An endless ocean of subspace fragments, a vast expanse of white, as if the heavens and earth were shrouded in dense snowflakes, with fragments covering the sky, making it impossible to see one's fingers when stretched out.
Swish, swish.
In the snowflake-like space fragments, Minis and others were traveling in a special classical Immortal Palace.
In less than two or three years, as they converged from all directions, they gradually encountered other travelers along the way, and the others clearly saw them as well.
"Oh my god, what are you guys?!"
A primitive being that resembled a gorilla monkey slowly approached on a mechanical spaceship, emitting a consciousness wave that did not require language understanding, hitting straight to the soul's origin, excitedly saying, "Why is the shape of your spaceship so unique?"
"What?"
Minis and the others were startled, "Why is your style so off?"
