Chapter 1370 - A Long Way Home (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Everyone seemed unusually quiet and orderly. Although the atmosphere of inevitable estrangement and mutual vigilance still hung over everyone, at least order was assured. After being teleported by the portal to a place beyond most people’s reach, the strange sight and incredible journey that followed greatly diverted the participants’ attention. They could no longer concentrate on the problems they wanted to think about because even if they put all their energy into understanding and observing the place, it seemed inadequate.

The Petrachelys moored in the exclusive star harbor broke the silent and dull atmosphere slightly. It was a beautiful spaceship. Although it was not as massive as some of the giant civilian transport ships or low-tech warships, they could see that it was a distinctive spaceship from the special port it occupied and the large as well as sophisticated servo facilities near the port. The participants were marveled when they heard that this was the spaceship Hao Ren had arranged for them. However, Hao Ren felt that more than 90% of their attention was on the husky head painted on the ship’s deck…

“It’s a sticker. Have you seen a car sticker?” Hao Ren made a stern effort to explain the husky’s huge head on the ship.

Lily’s big, innocent face stretched across the spaceship in three armor belts, from the sub-battery at the waistline to the engine cover at the stern…

Vivian’s expression remained the same, but she squeezed her voice out through her teeth, “I don’t think you should have been fooled by the doggie in the first place. It would have been better for you to draw anything on the spaceship other than a silly husky face.”

“We are leading a group. Be serious…” said Hao Ren.

Fortunately, no one kept asking what it meant to have a husky head on the spaceship. They embraced the style in surprise and amusement, and some of them even smiled: it was as if they had finally seen something familiar after seeing a lot of incomprehensible things in the cold, strange space station, and the husky’s face had warmed their hearts.

Under Nolan’s guidance, the passengers boarded the spaceship in order under the guiding light. So far, nothing unexpected had happened.

Hao Ren came to the bridge and took a look at the passenger cabin (which was actually the big lounge). After making sure everything was okay inside, he sent a request for the spaceship to leave the station.

“Now it’s time for us to lead the team to witness the miracle,” Hao Ren said, rubbing his hands after giving the signal, looking very confident and proud. “This is a trip I have carefully planned for them. This must be an eye-opener for them…”

As he spoke, the feedback from the guide station at Kuiper station was transmitted to the bridge. “Departure request accepted—special line Z88-1350 confirmed. The Sunset Homecoming Tour Group is leaving Star Harbor now. I repeat, Sunset Homecoming Group is leaving Star Harbor now…”

“Seriously… this name…” Nangong Sanba said, looking at Hao Ren with strange eyes. “You dare say from the bottom of your heart that you’ve carefully planned the trip?”

“Of course. Can you think of a name more memorable than this? And anyway, this kind of informal personal flights do not record in long-term files. So what’s the big deal?”

The others on the bridge kept waving and said, “Okay… Okay… You’re right… You’re right…”

Petrachelys sped away from the gravitational shackles of the Kuiper station and vanished into a mirrored sphere of warped space, leaving a blue glow through space. A recorder at the observation tower of Kuiper station recorded the scene:

“Yyyy-mm-dd, inspector Hao Ren led his Sunset Homecoming Tour Group to embark on a journey. This is the first time that the survivors of the Plane of Dreams have officially returned home after ten thousand years on earth. Although this is a small, short-term return, it marks the biggest advance yet in the Plane of Dreams event. Perhaps we can finally look forward to the lost descendants who have been lost in foreign lands will have a chance to return home. Perhaps today is a new turning point in history…”

Hao Ren was right. Special flights like this would not leave a long-term file in the Data Vault– but it had gone down in history…

But those on the spaceship would not know what the recorder had written. Now they were inside the closed vesicles created by the warping space and hurtling at superluminal speed toward the fissure deep in the universe.

Adnie stayed quietly in the lounge, watching every stranger around her with a wary eye, trying to remember everything she had seen there. She knows that everyone around her is the same, so there was no need for her to hide her attitude or her eyes: rather, this kind of open and aboveboard wariness was one of the conditions to ensure ‘peace’.

She was a silver witch who took refuge in a South American vampire priory as a high counselor and mentor. ‘Silver witch’ was a special term for a true member of the ancient gods. Adnie’s memory went back to ancient Sumerian times. She was also the patron saint of a city in Mesopotamia during the barbaric civilization. But those glory days are long gone. Now she was bored and depressed by the fragmentary memory of the sand-stained city-states and the ruins of the old cities that fell and burned. Perhaps in order to relieve this boring life, she agreed to participate in the journey.

Now she was looking curiously at the place and the strange members of the team.

The werewolves from South America, it seemed, were the Ebben boys, loud and frivolous as ever.

Vampires from Europe were dull, dark and unsmiling. Everyone, except for Hessiana, was basically having a zombie-like face, but they called it the elegance and reserve of a gentleman.

The Runic Dwarves from Australia, who were aware of the danger before the end of Mythological Age, built a ship to escape from the center of the vortex and lived in seclusion underground. If they had not left Northern Europe so early, the Aesirian may have held on a little longer.

The sirens from the deep sea—this mysterious race had actually appeared, and their queen appeared in person. That Katreina and her entourage were probably the only happy ones here. They were not involved in the wars, nor were they involved in any of the fights. Sometimes she really envied those who lived in the deep sea and stood aloof from worldly affairs.

And them, the demon hunters from the North Pole…

Adnie’s gaze inevitably fell on the demon hunters. They sat at the other end of the room, in distinct circles from almost all other creatures. They were surrounded by an invisible energy field that even the fiercest werewolves would not look in that direction. However, these demon hunters seemed to be somewhat different in Adnie’s impression.