"Hey, Zhixing, there's something you need here. I can't confirm it, so you'll have to look through it yourself."
"Alright."
Chen Zhixing took the book from Mo Qingyue's hand.
A book crafted by the World Tree.
A synonym for immortality.
Feeling the faint life pulse emanating from the book, Chen Zhixing opened it without changing his expression.
"Chronology of the Black Blade Race, year 3117 A.D. The extractable resources of Black Blade Star have reached the brink of exhaustion, forcing the empire to turn its gaze to other stars beyond Black Blade Star. May Emperor Haotian bless us."
Black Blade Race?
Emperor Haotian?
"Year 3169 A.D., the first planet mining ship capable of human operation was born. In just fifty-two years, they created a ship capable of navigating within the Star Realm. This is truly a miracle; the Black Blade truly deserves to be a race sheltered by Emperor Haotian."
