The stars in the Local Group followed no particular spatial distribution. They formed neither a sphere nor a disk, but several large starfields, dense at their centers and scattered at their edges.
Naturally, this had to do with the great explosion at the end of the Ancient Civilization, or rather, with the countless stars the gods had ignited.
Chaotian Continent lay on one side of the Sea-Seal Nebula, while the Ancestral Star lay much farther away on the other. The Scorpion Tail Nebula and Gali Passage were in another, entirely unrelated starfield. With the effects of those curvature-rate voids added in, the entire star system had a complex, scattered structure, making the very notion of a place one had to pass through difficult to apply.
At least, traveling from the Administrative Capital Planet to the Ancestral Star did not require passing through Star Gate Base.
Over Thirty Thousand Warships were heading toward the Ancestral Star, subduing those administrative planets that still harbored thoughts of resistance along the way.
No one had expected the commander of this enormous fleet, the Galaxy Alliance's current ruler, Zhao Layue, to arrive at Star Gate Base without a sound.
The Star Gate Priestess had already set off for the Capital Planet, taking Bishop Taiyang, Clan Chief Xia, and more than ten thousand other attendants with her. After meeting up with Zhong Lizi, she would begin reassuring the believers, while also competing with the other priestesses for the extremely important god-release authority.
Zhao Layue had no one she needed to meet. Amid the middle-aged man's startled cries, she jumped straight into the fissure.
The wind howled, tangling her messy short hair even further, while the air inside the fissure constantly changed in temperature and humidity. Before long, she landed on a broken streetlamp behind the district,