The star shuttle, like a silver needle plunged into a pool of ink, was utterly swallowed by the thick, impenetrable darkness and dead silence of the Primordial Dao Field. Outside the cabin lay no familiar starry sky, but rather a bizarre, grotesque cosmic graveyard steeped in ultimate nothingness.
Colossal stellar remnants drifted silently, resembling bones gnawed clean by primordial beasts, their surfaces caked with heavy cosmic dust and frozen metallic frost. Shattered continental plates were twisted and distorted, preserving the frozen traces of fierce battles from millions of years ago, while fractured mountain ranges pierced the gloom like the spines of giant dragons.
Further away, the bizarrely shaped, faint yet heart-palpitating corpses of ancient immortals floated like forgotten tombstones amidst slowly rotating spatial turbulence. The spatial structure was as fragile as a spiderweb, with fine black cracks flickering in and out of existence, greedily devouring all light and energy that ventured close.
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