Zhou Mu and the others had all arrived. Zhou Hao's gaze swept over them before settling on Cunjin. Raising a brow, he asked, "I almost forgot—Cunjin, how much time can your silk spitting accelerate now?"
Cunjin replied, "More than four hundred years, nearly five hundred!"
Zhou Hao nodded lightly, then turned to Murong with a smile. "Looks like we'll have to go back once more."
He had forgotten about having Cunjin accelerate time for Mu Yin.
Murong smiled faintly and nodded. "Alright. Going back won't take much time anyway."
With that, they turned the spacecraft around and headed for the Wood God Clan's home planet.
After Cunjin finished spitting silk, they did not stay long before leaving directly and continuing their "cosmic journey."
Time flew like a white colt passing through a crack. Five hundred years rushed by, and Zhou Hao's group had just left a small settlement of cultivators.
At this moment, Murong's cultivation officially fell to the Twelfth Level God King.
Zhou Hao seemed to sense it and glanced at her, but he said nothing. Instead, he asked, "Do you think this branch of Ling Tian Group should relocate?"
Murong met his eyes, understanding what he was thinking. Smiling, she said, "There's no need to relocate for now. Let them develop locally for a while first. They're still weak."
The Ling Tian Group branch they spoke of had been newly established by Zhou Hao. For the sake of this branch, Zhou Hao and the others had remained in that cultivator settlement for over a hundred years.
Zhou Hao nodded in agreement. "Mm, then we won't relocate for now."
Murong glanced at him from the corner of her eye, covered her mouth, and asked with a smile, "You're just making conversation, aren't you? This isn't what you actually