The Milky Way Galaxy was battered and scarred.
But she was still there.
Ten billion vital regions, including the Solar System, still stood. They owed their survival to every fleet in the Milky Way Galaxy holding fast to protect them.
In a stretch of Dark Starry Sky toward the Leo Constellation, the Galaxy Guardian Legion had only sixty thousand warships left.
Yet its population was vast and included every species. People no longer distinguished between civilizations or between their own kind and aliens.
They had never expected to hold out for two full weeks. Though far weaker than the Golden Crow Race, they had doubled its record.
So-called limits were usually calculated through what people called reason. But how could mortal wisdom grasp the wonders of the world? True limits were often far higher than anyone imagined.
The legend of Mount Lu had shown them it was possible. That knowledge inspired countless brilliant minds to tap their potential and create this miracle.
That was how people were. Being first was the hardest part.
Once someone accomplished the seemingly impossible, those who followed saw hope, and more of them succeeded.
What truly held intelligent life back was itself.
Within the protected regions of the Milky Way Galaxy, trillions upon trillions of people still lived. Every moment, they worked to supply the front lines. Each day, another group of the elderly and the young crossed wormholes to the battlefield, heading into certain death.
Among them was Huang Ji's grandfather.
Old Master Huang had lost his job after Solomon collapsed.
But that had given him more time to study and train. He was now a four-star engineer.
When the Void War began, Old Master Huang immediately joined a wartime factory and helped build warships.
Most of his children and grandchildren from the interstellar