Several light-years away, the Celestial Supreme sat in the captain's chair on the bridge of the Celestial Fleet's flagship.
Looking at the empty bridge, the Supreme felt a faint sense of loneliness.
But he was used to it.
His clansmen were all asleep. Only a few Martial Saints like himself controlled the entire fleet.
Over the long course of the Celestial Tribe's development, he had endured this kind of lonely voyage hundreds, even thousands, of times.
It had also allowed the Celestial Tribe to grow ever stronger, ruling over eight civilized planets.
All these civilized planets helped the Celestials hunt demons.
The number of demons hunted was a mandatory metric for members of the Cosmic Human Alliance.
If their hunting numbers fell short, they would be kicked out of the Cosmic Human Alliance.
With the strength of eight civilized planets, the Celestials had maintained stable hunting figures, receiving vast quantities of supplies and technical materials from the Cosmic Human Alliance every millennium.
He checked the hunting figures of each civilization.
He found that the hunting data on Blue Star had risen considerably.
That was only natural. The number of demons there had increased, so their hunting figures were bound to rise as well.
At the mention of Blue Star, the Supreme thought again of Lin Feng.
He touched his neck, where a dull pain was beginning to throb again.
His new body had not yet fully fused with him, and it would ache from time to time.
For no reason at all, unease rose in the Supreme's heart.
His heart tightened. At his level of power, no feeling ever arose from thin air.
The Supreme tapped the air before him, and a 3D virtual model of the starry universe immediately appeared.
His hand moved across it, and the model kept