Hanes continued, "Realm Bubbles are small realms inhabited by cosmic beings with intelligence. They have built their own civilizations within them. The higher the level of their civilization, the stronger the beings that inhabit the bubble." He looked at Lein, ensuring the young master grasped the gravity of the situation.
Lein kept listening with a neutral expression, though in his heart, he began to imagine the civilizations of cosmic beings that might not be too different from the worlds he knew.
"Apart from the Realm Bubbles," Hanes added, "there is another phenomenon known as Cosmic Disasters." This time, his tone shifted to a mix of fear and enthusiasm.
"Cosmic Disasters?" Lein asked in a flat tone, his eyes carefully observing every change in Hanes's expression.
"Yes, these disasters bring destruction, but also great opportunities," Hanes explained, making sweeping gestures with his hands. "When these disasters occur, there's a chance to create legendary items, including high-tier artifacts. But the signs of their appearance are often difficult to recognize, so only the lucky or highly perceptive can take advantage of them."
Lein nodded slightly, trying to absorb all the information. Disasters that bring fortune—a concept that sounded contradictory yet captivating.
However, the atmosphere soon shifted. Hanes paused briefly, swallowing nervously.
"And there is one thing that must be feared above all," he said slowly, his tone lowering as tension spread across his face.
"What is it?" Lein asked, his eyes narrowing with growing curiosity.
"A Black Hole," Hanes replied in a trembling voice.
"When this phenomenon appears, everything descends into chaos. A Black Hole possesses unmatched gravitational pull. It will absorb everything around it without discrimination."
Lein raised an eyebrow.
"How dangerous is it?" he asked, his tone calm, though there was a cold edge to his words.
Hanes took a deep breath, attempting to steady himself before answering. "Imagine this, Master Lein. Sovereign islands, high-tier realms, warships, even powerful beings of extraordinary strength—all of them will be sucked into the Black Hole. And within it… there is only emptiness, or what we call the Sea of Death."
A silence enveloped them for a moment. Lein gazed far ahead into the endless darkness of the Cosmos Origin.
The image of destruction Hanes described seemed almost too unbelievable to comprehend, yet he knew this world had its own ways of proving how small he truly was.
"Of all the Black Hole appearances I've ever heard of, only two realms and a handful of sovereign islands managed to survive. They became incredibly powerful afterward," Hanes explained.
His voice carried authority, reflecting his vast life experiences. His expression was serious, emphasizing the importance of the information he had just shared.
Hanes continued to explain various aspects of the Cosmos Origin to Lein. Together with the others, he shared basic knowledge such as the locations of nearby realms, the current conditions of the Origin realm, and the interactions between races that influenced one another.
They spoke with respectful tones, aware that Lein had just arrived in the perilous Cosmos Origin.
"Thank you, everyone," Lein said casually.
In truth, he didn't feel the need to express gratitude, but as a gesture of appreciation for their sincerity, he still did.
Hanes and the others exchanged glances but dared not take Lein's words lightly. Politely, they gave small nods and refrained from showing excessive pride.
Their respect for Lein ran so deep that none of them dared to respond in an overly familiar manner.
"Alright, Master Lein, as promised earlier, my wife and I will return to our realm first. We will meet you again in one month," Hanes said while glancing at Lyra, his wife, who stood beside him.
"Yes, Master Lein, we promise," Lyra added in a soft yet firm voice. Clear respect was visible on her face.
Lein nodded slowly, then said, "Very well, but before you leave, take this."
He raised his hand, and two elegant black swords materialized out of thin air, radiating a mesmerizing dark glow. Without hesitation, he handed one to Hanes and the other to Lyra.
Hanes was stunned as he held the black sword in his hands. He ran his fingers over its surface, from the tip to the hilt, with admiration. The dim light of the sword reflected in his eyes, making his gaze appear radiant.
"It's exquisite," he murmured, almost unaware that he had spoken aloud.
"Thank you, Master Lein. We have nothing of equal value to repay this gift," Hanes said in a slightly embarrassed tone. He bowed his head, attempting to hide his feelings of inadequacy.
"There's no need. Now go," Lein replied, waving his hand. He had no interest in hearing Hanes say unnecessary things. His demeanor remained calm, but a slight impatience could be detected in his tone.
Following Lein's command, Hanes quickly retrieved a small object from his spatial ring.
In an instant, the object transformed into a magnificent large ship, appearing out of the void before them. The ship glowed faintly, with its metallic body reflecting light from various angles. Its sheer size suggested it could traverse the universe with ease.
The ship was truly awe-inspiring. Its body stretched over 10 kilometers long and spanned 1 kilometer wide. Standing nearly 300 meters tall, it consisted of multiple levels seamlessly blended into a design that was both luxurious and efficient.
The structure appeared robust, with gleaming metallic panels reflecting the surrounding cosmic light. Along the sides of the ship, glowing lines pulsed gently, resembling streams of energy, indicating the advanced technology powering it.
"Until we meet again, Master Lein," Hanes said as he bowed respectfully before opening a glowing portal. He stepped inside alongside his wife, Lyra, who glanced at Lein with a gentle smile.
The portal emitted a bluish-purple light, and within it, the figures of Hanes and Lyra faded, only to reappear on the deck of the massive ship.
Lein watched them as they now stood aboard the ship, their figures appearing small against the grandeur of the vessel. From afar, Hanes and Lyra waved at him, their movements slow as if bidding farewell for a long journey.