In the vast expanse of space, there was one unavoidable factor: time. Not even Ziwei Saint could instantly cross a distance of tens of thousands of light-years.
It was precisely because of this that Yanhuang Civilization had ten years to prepare. Ten years—for a technological civilization, that could only mean one thing: the advantage was theirs.
Over those years, Yanhuang Civilization had done the following:
Along the anticipated battlefield approach, they had laid traps across a span of thirty light-years;
And the number of cultivators at the 25.0 realm had directly surpassed thirty million.
Originally, one-third of the Ascending Dragon Fleet's experts had been engaged in Formatting Re-Cultivation, while the remaining two-thirds had been preparing for it.
Now that a major war was imminent, those who were in the middle of formatting their cultivation naturally hurried back into cultivation as well.
The unique characteristics of Big Data Cultivation had been exploited to the absolute limit. People would undergo Formatting Re-Cultivation at the drop of a hat, then instantly revive at full strength on the spot whenever needed.
Now, more than thirty million Saints of Yanhuang Civilization were ready, each armed to the teeth. In terms of technology, being armed meant every person had their own warship.
Under Void-Splitting Divine Venerable's astonished gaze, tens of millions of warships shot into the void. The mighty fleet resembled a torrent of steel, piercing through space with no end in sight.
"Is this the so-called charm of industry?" Void-Splitting Divine Venerable silently watched the void. He had already witnessed it when the Ascending Dragon Fleet arrived, but this was ten times more shocking.
Over the past thirty years, Yanhuang Civilization had practically turned into an "insect race," dismantling several nearby continents and converting them all into industrial raw materials.
Besides building warships, these industrial