"You all go first, I will hold her off!" Fuxi decided instantly... his voice chilled the air. Shaohao and the others froze.

Seeing the unyielding look in his eyes, they wanted to say something, but the words caught in their throats, and in the end, they fell silent. All those present possessed immeasurable lifespans and had witnessed countless deadly perils. Naturally, at this critical juncture, they wouldn't waste time with sentimental chatter.

Thus, Shaohao and Emperor Yao did not linger, nodding solemnly. "Uncle, you must be careful!" "Hmph!" Fuxi waved his hand, moving in a flash to stand before the Bagua vessel. His imposing figure towered in the inky void, his gaze sweeping over the woman before him—her cheeks held a gentle smile, but her eyes were mesmerizingly strange.

"Flame God, Fickle. If my memory serves, you should be on your Abyss Star. How did you end up here?" Fickle lifted her slender fingers, tracing the corner of her mouth, a hint of allure in her movements.

Her smile deepened. "I recently heard that a large number of people were heading this way, so I came to welcome the guests. I didn't expect such luck today; I encountered six earlier—all of them had a fine flavor.

Now another group arrives." Fuxi’s heart sank, but his expression remained unchanged, cold. "Are you suggesting others have already passed through this safe passage before us?" "Naturally, they have." Fickle licked her lips, her eyes trailing up and down Fuxi’s form. She laughed playfully, like a child.

"Looking at you, your body seems much more exquisite than theirs." She blinked her large eyes, adopting an air of pure innocence. "Dear Uncle, won't you let me have you?" Even with Fuxi's immense self-control, his scalp tingled. He frowned and let out a cold snort.

"If you want to consume me, you lack the skill!" "Dear Uncle..." Fickle’s gaze turned pitiable, her eyes welling with tears, her voice laced with grievance. "Just let me eat you, please? Won't you?" Veins bulged on Fuxi’s forehead, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

Anger flared within him. Yet, Fickle’s tone suggested it would be his fault if she wasn't allowed to devour him. He sneered.

"I have no time to play games with you. If we fight, neither of us will gain an advantage. If you push me too far, I will self-detonate, and you will suffer grievous injury!" "You won't give me...?" Fickle lowered her head, murmuring to herself.

Fuxi sensed something amiss and stepped forward to shield the Bagua vessel. He felt the ship’s cosmic instantaneous shift preparing behind him, and tension coiled in his chest, fearful that Fickle might detect the anomaly. Just then, RUMBLE.

The surrounding space slowly began to collapse. Space currents and antimatter in the air grew intensely unstable. Cracks spiderwebbed outwards from Fickle’s form.

Her fiery red hair flew wildly backward, her eyes turned crimson, and the monstrous fangs protruding from her sweet, delicate lips revealed a savage grin. Her voice, once melodic, turned violent. "If you won't give yourself to me, then die!!" ROAR!

She let out a long howl toward the heavens, the sound wave tearing through the surrounding atmosphere and soaring upwards. In the vacuum of this "Abyss Star," the physical laws differed from the ancient worlds or Earth; it was not a true vacuum, allowing sound waves to propagate. In Fuxi's view, Fickle's body expanded rapidly.

Her previously petite and charming form shot upward in height, her skin thickening, flushed blood-red, like a raging, furious beast. Her exquisitely beautiful face morphed into a wolf’s head, covered in wild, crimson fur—she had become a fearsome, upright, fire-red beast! Fuxi was secretly alarmed.

From this crimson-furred beast before him, he felt waves of crisis that made his skin crawl. Whether it was tension or excitement, he couldn't tell. He had faced countless enemies in his long life, but since becoming one of the Three Sovereigns, he had never encountered a danger that felt so profound.

Without hesitation, he quickly drew the Bagua Mirror! CLANG! Blinding golden light enveloped the entire void.

The Bagua Mirror magnified thousands of times, hanging before him, shielding his entire body. Viewed from a distance, it resembled a golden sun in the darkness! "Hooowl!" Saliva dripped from the crimson wolf’s fangs, its savage eyes fixed fiercely on Fuxi.

Its form flickered, vanishing into thin air. BOOM! Fuxi’s pupils contracted.

Just as the crimson wolf disappeared, he swung the Bagua Mirror to block behind him. The entire mirror shuddered violently, the dense golden light upon it seemingly slapped away. The crimson wolf had reappeared behind him, its claws tearing at the mirror.

SCRAPE. A grating sound, like fingernails dragged across glass, echoed. The wolf's sharp claws did not bounce off the Bagua Mirror; instead, it dug in, tearing with pressure inch by inch.

Where they met, sparks flew, and a faint scratch mark was etched onto the mirror’s surface, while the wolf's claws seemed scorched by extreme heat, emitting wisps of smoke. Fuxi piloted the Bagua Mirror, retreating instantly after contact. Seeing the scratch mark, his heart pounded with shock.

