Deep within the seventy-thousandth fold of the Youhuan Star Abyss, a ripple of space at Lin Moyu's fingertips brushed against an abnormal resistance. It was not a physical barrier, but rather the lingering trajectory of some ultimate, "dense" Dao Mark. Tracing the trace, he saw countless stardust and cosmic remnants being pulled by an invisible force, revolving at a constant angular velocity around a point in the void to form a gray asteroid ring a thousand miles in diameter.
At the center of the ring was no black hole, but a rugged, iron-colored crystal suspended in mid-air, its surface reflecting the cold light of the cosmos and casting the swirling stardust into strata profiles compressed over hundreds of millions of years. Lin Moyu flicked his sleeve, banishing the floating debris of stardust. The moment his sleeve-wind touched the crystal, thousands of sharp ridges suddenly bulged on its surface, their tips surging with a "mass" rule condensed to the absolute extreme, pressing the space into spiderweb-like indentations.
"Great Vehicle 'Banyue', Tuobaxiong." A heavy Dao tone like metal scraping came from inside the crystal, every syllable rattling the dust of the asteroid ring down in showers, "A space cultivator, yet you dare set foot in my mass-core territory." Lin Moyu pressed his right palm into the void, smoothing away the distorted spatial indentation with an invisible force: "The mass-core Dao domain turns stars into dust; I have come specifically to borrow a pat…
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