Above the Starsea!
The Imperial Bell gleamed with a brilliant brass-colored luster, crossing the Starsea with an ancient, weighty presence.
It passed over the battlefield ruins within the Solar System, over interstellar battlefields ablaze with cannon fire, and through the Subordinate Civilizations locked in a free-for-all, descending into the ruined Clock Star System and arriving beside Jiang Yang.
The Starsea was azure, and the Milky Way shone.
The Imperial Bell hovered quietly in the void, awaiting its master's command.
Jiang Yang reached out to stroke the Imperial Bell's wall and said with a smile.
"Little Bell, you've fought alongside me for so many years. Today, I'll grant you a great blessing!"
The Imperial Bell trembled slightly, not quite understanding.
Seeing its reaction, Jiang Yang smiled and shook his head, then looked beyond the Clock Star System.
After a period of free-for-all fighting, the war among the Subordinate Civilizations was nearing its end.
In this free-for-all, the fleets of nearly three-quarters of the Clock Tower's former Subordinate Civilizations had been destroyed, their people slain and their races wiped out.
Almost all the remaining Subordinate Civilizations had suffered a grievous blow to their strength, but fortunately, they had survived after all.
Jiang Yang would keep his word to these Subordinate Civilizations: after they served Human Civilization for a hundred million years, he would set them free.
However, the Milky Way Galaxy was Human Civilization's own private preserve and could not be given to them as a place to live.
These Subordinate Civilizations might have to endure the hardship of living aboard starships for some time longer.
Within the Solar System, the human powerhouses who still had strength to spare saw the Imperial Bell's movements and stepped into the void, looking up at the Starsea toward Jiang Yang.
Under countless gazes, they saw