invisible high-speed files, savagely grinding everything caught within it.
The dark-gold fragment's already near-collapsing structure suffered even more and deeper cracks in that environment, like glass thrown into a shredder.
Large chunks of dark gold matter peeled away like flaking wall paint, vaporized, and rapidly shrank in volume as their light completely died out.
It became a truly cracked "black remnant."
Only at its very core remained an exceedingly weak, nearly lifeless fluctuation of "key" frequency, like the last candle flame in the wind.
The fragments of "Ning Guang" attached to it, the true spirit spark of Shadowfiend, the Origin Light Dust, the Seeker's afterwave, and the rest—
were thoroughly scattered and concealed by the turbulent current. If they had not shared the most fundamental connection with Ming Xin's soul core, they would have nearly been completely erased.
Ming Xin's remnant soul suffered an even more terrifying impact. His soul, already severely wounded from forcibly guiding chaotic energy, was scoured by the spatial turbulence.
It was like being thrown