The Supreme gave a disdainful smile. "What an ant trying to shake a tree!
But Mixed-bloods have astonishing potential. We can't simply leave them unchecked."
The Supreme rose to his feet, passed through a corridor, and entered the warship's bridge.
The Supreme sat in the broad seat at the center of the bridge, gazing out at the deep starry expanse of the universe.
At that moment, the Supreme felt a faint ache throughout his body. His newly condensed physical form was still not fully compatible with his soul.
The Supreme thought of Lin Feng.
It was all that brat Lin Feng's fault. He had destroyed his physical body.
A Lan had protected that brat and sent him into reincarnation. He did not know whether Lin Feng had been reborn.
Even if he had reincarnated, it did not matter. Unless he broke through to Quasi-Martial Saint, he would not awaken the memories of his previous life.
There were only six Quasi-Martial Saint slots in Great Void, and they had long since been decided.
Among the many human clans ruled by the Celestials,
the Divine Land people had been discovered relatively late, yet they were the most gifted clan.
Thinking of the brilliantly talented Lin Feng, the Supreme became somewhat more wary of the Divine Land people.
He reached out and pressed a button on the seat.
The porthole turned into a large screen, and the War God's image appeared upon it.
The Supreme asked, "How much longer until we reach Blue Star?"
The War God said, "Another eleven hundred years.
After eight hundred years of travel, the fleet will begin to decelerate.
Deceleration will take roughly three hundred years."
"I understand."
After speaking, the Supreme shifted his eyes, and Snow God's image appeared on the large screen.
The Supreme said, "Snow