Year after year passed.
The Iron Wall Spaceship beneath Chu Fei and the others had already been replaced dozens of times.
Ten thousand years had passed since their last battle with the Evil Spirits. Ascending Dragon Hall's closed-door cultivation had finally caught up with the mainstream "rules."
Too many things had happened over those ten thousand years.
For example, the fleet's course had, unsurprisingly, run into an unexpected problem: they were lost and could no longer find their direction!
Of course, no one here was a fool. Everyone guessed that as long as Chu Fei remained unconscious, the fleet would be unable to find its way.
Yet everyone now depended on the fleet for survival. Ascending Dragon Hall provided an excellent cultivation environment, stable living conditions, and abundant supplies. Everyone could cultivate in seclusion without worry, so no one caused trouble.
Over those ten thousand years, every cultivator had made remarkable progress, and quite a few old monsters had achieved breakthroughs.
After the previous war, everyone had gained something—chiefly the mindset of victory and breakthroughs in conviction. Ascending Dragon Hall had conducted far too much research into the cultivation advances brought about by breakthroughs in conviction.
In addition, Ascending Dragon Hall had proactively released some materials, allowing everyone's Cultivation Levels to improve. As their Cultivation Levels improved, they naturally grew closer to Ascending Dragon Hall.
Ascending Dragon Hall also practiced so-called "new-generation diplomacy." After more than ten thousand years, the fleet had expanded to a million spacecraft!
The largest among them was the mothership, Golden Crow 1. Today, only its name remained unchanged. The ship itself had been upgraded through more than a hundred generations. It now exceeded a thousand kilometers in length, like a miniature planet racing through the void.
The three-hundred-kilometer-long Solar Ship no longer ranked among the