Chapter 1085: A Lone Journey

It was a world of boundless darkness, barren and silent. Frank Yale stepped out through a glowing portal. The gloom before him was all too familiar. He had always approached these spatial black holes with a mix of respect and fear. That endless night hid too many unknowns, too much danger. "East," he murmured. Seventeen luminous spirit pearls flared to life and orbited around him, settling into the ancient pattern of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams. He had threaded a bit of his divine sense...