Patrol the Heavens and Slay Evil, the hundredth year.
Moya Seat Supergalactic Cluster, outskirts.
Against the deep, boundless curtain of the cosmos, a massive, shadowy vortex slowly turned, like the eye of the Stellar Sea.
This was the Wormhole Tunnel connecting distant Star Domains—the Moya Star Gate.
At this moment, it was swallowing and disgorging a torrent of bustling interstellar traffic.
Vast fleets of cargo ships emerged first, their hulls branded with the insignias of trade giants from different Star Domains, loaded to the brim with herbs gathered from various Star Realms, mineral resources, and all manner of precision-crafted Modules exclusive to Mecha Masters.
The flow of Passenger Starships followed close behind, each vessel of differing design carrying passengers of every kind.
There were interstellar travelers who had crossed countless light-years just to glimpse the splendor of Moya;
young prodigies who had traversed the Stellar Sea, intending to train in some specific Star Realm within Moya Seat;
elders of Lineages carrying immense fortunes, hoping to seek some rare treasure within Moya Seat;
and even Councilors from other Supergalactic Clusters, occupied with official duties and rushing to Moya Seat for meetings and exchanges;
They differed in identity, age, and cultivation to the point of being worlds apart, yet at this moment, without exception, everyone stood before the Portholes, eagerly gazing out at the vast Stellar Sea unique to Moya Seat...
Suddenly,
Bzzz—!
The void trembled. A long rift cut through the boundless Stellar Sea, reflected in everyone's eyes.
In an instant, every onlooker frowned, displeasure surfacing on their faces.
The rift did not truly span the Stellar Sea. It was only because it was so close that it occupied their entire field of vision.
"Hyperspace Jump?!"
"Starship traffic near a Star Gate is enormous. Hyperspace disturbances are strictly forbidden.