"Your disciples congratulate the patriarchs on expanding your territory. May you set foot on the True King path soon and remain immortal through ten thousand tribulations!"
In the New World, upon man-made transformed mythological planets and giant continents, countless cultivators gathered as far as the eye could see, seeing the patriarchs off on their expedition.
In the depths of the mist, Wang Xuan stood at the bow with his hands behind his back, looking towards the endlessly black End of Deep Space.
Behind him, at the stern of the little boat, a chain forged from Origin Ancient Bronze was tied taut, leading back to a miniature Universe Warship.
As the source of power, he towed the ancestors' flying magic tool onward, moving at a speed that defied all reason.
"No, I'm saying, Little Wang, you did this on purpose, didn't you? Why does it feel like you're flying us like a kite?" the ancestors' voices came from the spaceship, which had shrunk to half a meter long.
The Origin Ancient Bronze chain truly did resemble a kite string, connected to the super-forbidden ship body and sending it soaring as it raced wildly onward.
"I don't believe we still can't board that little boat of yours. At worst, if you refine our Universe Warship, can't you bring it aboard?" The ancestors seriously suspected that this brat's wicked sense of humor was acting up and that he was deliberately flying them like a kite.
"Patriarchs, my cultivation is currently limited. Objects I refine can indeed be brought aboard, but if you follow me up, I estimate you'll all be in a half-dazed state. If I want to speak with you, I'd have to place you on the boat edge or hang you outside," Wang Xuan told them honestly.
The ancestors were astonished.