Everything was ready.
Standing on the deck, Fang Zheng looked out at the pitch-black universe and the neatly arrayed warships before him, his fists clenched tight.
Among the fleet before him, the most eye-catching were the two full supercapital fleets centered around the Pride of Tal'darim and the Memory of N's. They would be the core force fighting alongside Fang Zheng on the front lines this time.
Since Boson Jump was, after all, a jump across the Temporal Plane, Fang Zheng had specifically chosen races that were almost unaffected by time, such as Ship Girls and the Swarm, to prevent any accidents. The remaining Cursed Children had been stationed aboard the Spear of Adun, tasked with guarding their home base.
"Then, move out!"
There was no need for some rousing opening speech. Fang Zheng simply swung his hand sharply, and in the next instant, he transformed into his Time Dragon form once more, appearing in the vast universe.
Looking at the fleet before him, Fang Zheng drew a deep breath.
Then, infinite time unfolded before his eyes.
The past, the present, the future.
The ripples of actions occurring at a single point spread and extended endlessly into the past and future.
Without the past, there could be no present. Without the present, there could be no future.
Everything we did was tugged together upon the great web of time.
Fang Zheng slowly raised his right hand. The power of time began to tremble. A journey that had taken tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, even millions of years to complete was compressed to its absolute limit at this moment.
We had not arrived at our destination only after crossing millions of years.
In truth, we had already set out millions of years ago.
And after crossing millions of years of