Many days earlier.
Every warship in the universe had been locked down, becoming coffins suspended in space.
Chen Ya and the other five immortals came to the breach in the transfer station and gazed at the distant warships, remaining silent for a long time.
The words Zhao Layue had left before communications shut down still echoed in their minds.
The most important problem in this world was-distance.
After ascending from Chaotian Continent, they had been received by the Founding Patriarch and General Li and brought into this entirely new interstellar civilization. The whole process had been smooth, the transition utterly natural, and they had never thought about these things.
Using the Quantum Superluminal Communication System, Chen Ya contacted their fellow cultivators who had been heading toward the Jialei Passage and were now forced to remain where they were, confirming their safety and locations.
"What do we do now?" the Black-Clad Yaoxian named Gu Zuo asked coldly. "Just wait here?"
The other Black-Clad Yaoxian was his elder brother, Gu You. He said expressionlessly, "Wait to die?"
"They still can't control the warships in combat," Chen Ya said expressionlessly. "We still have a chance."
"But the Capital Planet is so far away. How do we kill her?" another immortal asked.
"I told you, Jing Jiu and Snow Ji are going to the Ancestral Star, and those people also intend to harm the Founding Patriarch, so we have to go to the Ancestral Star too."
Chen Ya's thinking had always been simple, making his conclusions more likely to approach the truth.
Gu Zuo sneered. "We don't have a ship. How do we get there? Without using a Curvature-Rate Channel, how many years would it take us to fly tens of thousands of light-years? We'd die along the way and finally drift to the