Fan Lang could escape, but he could not take everyone with him.
Hundreds of billions would be left behind on God Vast Star, perishing alongside it and meeting their absolute end.
The Qi Ming could not carry an entire planet, and its passenger capacity was limited.
First, space was limited. Second, the barrier had limited endurance. Ordinary People could not withstand the various dangers of the universe.
For every additional Passenger, the Qi Ming had to bear an additional burden, until it reached its limit.
That limit was fewer than a hundred million people.
In other words, only those hundred million people could survive.
For an entire planet, that was truly a small number. The coming destruction and death would be unimaginably brutal.
When Fan Lang left the moon, he was completely dejected, more dispirited than ever before. This blow had been far too great for him.
God Vast Star was his territory, his home, the place where everything had begun. It was too important to him. Though he had killed without mercy, he had not lost his humanity. The lives of hundreds of billions carried considerable weight in his heart.
Yet he had no way to save any of it. He could only watch helplessly as God Vast Star was destroyed.
After returning to God Vast Star, Fan Lang flew to a picturesque place and landed beside a small river.
By the river, a graceful young woman was soaking her feet in the cool water. Her pair of little white feet were bare, and her ten toes were round as pearls.
It was Zhao XiaoMan.
Seeing Fan Lang suddenly descend, she froze for a moment. A trace of inexplicable delight flashed through her heart, but she snapped, "What are you doing here?"
"I came to take you away," Fan