Suppression

"You're following us too?"

In the vast Star Field, at the bow of the Cosmic Boat, Jian Wushuang turned to look at the Phoenix Matriarch.

"Of course. We've made a bet, so, of course, I have to follow you and supervise the completion of your side of the bargain," she said leisurely, flames occasionally rising from her long crystal-red hair.

Jian Wushuang shook his head and did not speak anymore.

The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans were on par with each other. Each clan occupied the most ancient and perfect Star Field, and the distance between them was also getting further. Even with the speed of the Cosmic Boat, it would take at least half a year to reach the Star Field of the Qilin clan.

On the way to the Qilin clan, the various Star Fields and Divine Kingdoms had fallen far more quickly than the previous Star Fields, with less than one in ten remaining.