At the exact center of System #31 burned a star that looked very different from the swollen red giants of the Frost-Rim Sector or the golden twin suns of the Pill-Fire Sector.
It was a White Dwarf Star—a collapsed stellar core no bigger than a medium-sized planet, yet packed with the weight and fury of three entire suns. Its surface glowed with a blinding, bluish-white heat of over a hundred thousand degrees, and its gravity was so terrifyingly dense that even a stray asteroid drifting within a million miles was instantly crushed into flat metallic powder and sucked into its roaring gravity well.
“Careful, everyone! Keep your defensive Qi shields up!”
Grandmaster Dan Yang, who had insisted on coming along wearing his new white chef’s hat and carrying a notebook to study Pei Xuan’s “Heat-Control Dao,” gasped as he stopped five hundred thousand miles away from the white star. Even at his Rank 8 Mid cultivation, the crushing gravitational pull made his knees bend and his beard hairs point straight toward the star like iron needles.
“Lord Pei, this is a Dead-Core White Dwarf!” Grandmaster Dan Yang shouted over the deep, bone-shaking hum of stellar gravity. “Unlike normal yellow suns, its fire is compressed to the bone! Even Warlord Tie Kuang and the master blacksmiths of the Iron-Wing Armada only dare to park their forge-stations ten million miles away and catch stray wisps of its solar wind! If anyone gets closer than a hundred thousand miles, the gravity will squash…
