The altitude, still climbing...
Amid Ji Jue's cheers.
He was still ascending, towards the highest firmament, breaking free from all constraints, embracing freedom.
Even if all this was just an illusory dream, even if this freedom was just a mirage in the dream, so brief, yet it had already intoxicated him.
BOOM!
The last propulsion engine fell off from the battered hull, crashing towards the world below, and in the shattered hull, the Melting Furnace shook violently, breaking apart, leaving only the last faint wisp of flame.
The core cabin had disintegrated completely.
In the explosion, Ji Jue inside the spacesuit involuntarily floated up and was pulled out, spun helplessly in the dark, with fragmentary light reflecting on his helmet.
The night sky seemed round.
Countless lights moved through the darkness, distant and ethereal, those were the stars.
