Ye Qianyan stood on the wreckage of the starship, the dark spiritual power gradually fading in his palm. Behind him were the figures of his companions, and in the distance was the glimmer of a new civilization. He finally understood: the strongest power is never the crack that tears the battlefield apart, but the belief in "protection". The interstellar storm is still brewing, but as long as there are people willing to work together, there is no abyss that cannot be crossed.
