The spacecraft left the Warp Channel and traveled onto the Immortal Bridge. The bustling, prosperous scene left the two dragons somewhat unaccustomed.
As they followed the flight route toward the terminal, they could look up at the celestial palace complex at the heart of the primordial world, where ten thousand rays of golden light and a thousand streams of auspicious mist shone.
The old dragon and the woman in green stood before the porthole, looking around curiously.
Bai Yujun remained seated.
After being away for several years, she had many matters to handle and was busy receiving information.
Fortunately, her dragon soul possessed powerful computing abilities. In a brief moment, she had analyzed and calculated everything. There was nothing major going on. The pseudo-saints did not dare show themselves, and the petty underlings could not amount to anything or stir up trouble. Zhen Bei was handling the fighting outside, while Qiao Jin had begun leaning toward taking charge of internal affairs. Development and innovation had never ceased. Everything was running well.
The spacecraft followed the other vessels toward the Airport Terminal. This time, Bai Yujun did not leave ahead of schedule, calmly sending messages and making various arrangements.
A pleasant female announcement echoed through the airport.
"The Chaos is about to dock at Platform Nine. All departments, prepare yourselves."
Inside the cockpit, the two clones maneuvered the spacecraft into a slow docking. The retractable bridge connected, and the chief pilot pulled the switch to open the side hatch.
Watching Bai Yujun and the two dragons leave the hatch and step onto the terminal, the display directed them along the route toward the barracks shipyard.
The two clones exchanged glances and smiled faintly.
Bai Yujun, who had already entered the airport hall, looked back and watched the spacecraft slowly head toward