Damn It, Dogs Don't Even Practice Cultivation

The moment we pass through the heliosphere, it's as if the universe itself is holding its breath. The light of billions of stars was twisted, stretched, and exploded at the end of the field of vision. The energy tide flowing in five colors is like the breath of the ancient giant, vibrating silent thunder in the vacuum. The star shuttle is just a stubborn speck of dust in this boiling ocean of energy, tearing apart the last barrier of the solar system. Wang Mian woke up to the roar of the heaven and earth falling. "We are passing through the heliosphere." A voice that was so calm and almost cruel penetrated the hum of the protective shield, "In thirty seconds, we will officially leave the home galaxy." He opened his eyes and saw students clinging to the porthole. Outside the window, the energy of the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth is like five ancient pythons strangling each other, outlining the final boundary of the solar system in the void. The mentor's voice echoed in the psychic resonance, explaining how this chaos maintained the existence of the entire galaxy.