The starry sky was vast and boundless.
Stars were scattered all over the starry sky, densely packed and uncountable.
The first time he entered the starry sky, Tang Hao felt that it was vast, so vast that he could not see the end of it.
Thinking about it, it had already been half a month since he left Qiyuan. He had been flying forward and had reached quite a few planets.
Most of them were dead stars with no spirit Qi or life. Only a few of them had life, and a few of them even had civilizations.
However, none of these cultivation planets were like Qiyuan.
Tang Hao didn't have a star map, so he didn't know his destination. He could only fly aimlessly.
The astrolabe turned into a meteorite, flying through the vast starry sky.
Soon, he passed by another star.
It was a star that was completely sealed in ice and exuded a bone-chilling cold. There was no trace of life on it at all. It was a dead star.
