"Is this Celestial City?"
The universe was cold, but standing there, Zhang Feng with short sleeves only felt the coolness like an air-conditioned room. With his foot stepping on the solid metal floor, he was surprised to feel gravity similar to Earth here.
This should be the gravity section of Celestial City, which was the "balance hammer"-part of Celestial City.
Standing around him, except for the man named William who was playing with his phone, everyone went to the transparent floor-to-ceiling window and examined the beauty of Mother Earth.
"This five-hour journey took a century." Rudolf Clarke reached out and gently stroked the reflection of the Earth on the window, opening the wooden box he had been holding on his chest. It was his grandfather's photo inside.
The old man who had predicted this day with his imagination.
Although everything was late by almost twenty years...
