The roars coming from the starry sky weren't deafening, but they carried an ancient and distant feeling. Yang Zhen and Han Yan'er exchanged a glance, both sensing an air of desolation.
It was as if an ancient starry behemoth had been roaming the endless cosmos for tens of thousands of years, that ancient aura fully arousing Yang Zhen's interest.
They continued towards the source of the sound, witnessing a variety of stars along the way—seemingly within reach, yet untouchable.
Yang Zhen had tested, and even the planets that seemed close enough to touch could be passed through directly without any obstruction, let alone touching anything.
This starry world did not exist in reality, which is to say, the fierce beast nearby might also not be truly real.
Yang Zhen didn't know what kind of world this was, but the cheap cat's words still echoed in his ears. It was clear that he and Han Yan'er were trapped in this starry world.
