"Swish."
In the pitch-black Void Zone, a warship glowing with flowy lights was speeding forward.
In the Aurora warship, Merlin's eyes were shut, his consciousness buried deep in the Illusory World. Ever since he had detached a small portion of the Illusory World, it had been slightly affected, so he had to mend it.
"Finally mended!"
Merlin heaved a long breath of relief. He did not expect that detaching such a small portion of the Illusory World would have such a huge impact. He had to spend a very long time to mend it completely.
Presently, the Illusory Tribe Civilization had progressed past their mother star and was beginning to conquer several other planets. Following the progress of the Illusory Tribe Civilization, the Illusory World would also gradually be perfected. Then one day, the Illusory World would not merely be a Mind Power construct but no different than a real world.