Deep Space Star Sea, Space Fortress.
Shang Jianyue's figure coalesced on the bridge.
The bridge, once full of docked starships, was now empty and desolate, deathly silent.
With an expressionless face, Shang Jianyue walked on the bridge, outside the portholes on both sides, many shattered stars could be seen floating.
Blue Star on the left, Moon on the right.
The air was filled with a thick smell of blood, the ground stained with pools of indistinct blood, bloody handprints left on the walls from scrapes and strikes.
"Is this the price of gazing upon Him?"
Shang Jianyue shook his head.
Strictly speaking, these people were all his descendants, blood relations.
But that was all there was to it.
Regarding their deaths, Shang Jianyue felt no emotional fluctuation.
He continued to walk forward.
This bridge was the only passage to the strategic command room.
Shang Jianyue chose to teleport here as a precaution.
