In the vast and deep void, countless stars flickered, piecing together all kinds of strange patterns that were dazzling. From time to time, a few meteors would fly past, leaving a long trail.
After an unknown period of time, a grayish-white battleship with smooth lines suddenly appeared at the end of his field of vision. It was not fast and was even somewhat slow.
However, regardless of whether it was the hurricane or the turbulence, anything that approached the battleship would be forcefully repelled. It was simply inconceivable.
At this time, inside the battleship, Qin Jue had his hands behind his back. His heart was exceptionally calm as he looked at the vast void in front of him through the window.
Beside him, Old Mo was also focused on the void, trying to comprehend something.