This is already a void.
Countless turbulence streaked through the darkness, collapsing into a depression.
It's like the canvas of the universe, bent into a large bowl.
Beyond, various places vaguely show signs of devastation, with broken weapons, ships, and blades floating in the void, stained with blood, conveying ancient desolation, yet here, there's nothing at all.
"Here, has nothing been able to remain?" Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, thinking that if Jiaxia died here, not even the bones would remain?
As he thought of this, Fu Qingjun continued to delve deeper, feeling the strong aura of the ancient ship.
He continued to sail on the ancient ship.
Even the immensely powerful Sixth Realm cosmic existence could be reduced to ashes here, but it could not damage the ancient ship in the slightest.
"This ancient ship is clearly full of scars and markings from blades, guns, and swords..." Fu Qingjun's expression remained calm, "yet, unexpectedly, it is indestructible."
