The war has ended.
Ended extremely abruptly.
Nia Star System.
No more Insect Race Civilization, the Insect Race Civilization officially declared extinct.
Just...
A new journey begins again.
...
"..."
Accompanied by Biaozi and others, Chen Mang walked on this brown-red soil planet, surrounded by barren scenery, only a slowly rotating black hole stood not far away.
No gravitational force.
No spatial fluctuations.
Calling it a black hole, it was more like a deep, pitch-black wormhole.
He took out a token from his pocket and tossed it into the black hole. Soon, a faint light film covered the group. This was their passport; without this light film, they would be instantly torn apart by strong spatial forces upon entry.
"Let's go."
With a cane in hand, Chen Mang stepped towards the black hole first, while the train transformed into a brooch pinned to his chest, and the round-top hat sat steadily on his head.
The experience was completely different from traversing a wormhole.
