"Long ago, before the Xianzhou ascended into the skies, our ancestors lived on the soil of a certain planet. Just like all of you, the people of the Xianzhou back then were short-lived mortals who rarely lived past a hundred years." Well, yes, although the situation was extremely urgent, at least the most pressing matter—Fu Xuan having already set off to mobilize the troops—was taken care of, so Jing Yuan began his storytelling session.
"The emperor who ruled that realm could not bear the fleeting nature of mortal life, his great enterprise falling into the hands of others after a mere century. Thus, he poured all his efforts into building nine giant ships, setting sail toward distant stars where divine miracles were rumored to have occurred, foolishly seeking the elixir of immortality to preserve his youth forever."
March 7th, who had just been debating whether to interrupt Jing Yuan, found herself completely drawn into the tale. "Did he succeed?"
Chapter 87