At the end of the passage ahead, a relatively stable dark light spot, different from the chaotic turbulence, quickly enlarged!
exit!
A flash of molten gold appeared in Pei Du's eyes, and the gravitational thread suddenly tightened, pulling Xu Shuangyao's body closer! At the same time, his body covered with dark gold lines burst out with the final push, and like an arrow from a string, he rushed towards the dark light point!
call--!
A strong sense of spatial displacement came!
Cold, dead air filled with the smell of rusted metal and burnt energy overload rushed into my nostrils.
Pei Du, holding Xu Shuangyao, landed heavily on the cold, hard metal floor. His feet, covered in dark gold patterns, plowed two shallow marks on the metal floor.
They rushed out of the space channel!
What came into view was a huge, empty, and dead metal hall.
The hall's dome soared into the darkness, its end in sight. All around were cold, matte metal walls, covered in thick, broken pipes that had long ceased to flow, and exposed circuit boards that flickered with sparks from faults. The floor was covered in a thick layer of dust and fine metal shavings. The air was thin and cold, devoid of any trace of life.
In the center of the hall stood a massive, shattered platform, composed of countless twisted and broken restraint rings and energy conduits. Atop it lay a vast, dark red stain of dried, coagulated blood, along with shattered fragments of restraint suits that shimmered with a faint, blue light. This…was the metal platform forcibly stripped of its energy in the fragmented memory of the Source Key! It was the end of the escape route!
Pei Du's molten gold pupils swept across the silent ruins. This place had clearly been abandoned long ago, a marginal remnant of the vast structure of the "Cradle." The passage guided by the Source Key brought the memories and pain of her final moments back to where her nightmare began.
He looked down at Xu Shuangyao in his arms. She remained unconscious, her breath weak, and the golden flame mark between her brows showed no sign of responsiveness. The combined trauma of the forced spatial freezing and the backlash of her soul had plunged her into the deepest slumber. He had to find a safe place to heal her immediately.
Pei Du's hand, patterned with dark gold, gently brushed her cold cheek, feeling the faint yet resilient pulse of life. Deep within his molten-gold eyes, a cold fire burned silently. Yuan Yao's sacrifice, Xu Shuangyao's slumber, the wounds of the City of Thorns... all of this stemmed from that cold metal vortex—the "Cradle"!
He slowly raised his head, his molten golden gaze seemed to penetrate the cold metal walls of the abandoned hall, penetrate the endless cold deep space, and fixate on the coordinates of the rotating, all-devouring metal vortex!
The spark has been ignited.
The journey has no return.
The thorns point to nothing but...the destruction of the cradle!
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