Four months later.
Earth Calendar, year 3622.
Outside the Kepler-452 Stellar System.
With a mild spacetime fluctuation, an enormous fleet abruptly appeared in the deathly silent expanse of space.
The next instant, small meteorites ahead of the fleet were pulverized, reduced to mere specks of dust in the vast universe.
At the same time, a tachyon message raced toward the stellar system ahead.
Four months aboard the fleet had given the Talodans a general understanding of Human Civilization's way of life.
Human culture had seeped into the Talodan Civilization through every nook and cranny with unstoppable momentum.
After learning about Human Civilization's history in particular, the Talodan Civilization had become filled with profound reverence for it.
To them, the entire history of Human Civilization was an extraordinarily tragic and magnificent epic.
If Human Civilization's development was a glass of strong liquor, then the Talodan Civilization's history of over ten thousand years was a glass of plain, unremarkable water.
They could hardly imagine how Human Civilization had grown from a weak level one civilization into the powerful level five civilization it was today in just 1,600 years!
Even harder to imagine were the many crises Human Civilization had faced over those 1,600 years.
To these black-and-white furballs, even the initial Sun Crisis would have been enough to snuff out that civilization in its cradle, let alone those wars against civilizations far stronger than itself!
Precisely because of this, the beginnings of another faith had quietly emerged within the Talodan Civilization.
The object of that faith was, naturally, Human Civilization.
And as the central figure throughout those 1,600 years of history, Lü Yongchang had become deeply etched into the Talodans' minds, even though they had yet to meet him.
Given time, the seeds of faith were bound to sprout within the