Predecessor!

Haixi Seat, Muchuan Seat, Songchang Seat...

Against the backdrop of the deep, silent universe, the grim Iron-Gray Torrent tore through the veil of space-time again and again, passing through one Wormhole Tunnel after another and traversing Supergalactic Cluster after Supergalactic Cluster.

The preset Wormhole Tunnels became bridges across natural chasms. Starlight stretched into slender bands of flowing light, flashing past both sides of the hull like lightning before being swallowed once more by eternal darkness.

Throughout the journey, the Iron-Gray Fleet never stopped, nor did it need to.

Outside every Wormhole Tunnel Node, Pioneer Fleets from the local Supergalactic Clusters had long been prepared, gathering like streams converging into rivers.

Starships carrying people of different ages and trades, yet all harboring the same dream of pioneering, silently merged into the Steel Torrent. Led by the Sinking Iron, they sailed in mighty procession toward Pioneer Constellation No. 269, toward the [Sinking Iron Barrier]...

In the blink of an eye, ten years passed.

Inside the Sinking Iron's bridge, the Star Chart glittered at the center of the console. The Green Light Dots representing the fleet had nearly completed the entire route and were inching closer to their destination.

Li Qingshan glanced at the flowing light outside the window and could not help shaking his head with a sigh.

"This escort mission has really been easy!"

Song Mo, standing beside him, had long grown accustomed to this and explained, "Supervisor Guard, this is perfectly normal. The fleet's entire voyage has been within our territory, and the Wormhole Tunnels are under Network coverage. Naturally, no Alien Races would dare come charging in headfirst..."

"What nonsense!" Tang Yetian frowned and interrupted him.

"Escorting a Pioneer Fleet is no routine affair. We must be even less careless!"

As he spoke, he pointed at the vast