Time flew by.
In the blink of an eye, another hundred years had passed.
Yong'an Calendar, Year 2135.
The outskirts of the Ruin Domain, Forward Base No. 125.
This place had once been a ruin, discovered by an exploration team several centuries ago and subsequently developed in a series of projects.
After centuries of development and construction, it had now become a Void base of considerable scale. However, since it was not near Tianhe, relatively few exploration teams passed through it in ordinary times, and goods did not circulate frequently. Its development had therefore been slow, and it was nowhere near as prosperous as the larger exploration bases.
But things were different now.
Because a Divine Son's palace had appeared within the base.
This Divine Son's palace had been hastily erected from salvaged construction materials. Yet despite its rushed construction, its overall scale was still considerable. From the outside, it looked imposing and magnificent, without the slightest hint of shabbiness.
At this moment.
Inside the Divine Son's palace.
Young Master Yunhe was sitting leisurely in an exquisitely crafted spiritwood chair.
With no one else around, he could not be bothered to maintain the demeanor of a refined young gentleman. He slouched bonelessly in his chair, brows faintly furrowed, his face carrying an air of exhaustion and dejection.
"These rustic natives are going too far. They can't accomplish anything, but when it comes to scrounging money, they're first in line." He was in a terrible mood and could not help rambling complaints at an elderly man beside him.
A hundred years had passed since Young Master Yunhe and the Wang Clan's "Ancestor Tianyan" had painted each other a grand vision. Even the palace had been built.
Yet that damned old fool had agreed readily enough on the surface, only to drag