From this perspective, the Singer Civilization's actions had instead further stimulated the development of civilization. For humanity, that wasn't a bad thing."
Whether they wanted to destroy the Singer Civilization or flee the Milky Way Galaxy, both would require a long time to prepare. After observing the current situation in the Three-Body Universe, the Gods soon turned their attention to what was right in front of them.
"Ever since the Webway connected the two universes, the development of the Psionic Realm has gone beyond anything we imagined." Conilia guided the Gods' gaze toward a corner of the Misty Sea.
It was only tens of thousands of kilometers from the nearest Psionic Continent, deep inside territory controlled by the Empire. Large fleets patrolled there every day, making the area relatively safe.
What caught the Gods' attention was a massive Engineering Fleet. They were constantly shaping spirit bone, and an enormous megastructure was taking form at incredible speed.
"It's an Agricultural World! A few days ago, an engineer had a sudden inspiration. Since living space is so precious in the Psionic Realm, why couldn't we build our own? Space Stations, Starports, Space Fortresses—even Hive Worlds!"
Conilia sighed. "A technological breakthrough often brings a whole series of changes, some of which we can't even anticipate beforehand."
What was most precious in the Psionic Realm? A place to settle down.
The place was filled with the Misty Sea. Finding an island was a matter of luck, let alone a Psionic Continent. The Empire had so many continents purely because it had enough Gaia Planets to project a correspondingly large number of them.
Yet those colonial continents had continued to develop, producing vast numbers of starships and freeing up huge amounts of manpower for exploration of the Misty Sea. Only after searching almost every inch