Leaving aside large warships, Spirit Bone Frigates and Destroyers had long since become standard equipment for exploration and patrol teams in the Psionic Realm. Even now, in this sea of mist, nimble Spirit Bone Warships darted back and forth through the psionic fog, appearing and disappearing from sight.
He glanced over the slowly churning sea of psionic mist and raised the scepter in his hand. An immense divine power poured into it. Under the influence of this powerful Civilization Relic, a vast psionic vortex appeared in the sea of mist.
The tranquil sea of mist was torn apart, and a colossal passage slowly emerged. The vortex swallowed the immense quantities of psionic energy around it, and a section of the Webway gradually took shape.
To accommodate warships, this section of the Webway was enormous, with a diameter exceeding 30,000 kilometers—large enough for an entire Ark World to pass through.
As the Webway took shape, boundless psionic energy was drawn in. The farther the passage extended, the wider the area from which it drew energy became, eventually forming a powerful Psionic Storm.
The anomaly soon attracted the attention of a patrol fleet. A group of Spirit Bone Warships fought against the current, rapidly closing in on the great vortex.
"Turn back. I'm here." A majestic voice echoed in the depths of everyone's mind aboard the ships.
The crew were still startled by the psionic transmission when the priest aboard fell to the floor in ecstatic reverence. "Praise the great God Emperor! You are like the sun, illuminating the entire dark Milky Way Galaxy!"
This small interruption did nothing to derail Lin Zhichen's plan to construct the Webway. His avatar entered the passage, raised the scepter, and continued extending it deeper into space-time.
The speed of Webway construction depended on its user.