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Moving further ahead, one gradually enters the influence range of the large cavity.

Physics is gradually becoming distorted, space is beginning to collapse, and even the slightest progress could lead to unimaginable disasters.

Even though martyrs had paved the way ahead, dangers still lurked everywhere.

As for Xue Lude, who shared the first-person perspective with Yishan, he had already recognized the place.

Yes, this place also exists in later generations, and if the interstellar column is willing to search, it may even be possible to find traces left by these expeditions here.

In later generations, this place was called "subspace"!
A region where the laws of physics are completely different from those of the real universe, yet closely related to them.

Even in later generations, the subspace was a realm that only those above the quasi-5th rank began to explore. Countless powerful individuals sought their bases in the subspace, implemented certain technologies, or simply amassed treasures there.

However, that's basically an attempt that only those at or above level 5 dare to make.

Because in his time, magic and psychic powers were already widespread.

But in this era... there is no magic or psychic power!

In this era, everyone, regardless of who they are or what race they are, relies on their own strength. At most, some races may store specific chemical energy or radiation in their bodies as a special energy source or means of attack.

However, they did not possess the magic of later generations, nor the spiritual power of the King.

Apart from the newly discovered special product, Magic Essence, they were essentially a group of Tier 0 individuals, piloting their spaceship into the subspace and intending to fly all the way to the edge of the subspace to complete the final beacon placement.

Even 40 billion years later, only two people will be able to enter the end of the subspace: one is the Mimic King, and the other is Hassan.

Even with these two, the Mimic King only dared to send the Evil Eye to accompany them, while Hassan remained forever at the edge of the warp.

Without the protection of authority or magic, they simply piloted their starships and used transport aircraft as scouts, slowly advancing through the area.

Perhaps at this moment, Xue's Law has a deeper understanding of this path.

……

There are still 134 Fireseed ships remaining...

Meanwhile, on the starship...

Things seem to have been arranged in this way for the time being.

The rescue aircraft led the way, with the starships following closely behind.

Whether it was good luck or because Expedition 8 had already traversed all the pits here, following in the footsteps of Expedition 8, they actually found this beacon point smoothly without encountering any danger along the way.

"I'm almost done with my mission here, it's your turn for the next leg, Bone Dragon, are you up to it?" The voice came through the communicator, and it seemed to be the liar monster's mocking laughter.

"I am the immortal Dragon King. Even if any of you die, I might still survive." The bone dragon said blankly, already preparing to take over the next shift.

He was the most resilient member of the team; as long as one bone of his remained intact, he could continue to live.

He didn't know why he had this ability. According to the current classification of races in the universe, he did not belong to carbon-based life forms, but rather to a special energy life form. However, his energy life form had to rely on his own skeleton.

Perhaps the universe is truly vast and full of wonders. For example, one of the members of my team is a ghost, a creature that is said to be able to attach itself to any living being.

The bone dragon sighed in this way.

If he had been the one piloting the reconnaissance aircraft with the Dark Elf Karl, he would have been able to withstand even the spatial turbulence that had cleaved him in half.

"My mission is complete, time to switch!" the Liar's voice rang out from the communicator.

The transport aircraft is being prepared for recovery operations. It will also be refueled and replaced with a brand new transport aircraft.

"I'm all ready." The bone dragon compressed its bones, making them more compact so it could smoothly enter the cabin.

"If, and I mean if, the Great Hollow Disaster is resolved and we are still alive by chance, what are your dreams?" The voice of the Liar Monster, full of emotion, came through the communicator.

"Me?" the bone dragon replied, puzzled.

"Yeah, I want to take over a planet and transform it into a world where the use of force is prohibited and only games determine victory or defeat. That would be so much fun," the Liar exclaimed. "If we manage to get back, the United Front's subsidies should be enough for me to take over a planet, right?"

“I see…” the bone dragon sighed. “Then I want to split myself into countless fragments, each one being myself, yet not myself. Each fragment will become a complete individual, and then experience a magnificent life. When the countless versions of myself come together, that will probably be when I understand the direction of my future.”

The bone dragon's hoarse voice rang out in the communicator.

"Oh, bro, that's a really weird idea!"

"Same to you, your thoughts are just as good."

The two seemed to be mocking each other, but at the last moment, the Bone Dragon hesitated for a moment and left a piece of its skeleton in the starship.

For him, his consciousness could transfer into any fragment; every bone was himself, if he so desired.

It has a structure that resembles some kind of jellyfish, so people of other races have always found its life structure to be very peculiar.

The transport aircraft begin the handover process; the starship will recover the previous spacecraft and then launch a new one.

During this time, the starship dared not proceed further. Although it had not encountered any danger in the past day or so, the gravity and physical laws here were too chaotic, and no one dared to gamble.

If a starship were to enter a dangerous situation, then most of the people on board would likely not survive.

In their view, they were the last hope.

"Four days' journey to go, dawn is approaching!"

“Dawn is coming…” the bone dragon said.

Just then, a silent pulsation occurred at the edge of the great void, and an invisible suction force swept in.

This means the large cavity continues to expand!
"Damn, damn!"

The carrier aircraft was the first to be hit; he did not struggle at all, but instead used up his last bit of time.

"Hurry up... turn right!" These were his last words.

He was swept away by an invisible wave and disappeared into the absolute void, but the starship escaped the disaster thanks to the warning.

However, no one was happy.

The chaos, disorder, and unexpected events completely ignited everyone's uncontrollable anger.

Even if a teammate who was just chatting suddenly dies, there's nothing they can do.

"I'll lead the way from now on. I'm an immortal monster, so don't get involved," the bone dragon's voice suddenly rang out.

