The swirling vortex crackled with energies Wang Jian had never conceived of. Laws twisted and writhed in ways that defied the logic of the Chaos cosmos he knew. It was like staring into the raw, untamed heart of creation itself, yet infinitely more complex, more ancient.
He plunged in, the Dragon Prince a streak of azure light just ahead, navigating the chaotic currents with an ease that spoke volumes of his power, even in this mere vessel form.
Space distorted. Time warped. Wang Jian felt his connection to the Chaos cosmos, to his battleship, to his women, stretching thin, becoming an ethereal thread across an unimaginable distance.
"Listen closely, Wang Jian," the Dragon Prince's voice echoed, not through sound, but directly into his consciousness, cutting through the dimensional static. "This passage consumes much. To ensure your soul anchors safely in the targeted lower realm of the Primal Universe, certain… measures are necessary."
