Chapter 1617

Not only were Anthony and the others shocked, even the Ancient Man Snake was bewildered: "You ran? Why did you run?"

"Why wouldn't I run?" the Star Migrator replied calmly, the hard shell on his body rising again, covering the light on his body while simultaneously absorbing the surrounding starlight.

The starlight flickering in the void contained a vast amount of information, just as in a dark forest, every cry of a wild beast or bird carries different information, and starlight is even richer—the brilliant flash from the explosion of a godstar can last for hundreds of years, and any godstar can discern the cause of its explosion through these lights.

But as the Star Migrator began receiving the information, his heart suddenly sank, for the starlight throughout the void seemed somewhat abnormal, like the mournful cries of wild beasts in a dark forest.

If in a forest, mournful cries came from all directions, then that forest must be unsafe.

"Why did you run? You had no intention to run at all, why did you run? You even concealed it from me?" the Ancient Man Snake exclaimed in shock.

It was only now that it discovered this Star Migrator's thoughts were hidden so deeply; it had dwelled within the other's body for over ten years, yet had never heard the slightest hint of an escape intention, not a trace—this capacity for endurance was terrifying.

The Star Migrator said calmly: "Why prepare? When the opportunity comes, just seize it. The Boundless Wall is just a wall—once crossed, what fear is there that they could catch up? I am a Star Migrator; without godstars, what meaning does my existence have?"

"Just because of that? Just because there are no godstars in the Boundless Realm, so you ran?" the Ancient Man Snake asked, bewildered.

"Of course, I exhausted every means to escape the Star Migrator squad, slept for hundreds of millions of years, originally thinking the Boundless Realm would be my territory thereafter, never expecting to encounter these fellows more troublesome than my former companions, who have already claimed the Boundless Realm as their territory and won't let me cause trouble there—better to come here, though this place seems even less safe." the Star Migrator said.

"Didn't Fort Gammez say the outside is very dangerous? Things like spacetime ancient dragons, extradimensional wraiths, and the like—you didn't take any of it in?" the Ancient Man Snake asked, puzzled.

The Star Migrator said: "These remote godstars always like to exaggerate; I thought they were just boasting again, never expecting it might be true—I've already captured the light of no fewer than twelve godstars that died in explosion."

The Star Migrator had slept for tens of millions of years, enduring until the Boundless Realm became a desolate vast hollow—how could he easily believe the words of Fort Gammez, a godstar that has never even ventured outside? He would trust the dark stars' words even less; in the end, only what he saw with his own eyes would do.

Now having seen it with his own eyes, the Star Migrator believed it, but there was no regret medicine left to take—he could only, like in the Boundless Realm, find a place to endure, then seek out some dark stars, form his own Star Migrator squad, a squad entirely under his control.

"But before that, I must first cleanse the pollution source—Seraphim Luna, will you come out yourself, or shall I disperse you?" the Star Migrator's voice rumbled within his own body.

Luna hadn't expected to still have her own affairs; hearing this, she said: "What difference does it make?"

"If you come out yourself, submitting to me as your lord, I can preserve your consciousness, and later you will pollute other godstars for me; if I disperse you, then your consciousness will be utterly obliterated." the Star Migrator said.

Luna laughed: "Your words are contradictory—if you can disperse me, how could I pollute other godstars for you? Other godstars could just as easily disperse me."

The Star Migrator pondered for a long while, then said: "Because dispersing you still incurs great loss—such massive loss would threaten many."

Luna said calmly: "You can try—if you really can disperse me, I will willingly submit to you as my lord."

The Star Migrator sighed helplessly, one hard plate after another rising, accompanied by vast stellar flames, soon forming another core outside his true body, then vast stellar flames surged toward the new core, leaving only an energy channel connecting them.

This was one of Anthony's envisioned methods for dispersing fallen angels—unexpectedly, the Star Migrator had thought of it himself; in this situation, if Luna also wished to go to the new core, she would need to pass through the energy channel between them.

The energy channel is very narrow—if Luna passes through here, whether she is bound or abandoned, it would be easy; if she does not transfer to the new core, the continual shifting of stellar flames will eventually leave the old shell shrunk to a few hundredths of its size, unable to resist the soul's locking.

But after the Star Migrator painstakingly moved half of the stellar flames, Luna then laughed and said: "I and my lord share a soul bond—you know why, upon coming here, I have not dissipated?"

As Luna uttered the words "soul bond," the Star Migrator's heart and spirit were greatly startled, and he swiftly scanned his surroundings: "Where? Where? Does your master star also have thought nodes in the outside world?"

"Hehe, it's here already—Lord Anthony truly has poor taste." Luna laughed.

As her words fell, Anthony's voice came from afar: "Who would have thought? Who would have thought? From the moment we met, you've been scheming and waiting for an opportunity—and you really did wait for it. But do you think, if in the outside world we had no means to restrain you, we would truly allow you to build a Star Migrator squad?"

With Anthony's words, the starlight ahead suddenly dimmed slightly, as if a shadow were moving over, shielding part of the starlight.

The Star Migrator and the Ancient Man Snake simultaneously thought of a name: "Extradimensional Wraith!?"

If it were before today, the Star Migrator would not have taken this name seriously at all—he had never experienced such pressure that made the entire void gasp—but now he knew, the entire sky's starlight was condemning these two names, one of which was actually Seeing Ange?

Anthony's voice continued: "Inside, it's not easy to seize you; having come to the outside world, a dark star is such a humble gleam—carelessly, it would be extinguished."

As his words fell, the shadow had already moved to the Star Migrator's position; the Star Migrator and the Ancient Man Snake instantly felt themselves turn black and white—whether godstar or green leaf, at this moment they lost all color, becoming black and white—Wraith Folding.

In the void, the Star Migrator, originally divided into two halves, at this moment lost all restraints and slowly dissipated.

"Where am I? What have you done to me! Come out, what have you done to me!" within the Wraith Layers, the Star Migrator roared angrily, the great fluctuation carrying irrepressible panic.

This attack, utterly beyond his comprehension, left him at a loss—this shadow directly seized and imprisoned his star soul.

"Huh? Still conscious? Why is this? How is it different from your other layers?" Nage Li Si asked, bewildered.

Seeing Ange's voice said: "He's small, capture him alive—other layers, not."