The light of the Subspace Teleportation faded, and Qin Feng materialized within a phantasmagorical Chaotic Star Realm.
This was the Taranis Vortex.
Cosmic dust and the remnants of shattered celestial bodies formed dazzling yet lethal nebulae.
Abandoned Interstellar Fortresses, like the skeletons of ancient beasts, floated silently in the darkness.
Occasionally, marauder ships emblazoned with menacing pirate insignias would streak past from behind distant Meteorite Belts, their long plasma tails exuding an aura of untamed anarchy.
A faint stench of blood, mixed with the tang of rusted metal and the taint of Spiritual Energy radiation, permeated the air.
Without a shred of hesitation, Qin Feng summoned a single-pilot assault craft from his Subspace Storage Unit. The vessel was pitch-black, its sleek lines embodying a violent aesthetic.
He sat in the cockpit, activated the wide-area life-detection radar, and his cold gaze swept across this vast and dangerous Star Realm.
