The battleship, cloaked in shadows, pierced through the shimmering veil of the Western Cosmos. Leaving behind the fiery hues of the Eastern realm, Wang Jian and his harem entered a galaxy painted in softer, cooler tones. Starfields glittered like scattered diamonds on velvet, and nebulae swirled in pastel shades of blue, silver, and lavender. It was a cosmos of ethereal beauty, a stark contrast to the raw, passionate energy of the East.
"So, this is the Western Cosmos," Xinqiao murmured, gazing out at the breathtaking vista from the battleship's panoramic window. "It's…gentler, isn't it?"
Yujia nodded, her eyes wide with wonder. "It feels…calmer. Less…intense than home."
Han Chenyu and Jingyi Zhumin, nestled closer to Wang Jian, simply leaned against him, their gazes fixed on the swirling nebulae, their thoughts unreadable. Wang Jian, however, was less interested in the cosmic scenery and more focused on his impending conquest.
