Chronicles Of The Shura Clan Chapter 282
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Time quickly flew by and in the blink of an eye, three months have passed since the birth of the new Primordial Shura, Akasha.
Over the past three months, Akasha was able to quickly get acquainted with the other Primordial Shuras.
Because she possessed both Dark and Holy power, she was able to get along with both the Dark and Light Primordial Shura.
At the same time, whether it was Fang Lan, Hu'er, Azure, and the other Primordial Shura, they all mostly spent their time within Akasha's Spiritual World during the past three months.
Furthermore, with the help of Akasha, they were also able to create their own personal floating islands in which they built their own private palace.
Whether it was Fang Lan, Azure, Hu'er, and the Dark and Light Primordial Shuras, they each had their own base and palace within the Akasha Spiritual Word where they spent most of their time.
Moreover, each one of their bases was unique and different from another. For example, Ling Bing's floating island was entirely made of ice including her Ice crystal palace.
Meanwhile, Sachael's floating island was a small aquatic realm with a magnificent ocean spanned for as far as the eyes could see. Unlike Ling Bing, his palace was underwater.
In short, each one of them created their floating islands and built their private palace based on their elemental powers which were unique to them.
They even brought their subordinates with them. Unlike before, the Akasha Spiritual World was now bustling with activities and had over six hundred residents. Even Ling Chen had his own private palace and floating island which he had built personally.
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"We finally made it to the entrance of the 9th Extreme Void Belt." Blurted out Ling Chen with a solemn expression on his face as he stood within the control room of the Dark Pegasus battleship while looking at the scene ahead of him.
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Behind him was Azure, Hu'er, and the other Dark and Light Primordial Shura. They all had the same solemn and serious expression on their faces as they were looking at the scene ahead of them as well.
A few dozens of kilometers away from them was what appeared to be a giant black hole that resembled an ancient beast opening its jaws, a beast capable of devouring anything, even time and space.
During his travel throughout the nameless galaxy, Ling Chen had encountered and saw many black holes.
However, this giant black hole ahead of them was the largest and biggest one he has ever seen. Its size was beyond imagination.
It was so large that it could devour several hundred planets together at the same time within a second.
Furthermore, despite being dozens of kilometers away from it, Ling Chen and the others could still feel its terrifying suction force which was trying to pull and drag down the Dark Pegasus battleship within its mouth which was like the maw of a monster.
"Young master, are you sure that's the entrance of the 9th Extreme Void Belt?" Suddenly asked Fang Lan with a confused and frightened expression on his face.
This terrifying black hole didn't look like an entrance of the 9th Extreme Void Belt at all but more like the giant maw of a monster or the gate of hell.
Meanwhile, the mighty suction force of the black hole was trying to frantically pull them down towards its jaw to swallow them whole.
Even though Ling Lei and the others didn't say anything, they were also a little worried as they were facing this giant black hole ahead of them as well.
"Don't worry, this is nothing but a spatial vortex and also one of the entrances of the 9th Extreme Void Belt. It's not a real black hole." Nonchalantly answered Ling Chen.
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There were also many of such spatial vortex within the 9th Extreme Void Belt. They looked like black holes but aren't real black holes.
Each one of them was a passageway linking two points in space. Normally, it would take years to travel through the exit of the 9th Extreme Void Belt from the entrance.
However, through the spatial vortexes, distant spaces could be connected which shortened the distance by several times.
Nonetheless, it was still very dangerous as one had to know which spatial vortex to take as well as being able to differentiate spatial vortex from real black holes.
Luckily, the Great Luo Martial God had made a map using some of the spatial vortexes in the 9th and even the 8th Extreme Void Belt, otherwise, Ling Chen wouldn't have known which spatial vortex to use or how to even cross the 9th Extreme Void Belt."
"Anyway, the real danger is inside the 9th Extreme Void Belt. Before we enter the spatial vortex, we have to plan everything."
"Freya, once we enter the 9th Extreme Void Belt, I want you and the other Light Primordial Shura to stay within the spaceship and blast any void beasts that approach the Dark Pegasus."Ordered Ling Chen.
"Yes, Divine Father." Simultaneously answered Freya and the other Light Primordial Shura.
"As for Azure, Hu'er, Fang Lan, and the other Dark Primordial Shura, you will follow me outside to hunt the void beasts that the battleship's cannons wouldn't be able to reach."
"At the same time, we will also take the opportunity to quickly increase our strength before we enter the 8th Ring of the Chaos Universe." Ling Chen added.
"Yes, Divine Father." Simultaneously answered Ling Lei and the other Dark Primordial Shura.
After explaining everything to Ling Lei and the others, Ling Chen controlled the Dark Pegasus battleship and flew straight towards the spatial vortex.
Swoosh!
The moment they got closer to the spatial vortex, the Dark Pegasus battleship suddenly disappeared as it was instantly swallowed by the terrifying suction force of the spatial vortex.
At the same time, before Ling Chen and the others could even blink, they suddenly found themselves in a totally different space. It was as if they were teleported there.
Looking at their surroundings from the control room of the Dark Pegasus battleship, even the usually calm Ling Chen had a serious expression on his face, let alone the others.
"It seems like the 9th Extreme Void Belt is more dangerous than I thought." Coldly uttered Ling Chen with a solemn expression on his face as he was looking at the terrifying sight ahead of him.
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