Zhang Ming was truly exhausted. This weariness of the soul was a wound accumulated over a century of travel.
He might not be able to heal without returning to his homeland.
"In that case, we won't insist... We'll have plenty of opportunities to stay in touch in the future, anyway!"
"I should still have two thousand years left to live. We'll definitely meet again."
Gangduo lowered his voice and said with a smile, "Speaking of which, the first trade ships our Honggang Civilization sent toward the Snake People and humans should be arriving soon."
"The century-long period of rapid development brought about by the Demon God's fall is about to end. There may be quite a long interval before the second fleet of trade ships."
"One day, I might personally lead a trading fleet to Earth. But after this ordeal, many of the old fellows have probably developed an aversion to travel. They'll never go voyaging again."
"I asked them, and that's indeed the case. It's only human nature. I understand." Zhang Ming sighed as well. "Once I've recovered, I'll come visit you in your world. I can find the general direction through that Furnace Communicator, right?"
"That's right. You can contact us anytime." Gangduo waved to the adjutant beside him. "Is Mr. Zhang's ship ready?"
"It's ready, Admiral!"
They entered the cargo hold and took a close look.
It was a brand-new Steamship. Taking comfort, speed, stability, and maintenance into account, its deck covered roughly 120 square meters, and it had three levels in total.
Its core power source was the Furnace Perpetual Motion Machine, which resembled a condensed Water Cube and gave off a mesmerizing red glow.
The corpse of any supernatural monster could serve as fuel in this furnace, so running out of energy was essentially not