"Death is drawing closer."
"I can already scent its icy taste. What a beautiful feeling..."
Jiang Ding looked toward the center of the Milky Way, now only a little over a thousand light-years away, at the central black hole.
The star captured by the black hole vortex's orbit was now moving ever closer to the center of the black hole. In its journey, the star was turbulent, with materials occasionally torn off and falling into the vortex. Compared to five thousand years ago, the star was now much smaller.
However, it still hadn't reached its final moment. This star had not yet truly arrived at the black hole.
In a black hole, even light particles cannot escape; they are swallowed instantly, leaving no room for observation.
"Will this star, about to be fully consumed by the black hole, be the future fate of my Material Sun Sword Soul?"
Jiang Ding murmured.
