The enormous transport fleet vanished through the stargate. Just the finished alloys and assorted materials and components that could be seen being consumed would have been enough to pile up into several planets. There was even more that couldn't be seen.
After searching through a vast amount of information, Lin Zhichen had formed a general impression of the so-called Secret Weapon. He resumed searching through the Fate Line.
This method involved sifting through countless fragments of fate from the past two hundred years, finding those closest to his goal, then making one judgment after another to draw nearer to the final answer.
"There are at least three hundred transit systems for supplies and personnel, scattered along this route across the Mondevili Galactic Arm. Their final destination points to..."
This time, the scene he saw brought him closer to the answer than before. From among countless clues, he had even managed to pinpoint, from afar, the region of space where the so-called Secret Weapon was located.
This time, he didn't rely on fate-sensing again. His figure vanished from the Material Realm, then reappeared in High-Dimensional Space-Time, arriving directly at one of the former transit systems.
The stargate had been destroyed, and even its remains had, over the past two hundred years, become indistinguishable from the surrounding debris.
The transit station had been cleared out thoroughly. At least with technological methods, it was nearly impossible to find traces of its former existence. Clearly, the high-level Civilization's personnel had taken special care to clean it up when they withdrew.
But Lin Zhichen was different. Drawing on traces that remained in the past, he followed the Fate Line to find the locations beyond the stargates. As he "looked" through them one by one, a clear trajectory emerged on the star map.
"The tail end