It was like traveling through the barren wreckage of stars.
Heavenly Prison Fortress moved beyond the Present Realm.
Under the light of the Present Realm, everything in sight was fragments of battlefields and borders. Amid shattered rock strata and cooled lava, traces of buildings could vaguely be made out, along with... broken corpses.
Farther away, above the Present Realm, faint lights flickered across a massive silent megastructure. Countless scholars in Protective Suits clung to it like ants, suffering through overtime and urgent work as they repaired the main body of the Rainbow Bridge.
Having detected the trace of Heavenly Prison Fortress, one of the vents at the very top of the Rainbow Bridge lit up and sprayed intermittent flashes in their direction.
Like ships meeting upon a dark sea, waving to one another.
Or perhaps, a greeting between fellow sufferers.
Compared to the Rainbow Bridge, Heavenly Prison Fortress was hardly in any better condition.
It had endured the terrifying pressure of the main battlefield in the War of All Realms, suffered countless impacts in succession, and had even briefly become the battleground between the Ashen Giant, Titus, and the Black Bird...
The fact that it still retained an intact shell was enough to prove the worth of a Grandmaster.
"Damn Unified Bureau. Whenever they get anything good, they hoard it for themselves. They've been like this for years."
Mikhail, standing atop the central tower, could not help but spit. "See that? Two Grandmasters, four Creators, several thousand scholars and alchemists... and in just a few days, eight massive alchemical workshops have already won repair contracts. They're acting as if it'll be fixed in a few days.
And then what? After we've bled and cried ourselves dry, we can only drag this heap of junk home."
In the central control room,