In a large Star Harbor belonging to the Pohui Civilization in Light Universe Time-Space, the last few transport ships were slowly leaving their berths.
Above the fleet, two angels lingered briefly. Once they confirmed that none of the supplies already handed over had been missed, they turned and flew in another direction.
They did not leave with the fleet.
These goods from the Pohui Civilization would travel with the trade fleet through the Cross-dimensional Passage already opened by the Light God Race, bound for Primordial Universe Time-Space.
Deep within the Star Harbor, Hevien, Lord of Pohui, withdrew his gaze and closed the resource ledgers before him. What this Level-9 Strong Practitioner unfolded next, however, was an ancient star map.
At the same locations on this old map, there were hardly any intact transport hubs to be found.
Some places had been crossed out, while others had gone without updated records for years. Even now, the sight of those fragmented regions linked together reminded him of the desperate straits he had once faced.
The power of a Level-9 Life was enough to lead a top-level civilization.
But in Light Universe Time-Space back then, what did he and the people behind him really amount to?
When war swept in from other Dimensional Planes, even civilizations stronger than theirs could not guarantee their own safety.
All he could do at the time was gather his legions, hold as many vital worlds as possible, and abandon the places they truly could no longer sustain. Many peoples had migrated into what was now their core territory during that period.
Even long afterward, their descendants would still read their peoples' records of homelands they could no longer return to.
Members of those migrant peoples were also aboard the fleet that had just departed.
Only this time,