One day later.
Yongsha Star was already completely empty.
All the indigenous people of Yongsha Star, under Punk's organization and arrangement, passed through the Shuttle Gate and arrived at Blue Star.
For them, this was a massive migration.
They carried their speculations, longings, and fantasies for the unknown land as they crossed that gate which would change their destiny.
Next to their ears was the High Priest Mass's soft murmur: "Suffering will eventually dissipate, lamentation will cease, the scattered misfortune will be abolished, that is the bright future belonging to the Yongsha Star People."
Punk and Han Zhan were the last to leave.
Before leaving, Punk turned back for one last glance at what lay behind.
"What a pity, the Future Capital that was built with such difficulty." He sighed with deep emotion.
Han Zhan patted him on the shoulder, "Don't be so regretful, once you pass through this door, you will see what the real 'Future Capital' is."
