Eighteen adjustments, eighteen test flights.
The entire experiment project spanned five years, finally achieving its goal at this moment.
No one expected, including Ying Zijin, that within five years, they would actually develop the Universe Wastewood.
Ying Zijin's expression slightly tensed, her voice lowered: "I'm on my way."
Ending the call, her fingers were still trembling slightly.
For the first time, she felt this way, as if a thousand languages were pressed against her lips, yet unable to be spoken.
Fu Yunshen naturally heard this, he held her trembling hand, lowered his head, touched her forehead: "Yaoyao, congratulations."
Her dream had come true.
Three minutes later, Ying Zijin calmed down, she chuckled softly: "Yes, it wasn't easy."
There are indeed two ways to open the cosmic channel.
One is like before, sacrificing soul and life to forcibly perform a ritual.
The other is using technology to jump through space to another universe.
