There were two people aboard the ship.
Or rather, two humanoid intelligent beings.
They were far larger than ordinary humans, standing nearly ten feet tall. Their dark blue skin had a metallic matte sheen beneath the starlight. Two short, curved horns grew from their foreheads, their tips slightly white, as though worn smooth by long years. Their amber pupils were vertical slits that naturally narrowed into fine lines in the darkness, like a feline's instinctive response to catching light.
One was particularly burly, with shoulders as broad as door panels. Dark markings covered his thick arms, resembling either innate totems or the traces left by scars healed after countless battles.
He stood at the bow with his arms folded, his sharp gaze sweeping the void ahead. A flicker of vigilance occasionally flashed through his slit pupils.
The other sat in the cockpit. He was somewhat leaner, though his frame was still considerably larger than an ordinary human's. His hands rested on a crystal sphere glowing blue, all ten fingers sliding slowly over its surface. Each movement brought a slight adjustment to the ship's course.
The crystal sphere appeared to be some sort of control core. The luminous patterns flowing across its surface maintained a subtle synchronization with the hum of the ship's engines.
Chen Xuan's saintly perception swept over their energy fluctuations, passing silently through the void like a breeze brushing the surface of water.
Their cultivation was clear: the half-saint realm. They had already condensed world prototypes within their bodies, but had yet to incorporate world will, leaving them stuck at that final threshold.
Within the Primordial Yellow Great World, on some of its weaker continents, they would have been powerful enough to reign as supreme ancestors and rule over a region.
Yet in this expanse of stars, they