As they delved deeper into the Stellar Formation Plane, the stars seemed to grow brighter, the void darker. The very fabric of space felt different here, charged with an ancient power that sent shivers down Yin Luxin's spine.
Suddenly, Zhao Tinhao froze mid-flight. His body began to tremble uncontrollably, eyes wide with terror. Every instinct in his being screamed of imminent danger – a threat so overwhelming that it paralyzed him completely.
Yin Luxin wasn't faring much better. The oppressive aura that had stopped Zhao Tinhao in his tracks wrapped around her soul like an icy fist, squeezing the very breath from her lungs.
Zhao Tinhao managed to force words past his fear-clenched throat. "Si-Sir, this-this is-"
"An invisible barrier left behind by some old half-step God Emperor expert," Cain interrupted, his tone casual as if discussing the weather.