After several thousand teleportations, the ship finally reached the Immortal Bridge's reception range.
By then, the stored food and drink had been consumed by more than half by the many big-bellied dragons. The primitive dragons sat on the dining hall floor, eating, drinking, watching videos, and learning. Crumbs littered the ground, and whenever honey got on their hands, they wiped it twice on their beast-hide clothes, keeping the little cleaning robots frantically busy.
The ship trembled slightly once more.
The old dragons immediately sensed the familiar divine power of the Immortal Bridge's reception.
The divine artifact that the Dragon Court had poured all its strength into forging hundreds of millions of years ago could actually still operate. Recalling the changes in the Primordial Main World's layout they had just witnessed, their emotions grew especially complicated.
They entered the Warp Channel. This time, dense lines of every color filled the view outside the windows. At last, it was no longer dark.
Even under the Immortal Bridge's reception, it would still take a long time to reach the South Heavenly Gate.
Bai Yujun cooked for the young dragons who had awakened and, as usual, supplied them with Spirit Pills. Over the years, she had deliberately or accidentally gathered and refined far too many Spirit Pills—ones that replenished Immortal Spiritual Qi, ones that healed injuries, all kinds imaginable. There was no use keeping them, so she gave them to the little ones to eat. Even several hundred more young dragons would not finish them all. Once they did, she could simply make more.
A journey without the ability to hibernate was destined to be long...
After a long while, other ships finally appeared in the Warp Channel. The journey was no longer lonely and silent, and dragons of every age and gender crowded