July of the Eighty-Second Year of the Tian Yuan Era.
Time was like a galloping horse that never rested.
Since Su Mo returned to the Tian Yuan World, twenty years had slipped by without notice.
During that time, Wei had come three times in total, roughly once every six years.
However, he had arrived by avatar the first two times. Only the last time had been his true body.
"To perfectly fuse with an Abyss City Beast in the frail body of a human... Su Mo, you have given me quite the surprise."
Within the Special Space formed by the World Gap, Su Mo met Wei's true body.
His gaze was soul-stirring, his pressure incomparably heavy. Even each breath seemed to contain endless power.
Had he not met Xi before, Su Mo might have been intimidated by this oppressive presence.
But now, he only felt that Wei was putting on a show. Beneath that deliberately unleashed, overwhelming aura hid nervous unease beneath a fierce exterior—a futile attempt to preserve damaged dignity through intimidation.
Naturally, he was not afraid. Instead, an inexplicable urge rose within him.
It was called greed.
The seed Xi had planted in him back then had finally taken root and sprouted over these years.
Su Mo sighed inwardly, while his expression grew ever more respectful.
"My lord, since you have come in person this time, the time for migration must be drawing near, correct?"
"Heh, your instincts truly are sharp."
Wei smiled faintly and casually tapped the air beside him.
A Space Rift opened, and ten Ship Tickets glowing with a faint radiance flew out.
"These are yours. Each corresponds to one civilization. You may use them as you please and take as many people as you wish, but there is one condition: that civilization cannot possess