Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1547 63: Disappointment and... Hope!

Merely 5% energy remained.

This figure had already breached Shura's critical energy warning threshold.

Concurrently, faint injuries on the jet-black mecha's surface were undergoing self-repair, while Mu Fan's energy gauge continued its gentle downward descent.

However, a departure from his previous state, Mu Fan was not consumed by worry at this juncture.

The reason was the blazing half-heart – the [Heart of Shura] – which pulsed steadily and silently within.

With each resonant beat, red luminous points surrounding the mecha were drawn into its core within Shura's shared sensory field.

Once the superficial micro-lesions were mended, the downward trend of the energy meter halted. After a mere second, it commenced a slow climb, albeit infinitesimally, gaining less than a thousandth of a percent per second.

Yet, it was ascending!

The process involved absorbing ambient cosmic energy, purifying it, and subsequently converting it into personal energy.

This was the paramount function of the [Heart of Shura] for both Mu Fan and Shura!

"Roar!" Evil Wing affirmed with a resolute nod.

With no adversaries in sight, it could now advance without reservation.

Its immense wings unfurled, head held high, twenty-four dragon scales, each human-sized, detached from its neck and floated before Shura, coalescing into a shimmering silver halo.

Evil Wing's gaze held an uncharacteristic solemnity.

Mu Fan's own expression mirrored that of a pilgrim at that moment.

Unseen by any, his fist was clenched so tightly that his fingers dug deep into his palm.

His lips were pressed firm, yet the muscles in his jaw bulged prominently.

Time marched onward, minute after minute.

A flicker of impatience emanated from Evil Wing's enormous pupils.

A full two minutes had passed without any detectable energy signatures… yielding only two potential explanations.

Either the adversary had moved beyond Evil Wing's sensory radius, possibly utilizing this world's gravitational anomalies without affecting their immediate vicinity, leaving no trace behind.

The second possibility was that the event had occurred and immediately dissipated into an energy explosion, completely masking any gravitational wave remnants!

Neither of these scenarios was what Mu Fan desired to confront.

The crushing feeling of despair resurfaced, akin to his early days in the Luqin Universe when he fell into Solomon's grasp.

An energy crystal, of the high-grade variety, instinctively moved towards his throat, was crushed between his teeth, and instantly transformed into a searing wave of energy.

Yet, instead of consuming this exquisite, pure energy, Evil Wing chose to transmute it into dragon breath, directing the fiery torrent onto the rotating, inverted scale.

The silver halo suddenly surged in speed!

Faint glimmers of brilliant white light began to manifest in Evil Wing's colossal dragon eyes.

This majestic dragon was searching with every fiber of its being!

One second, two seconds…

After fifty seconds, the third high-grade energy crystal within Evil Wing's maw shattered. Even the spinning inverted scale started to glow red, and the white light receded from Evil Wing's pupils, replaced by a crimson warning hue.

A minute later, the dragon scales suspended before Evil Wing abruptly ceased their rotation.

These scales had lost their former silvery luster, now marred by a network of fine cracks, glowing a scorched red from intense heat.

"…Can't locate it… is that it?" Mu Fan's voice, growing extraordinarily hoarse within that single minute, began to break the silence.

That minute had felt like an eternity, a grueling ordeal of intense mental conflict.

Evil Wing's movements became rigid; it dared not turn nor respond, its eyelids drooping in profound sadness.

"Roar…"

[I apologize.]

This marked its inaugural apology.

For reasons unknown, it felt an overwhelming sense of sorrow.

Its desire to aid Mu Fan was immense.

However, its current powerlessness was absolute…

Evil Wing lowered its head, resembling a child apprehended for misbehavior.

"You gave it your all; thank you… perhaps this is the convergence of hope and disappointment." Mu Fan's body quivered slightly as the resolute, impassive gaze finally faded from his eyes.

The absence of hope presented the most agonizing form of suffering.

"Why did you bear this burden for me… why didn't you tell me… why was I so stubbornly foolish back then!"

Black remained silent, and Shura, in unison, offered no response.

The heart's wounds necessitated time for healing, and from their perspective, this was perhaps the path Mu Fan must traverse to achieve maturity.

No one could guarantee a life devoid of adversity.

No one could promise a life unblemished by regret…

Upon hearing Mu Fan's lament, the dragon scale, superheated before Evil Wing, momentarily paused.

Overcome with remorse, it looked back towards the silently hovering Shura.

"You should depart for now; perhaps it's time I truly embraced the role of a warrior and shouldered the responsibilities my father bore."

"I cherish the world that brought me into existence and sustained me; I wish to protect it."

Mu Fan's deep voice resonated with conviction.

The weapon rack on his back silently opened, and Shura, with measured grace, drew forth the spear – half azure, half flame-red.

Mu Fan gazed upon the weapon, his eyes filled with a serene, reflective remembrance.

He vividly recalled the moment a young girl impulsively bestowed upon him that precious, nearly priceless relic weapon on the martial arts arena. Nuonuo's small fists clenched behind [Extreme Special Soldier], her excited shouts still echoed in his memory.

The long spear leveled, as if wounding the very world.

That instant of breathtaking beauty was eternally etched upon Blue Capital Star.

Only through loss did he realize those gentle, warm instances were deeply imprinted in every fiber of his being.

Her smiling face, like a blooming flower, was already carved into the depths of his soul.

"I'm... sorry."

At that very moment, Mu Fan's voice was hoarse, tears streaming uncontrollably down his cheeks.

Just then, sixteen triangular points assembled on the spearhead suddenly began to emit gentle, blooming red flames.

The slender blaze, not exceeding 1 centimeter in height, appeared like a faint wisp of mist.

Mu Fan remained oblivious to this spectacle, or if he noticed, it held no consequence for him.

Regarding this weapon known as [Flame Rain Frost Blue], it habitually released its unique radiance whenever drawn from its rack.

However, in the very next second, the faint flames unexpectedly swirled towards a specific point.

The approaching reversed scales, which were just about to close in on its neck, abruptly recoiled upwards, its eyes displaying utter disbelief!

"———Roar!"

A resounding dragon roar reverberated, piercing his ears.

"What did you just say...!?"

Mu Fan's expression froze entirely as he suddenly looked upwards.

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"Those accursed barbaric territories, I swear I will never return! Damn this black storm, crippling all our energy systems. Why can't the great Saint Luo universe be fully accessible to our Saint Luo clan!"

Floating in the void approximately 0.5 light-years from the Gate of Divine River, countless asteroids drifted haphazardly in space.

A menacing black storm, resembling a long river, swept across the starry heavens, relentlessly scouring this chaotic asteroid sea.

Numerous asteroids, of varying magnitudes, were obliterated within its destructive path.

Despite its terrifying appearance and its span stretching tens of thousands, or perhaps millions, of kilometers, this black storm dared not penetrate the heart of the star sea.

Now, that flowing black storm unexpectedly spewed a thin, narrow