So, even though the Pilgrim was supposed to be pushed beyond its limits, it accelerated just like that, before the engine's revolutions had even reached the next stage.
Fortunately, they hadn't been completely left behind by the majestic, headstrong procession of the sky whales.
"So, was all of this part of your calculations?" Captain Nemo looked back at Yu Lian on the bridge, only to see that the commander had already closed his eyes to rest.
Just then, the navigator brought over his latest analysis. "Our speed remains steady. We can confirm the direction of the gravity river's flow. There's definitely a gravity well at five o'clock."
Before he had finished speaking, guided by the radiant silhouette of the space sky whale, all the whales turned into specks of light in an instant and disappeared into the distance.
Their jumps were so smooth, as if they were sailing along the broadest of channels.
Next, the river of light formed by the Tiyangkai and the gravity current stretched into a luminous band beside the invisible gravitational vortex, gliding away into the distance.
They kept following the sky whales. This was no longer merely pilgrims following their deity; it was closer to instinct in the biological sense.
In some circumstances, instinctive behavior could possess a divinity more radiant and solemn than religious ritual.
The chief science officer murmured, "At first, I thought the Tiyangkai were migratory birds. How did they turn into lemmings?"
Of course, some people were swept up by this spectacular sight, while others always considered things from a practical perspective. Captain Nemo, for instance, frowned and pondered. "...I remember there aren't any routes in the Abyss Nebula that can accommodate a large fleet."
"That's right. Every gravity well we've encountered along the way has been extremely narrow. This one..."