Half a month later, Lu Ming stood quietly in the courtyard, clad in purple-gold armor and boots of the same color, holding a simple, ancient purple spear.
This entire set of equipment had been specially customized by Lu Ming according to the civilization of Arid Thunder Star. As for the auxiliary life-form and Lu Ming's original equipment, he had placed them all in his World Ring, ready to be taken out whenever battle was necessary.
Before long, a spacecraft flew over from afar and slowly came to a stop above Lu Ming's territory.
"Rumble..."
The spacecraft slowly descended.
"Your Highness, please be careful!" Kane, the commander of Lu Ming's guard force standing behind him, said respectfully.
"Mm."
Lu Ming nodded, then turned into a streak of light and flew toward the descending spacecraft overhead.
"Farewell, Your Highness!"
Over a thousand guards and tens of thousands of servants spoke respectfully in unison, while Lu Ming had already entered the spacecraft that had come to pick him up.
Very soon, the spacecraft left the Ninth Time-Space and vanished into the Original Universe.
In the Dark Universe, a black spacecraft shaped like a three-headed demonic dragon sped forward.
"Your Highness, we are heading for Arid Thunder Star at forty-two times light speed. We are expected to arrive in twenty-three hours," said a Dragon-man race expert with black dragon scales covering his forehead and dark-gold armor on his body. "Your Highness may rest now. I will notify you when the spacecraft reaches its destination."
"Alright." Lu Ming nodded in thanks.
He sat on a luxurious sofa inside the spacecraft, then separated a strand of consciousness into the Virtual Universe to continue studying secret techniques.
Soon.
Twenty-three hours passed.
"Your Highness, we are about to undergo universe traversal and return to the Original