If the Heaven's Origin Sector could be compared to a sphere that extended outwardly, Xiao Ming and Wen Wen had chosen the side that was furthest from the battlefield and had the fewest starships of the federation and the Imperium in order to slowly develop their whole new bodies.
On the opposite side of the sphere that was far, far away from them, in the past three months and the three months to come, countless pursuits, escapes, murders, explosions, plots, betrayals, surrenders, and relentless resistances took place incessantly. The radiance of the exploding starships even eclipsed the stars in the entire universe.
After half a year of cruising, or rather, fleeing in panic, 'Sirius', an arsenal warship of the Imperium, had completely become a stray dog.
Most of the bullets of spiritual energy had been shot out a long time ago. All that was left behind were the empty magazines that looked like beehives.
