The rivers, lakes, and seas across the cosmic land had naturally already been shaped.
Planned in the most perfect and rational state of a "construction sand table," it had become highly habitable.
However, since they had planned out rivers, lakes, and seas, they naturally had to give themselves a little privilege. A sea route leading from their civilization to the Chaos Sea of the universe was indispensable.
Splash, splash.
As the ship sailed, the chaotic lakewater beneath it rippled with clear waves, becoming exceptionally transparent.
The ship continued onward.
The sky remained gray and murky, unchanged from beginning to end.
"We only prepared for a little over a thousand years, yet they've still arrived. It's far faster than we imagined. Life has begun appearing in the seawater beneath our feet. I can sense Chaos Microorganisms beginning to emerge in the water."
"We've already gone full throttle. The younger generation has been raised, and we have the Myriad Realms, martial bloodlines, and all sorts of methods. They seem plentiful, but can we really withstand this?"
Kuang Tu burst into laughter. Standing on the ship and gazing into the distance, he said, "What a pity. Back then, we split the continent, shaped the Nine Great Continents, and completed the natural ecosystems across them. Now we've even finished their rivers for them. This is practically throwing away the donkey after it's done grinding grain. It makes me want to go down fighting and turn all these rivers, lakes, and seas into a complete mess before I die!"
As one of the so-called younger generation, Renaud also laughed loudly and mocked, "What do you mean, throwing away the donkey after it's done grinding grain? Our mission from the very start was to be unpaid laborers! We weren't even worthy of living on the surface.