In the exclamations of the Immortal Cultivators of the Business Alliance of Ten Thousand Sectors, the black ripples expanded larger and larger, gradually turning from intangible waves into concrete lumps. When the lumps were connected, they almost filled up the whole hologram of the space zone.
A series of numbers ran down like a waterfall, suggesting that thousands of massive objects had appeared out of nowhere. It was impossible to detect the specific number at all.
In the boundless sea of stars, irregular gaps that were darker than abysses and muddier than swamps were ripped apart. Narrow, long glittering streams of materials and information spurted out of the gaps, congregating into their forms in the three-dimensional world.
The space warships that had been armed to teeth surfaced like whales. The emblem of the Imperium and the sigil of the four families glowed with each other, emanating devastating brilliance.