"Wait, why would the survivors move onto the Celestial Patrol?" Honglian's voice suddenly rose eight pitches, "What are you planning to do!? Are you planning a great migration of races?"
"It's hard for me to explain, but you'll naturally understand the reason once the ascension begins," Will said indifferently. "Please believe me, this is not a bad thing. Compared to being directly thrown into the vast cosmos, having a temporary place of refuge is the mercy of our Lord."
While speaking, the Water Strider had already climbed to the top of the machine, transitioning from a vertical climb to a horizontal run.
From the top layer of the "city machine," the view was breathtakingly different.
These machines almost maintained the same height, appearing like a vast metal plain. The distant light, blocked by a sandstorm, was evenly spilled over this plain, reflecting the unique silver-white and orange-red gleam of metal, giving an inexplicable warm feeling.
