Time rewound five hours.
The massive fleet arrived at the entrance coordinates, where clusters of light membranes densely scattered across a narrow stretch of sea, the faint fluorescence almost lighting up the entire patch of water.
"This area is indeed strange; not a single bubble!"
"Look, search carefully for an entrance like a vortex, pitch black with gravitational pull!"
Leng Wenqing sat imposingly in the cabin, with the personal camera circling overhead. As soon as he returned to Main God Space, he paid attention to his demeanor, and this significant moment was no exception.
He certainly knew what this step he was taking meant. Different nations, for someone like him, keeping a low profile, hiding, secretly manipulating everything, and controlling the fate of all pieces on the board, were the most correct direction for "evolution."
To become a public figure was not to gain points but to lose them; in the eyes of the old man, it was downright despicable.
