A ghost-like spaceship rushed out of the endless darkness. When it appeared under the starlight, a huge dish-shaped antenna could be seen installed at the tail of the ship.
Inside the ship, Zhang Tianyou excitedly looked at the monitoring screen, which displayed a light dot already very close.
"This time the jump point is precise; the Temporal Stone must be nearby."
Zhang Xiaoyu leaned against the porthole, eyes wide open, staring at the outside starry sky.
"Where is this? Why does it seem so desolate here?"
Zhang Tianyou glanced at the temporal coordinate instrument and casually replied, "We're at the fringe of the center of the Milky Way galaxy. The nearest trade route is several light-years away, so naturally, it's quite desolate."
"Could the Temporal Stone appear in such a place?" Huyue was also full of suspicion.
"Are you questioning my technology?" Zhang Tianyou pouted, visibly displeased.