For so many years, ever since his Bagua Mirror ascended to the level of a Supreme Dao Artifact, it had never sustained damage, rumored to reflect all harm short of a Heavenly Void Artifact! And yet, it had been scratched! "This...

how..." Fuxi's heart hammered, his eyes wide with astonishment. "What monstrous strength is this!!" The crimson wolf flashed forward, appearing directly in front of Fuxi, its razor-sharp claws sweeping down in a frenzy like a storm, causing the golden light of the Bagua Mirror to flicker precariously, as if it might be batted away at any moment. Fuxi retreated step by step.

He felt as if his chest had been struck by a massive hammer. His face flushed red, and the arms controlling the Bagua Mirror trembled violently, showing clear signs of severe exhaustion. Inside the Bagua vessel, those watching saw Fuxi struggling so much just to resist the crimson wolf.

They couldn't help but be inwardly shocked. Although they knew Fuxi hadn't unleashed his self-detonation secret techniques or utilized many of his true abilities, the mere fact that this creature could corner Fuxi so severely was already considered a miracle! Xiao Na, seated in the control room, stared anxiously at the energy and engine systems.

"Cai Mi, you must hold on. Just wait ten seconds more... that's all we need..." Ten seconds seemed brief, but to a powerhouse like Fuxi, it felt as long as ten hours.

In those ten seconds, they could circle the sun tens of thousands of times or exchange hundreds of thousands of blows! "Get lost!" Fuxi roared suddenly, his rage boiling over. His hair seemed to blaze, his eyes spitting fire as he glared at the crimson wolf.

The Bagua Mirror in his hand suddenly pulsed with searing light, forcing the wolf back a distance. He clenched his fist, the blood within him instantly boiling, his eyes shifting between the dual colors of the Yin-Yang Taiji symbol, rotating alternately. "Eight Trigrams Heavenly Art!" Fuxi slowly raised his hand, leaving trails of afterimages in his wake.

A brilliant light burst from his eyes. Black and white mystic patterns twisted across his skin, his aura expanding outward, tearing the surrounding space into jagged seams. WHOOSH!

He shot forward violently, carrying the Bagua Mirror, rocketing out like a cannonball toward the crimson wolf. Just as impact neared, the black and white mystic patterns on his body flared brightly, intertwining with the Bagua Mirror. The entire mirror hummed, its might soaring as it slammed heavily into the crimson wolf.

KABOOM!! The crimson wolf howled, its body thrown back thousands of feet, blood oozing from the corner of its mouth. Fuxi stumbled back a few steps, grasping the Bagua Mirror firmly in his hand.

He panted heavily, staring at the beast with a mixture of fury and astonishment. He hadn't expected this monster to only appear slightly injured after taking such a terrifying blow—and that strike was equivalent to the explosive power of an entire star! "I'm going to help!" Shaohao, inside the vessel, saw Fuxi at a disadvantage and suddenly gritted his teeth, moving toward the ship’s exit hatch.

"Shaohao!" Emperor Yao shouted. "You all go first!" Shaohao’s body carried a trace of grim determination and sacrificial valor as his large hand gripped the handle of the hatch. One step away, and he could enter the battlefield.

That single step was separated by a chasm as if between two worlds! Just as he took a deep breath, preparing to pull the hatch open in one burst and rush out to join the fray, a vast and mighty aura swept in from behind him, enveloping the entire ship. "What is this!" Shaohao’s body jolted, and he whipped around to look.

Everyone followed his gaze, their eyes fixing on a rest cabin within the vessel. CLICK. Under everyone's watch, the door of that rest cabin slowly opened, and two figures emerged gradually—a man and a woman.

Who else but Ye Chen and Bai Yijun? However, when Shaohao saw Ye Chen, his eyes widened in shock, as if facing a monstrous flood beast. His heart hammered uncontrollably, and an indescribable killing aura radiated from that figure.

This was a murderous aura he had never experienced! Even his cultivation in mental fortitude felt like a mouse facing a cat before this aura. His body hair involuntarily stood on end, his skin tightened, and his body automatically entered a state of high alert.

Ye Chen slowly turned his head, scanning the hall. It was a pair of eyes—clear, deep, and imbued with a detached indifference! Everyone’s heart involuntarily skipped a beat, feeling as if they were being scrutinized by a man-eating tiger!

Ye Chen’s gaze slowly lifted to observe the battle displayed on the viewport's capture screen. A streak of cold lightning flashed in his eyes. He flipped his hand, and a pyramid-like miniature mountain appeared in his palm.

"I'll go for a while," Ye Chen murmured softly. Bai Yijun stood beside him, nodding gently. "Be careful." Ye Chen dragged the tiny Heavenly Dao Pagoda mountain, walked to the ship's hatch, and stood beside Shaohao.

"I'm going to assist," he said, pulling the hatch open. A fierce gale blew in from outside. The structure of this universe was entirely different from primordial Earth; in space, there was no difference between the vacuum and the ground—air, sound, and powerful winds propagated freely.

Stepping out of the vessel, the miniature Heavenly Dao Mountain in Ye Chen's hand slowly enlarged, rapidly transforming into a Heavenly Dao Mecha. Its body, rendered in elegant silver curves, possessed a metallic physique that exuded an air of majestic and resolute power.