The star-shuttle "Chasing Shadow" tore through the chaotic clouds of gas, plunging into the cold, starry sea. Behind it, the chaotic protective shield of the Water-blue Star, resembling the dawn of creation, shrank in the field of view into a warm, glazed bead. Ahead lay only eternal depth and dead silence. Jiang Feng sat cross-legged in the cabin, an elusive dark-golden radiance flowing around him—the chaotic astral fire refined by the stellar core furnace, dormant and settling within his newly born dao body. With every breath, he stirred ripples in the void, as if the stars were brightening and dimming in unison.
Chu Hanyue stood quietly beside the porthole, her white garments surpassing snow, her posture like a solitary pine on a cold peak, so pure and icy she seemed untouched by dust. The starlight flowing outside reflected in her Ice Crystal-like silver pupils, yet failed to warm them by even a fraction. At her fingertips, a wisp of pale-golden Ice Phoenix blood silently condensed, then quietly dissolved into the chill—the dao injury left by striking at her sword soul and forcing back the claws of the Shadow-corrosion, minute yet stubborn.
"The Buried Sword Star Abyss... how much further?" Her voice pierced the stagnant air inside the star-shuttle like an ice spring striking stone.
Chapter 823