In the vastness of outer space, a massive fleet, with its cold metallic sheen, soared like a steel cloud, descending rapidly towards the New World. Wang Xuan sat in the command room, introspecting, his gaze fixed on the Nurturing Furnace. Had it sensed something, causing its disturbance? 0

“If the top figures among the Immortals return, you must not act rashly in their presence, or it could spell disaster,” he spoke sternly. If beings like Zheng Yuantian or the Red Garbed Demoness discovered this treasure in his possession, they would surely hunt him relentlessly.0

The departure of the Zhong family, abandoning the New World to venture into deep space, was akin to an earthquake and a tsunami, sending shockwaves across the world. There was no bigger news than this. The super-wealthy Zhong family, without a backward glance, had embarked on a journey to the cosmic depths.0

The Zhong family’s enterprises spanned various industries. Despite professional managers at the helm and a few family members staying behind, their departure still created a tempestuous storm. Both psychologically and in reality, there hadn’t been a more significant impact in recent times.0

Deep space detectors captured the fleet’s departure – the cold warships, the immense fleet, silently venturing far. The footage was brief, the ships soon reduced to mere specks against the vast backdrop of space, before disappearing into the cosmic void.0

“Old Zhong… has fled!” someone murmured, not particularly surprised, as it was quite characteristic of Zhong Yong...0