Two years had quickly passed since the New Human Fleet set off again.
Due to the fleet moving faster than light, the information observed was significantly delayed, so people had no way of detecting any anomalies occurring at the Dyson Sphere.
This was indeed a regrettable fact: in the Universe, the speed of light, the speed at which information travels, is akin to a sluggishly slow snail. And since humans could not connect to the Milky Way's Superluminal Communication network, they were almost completely ignorant about events happening outside. This unknown factor transformed to a certain degree into pressure, increasing people's work efficiency.
"Phew, we've finally reached the first destination!"
Zhang Yuan looked at the various astronomical data in front of him, feeling somewhat sentimental, "Who knows what kind of surprise the Half-sphere Civilization has deliberately invited us here to prepare?"