That voice might have been hoarse and numb.

The voyage continued, and despair deepened. The wreckage of Expedition 8 was even more horrific, the entire ship torn into pieces. After a brief rest and repairs, the crew set sail again.

As the recorder, Ishan found the logbook left by Expedition 8.

"We've taken another step forward, which is great news. It's just a pity that the gravity ahead is too chaotic. Is this the Great Void? I don't know how we can take another step forward."

"Perhaps we can use the power of magic to counteract the abnormal gravity? But we don't have time to try; it looks like we're about to crash. Future generations can try to find more clues on our bodies. —Willie, Recorder of Expedition 8"

This seems to be a very optimistic predecessor. He was able to write such a record even when he was about to crash, and he preserved the record very well. Even though the ship was in pieces, Ishan still managed to find the log.

Perhaps. A recorder like him is the normal one. After all, here, death could happen at any moment, or even that the next step he takes could be torn to pieces by the shattered space.

From this point onward, when they looked up, they could no longer see any light, only an endless void.

They were incredibly close to the Great Hollow.

……

The information that there might be a chaotic gravitational field ahead, and that magic essence might be effective, was still shared.

The only magic device in the entire team is the magic beacon kept by the catfish agent, which is stored in a huge metal container and is very well preserved.

In reality, only the beacon is important; the overflowing magic energy is even a deadly poison to them.

During their rest period, the group collected a small amount of the overflowing magic essence, diluted it, and applied it to the nose area of ​​the starship and transport plane.

Although they only applied a little, they did it with the idea that regardless of whether it would work or not, they would at least have a slight belief in it.

It's more like hanging a blessed talisman obtained from a temple at the door for psychological comfort.

Just like they still carry Little Fugg's amulet, and even when they are nervous, they will reach out and touch the amulet to reassure themselves.

After a short rest, the group set off again.

From this point on, they could no longer see any light ahead and had completely entered the "dark zone".

In later generations, this place will be named "the depths of the subspace".

The transport planes led the way, followed closely by the starships, as they swiftly traversed the gravitational chaos zone.

Perhaps it was good luck, or perhaps it was the effect of the magic paint, but despite several near-death experiences in the gravity chaos zone, they still managed to get through.

They all thought that the martyrs who were able to get here before must not have had such a difficult journey as they did.

After all, the Great Hollow wasn't nearly as big back then. Compared to when Expedition 1 set off, the Great Hollow that Expedition 13 is facing now is almost twice as big.

This is why the path that many predecessors were able to traverse smoothly was also the one that they faced with such difficulty.

However, the transport ship piloted by the bone dragon quickly found the turbulence and was pulled away uncontrollably towards the large cavity.

"What happened! Get out, get out quickly!" Domini's voice rang out immediately.

"Don't worry, I left a bone on the starship, I'm immortal." The bone dragon's voice came, though somewhat chaotic, he wasn't very anxious.

"I will stay here and use my life to explore the road ahead for you. As long as you protect the bone I left behind, there shouldn't be any major problems," he continued, or rather, he had long been prepared to use his own life to test the way to a more distant future.

After all, he was immortal.

Suddenly, however, came a series of intermittent, astonished murmurs through the communication channel.

"It...is...breaking me down..."

"It...is...devouring...me..."

"What happened? What is it?" Domini's voice came through, but there was no response.

It was not a powerful attack, but an absolute "zeroing" effect, slowly and irresistibly stripping away the existence of the bone dragon's skeleton, starting from every basic particle and energy.

His immortality becomes a laughable joke in the face of "non-existence".

Even the bones left in the starship were watched by others as they were gradually dismantled and stretched like a weathered sandcastle, eventually turning into the most basic stream of particles and returning to nothingness.

His immortality, which he was so proud of, and his peculiar life form were completely crushed in this area that defied the laws of physics.

Once again, everyone on the starship fell completely silent.

……

The continuous sacrifices demoralized the team.

The starship even stopped here, as if it dared not move forward at all.

Currently, it seems that every advance requires the use of transport aircraft to scout ahead, and starships only dare to proceed on roads scouted by transport aircraft.

However, two of them had already sacrificed themselves while scouting the way, and even the strongest and most unique bone dragon among them could not survive.

“I’ll scout ahead for the next step,” Domini the Tree Man said directly.

“Let’s try a different approach. Since exploring the path comes at too high a price, let’s try to find patterns through observation and calculation, and then move forward,” said the prince of the Strange-Eyed Clan.

They are a very peculiar race; their entire head is a giant eyeball, and it seems as if all their organs exist solely to power that giant eye.

He then added, "I'm not against scouting. As a lookout, I think this method is acceptable. It would greatly increase safety, even for the navigator. It just would slow us down."

The others didn't have any good suggestions either. All the special training they had undergone since arriving here was just to ensure they could persevere until now. If they wanted to move forward, they might have to rely on luck or try various other methods.

The navigator took off again, and the prince of the Strange-Eyed Clan decided to ensure its safety through observation and calculation.

And Yishan silently fulfilled his duties as a recorder.

"It's the fourth day now, and three people have already sacrificed their lives. We don't know how much longer we can hold on. Maybe we can reach our destination, or maybe we can only hold on for a few more days."

"Qiyan proposed relying on observation and calculation to ensure the safety of the navigator, and I hope he can succeed."

"I don't know who will be next to die, my friend Domini, or someone else, or even me. Can we really succeed?"

"Dawn is coming, but let's hope no more people will perish. Wish us luck."

After finishing writing this entry, Ishan silently clutched the amulet in her hand.

Far away in a star field countless light-years away, Fug also gripped the amulet in his hand.

"Let's go home, Dad." (End of Chapter)