Alien Hotel.

Chapter 685 Arrival
Deep within the distant Hermitage's controlled territory, a distorted light curtain suddenly appeared in the dark space. The light curtain rippled like water, and then countless spatial rifts of varying sizes radiated outwards, tearing apart a small area of ​​spacetime. A massive black and red warship "fell" from the shattered, warped space into the physical universe, and then accelerated towards the vibrant home planet "Sacred Realm" not far away.

The high-ranking priest standing in the control hall of the "Dark Star" cruiser let out a long sigh of relief. The system alarms in his ears gradually subsided, and sweat slightly dampened his robes. A sense of joy at the imminent completion of his mission gradually rose in his heart.

Another white-robed priest breathed a long sigh of relief, saying with gratitude, "The Hyperlight Core is stabilizing. Praise be to the sage—I almost thought we would get lost in hyperspace."

"Check the status of the containment pods," another voice said from the side.

"The containment chamber is functioning normally, and the force field box is still operating—the 'Angel Catalyst' inside has finally quieted down."

"I never expected it to interfere with the engine so much... Even though we were completely isolated from the surroundings, it still managed to deviate from our course without us noticing..."

"This is probably the power of Angel Catalyst - this is what a truly highly active catalyst should be like."

"Is that right?"

"Without a doubt, the real thing is more potent..."

Hearing the conversation behind him, the high-ranking priest, dressed in a white robe with gold trim, smiled faintly.

During the process of transporting the "Angel Catalyst" back to the home planet from the border stargate, the spaceship encountered a series of accidents, both large and small, in hyperspace—from reading some strange noises from the antenna system to dangerous deviations and "field vibrations" in the faster-than-light engine, the journey was fraught with peril.

However, these unexpected events, both big and small, actually put everyone on board at ease.

All of this was undoubtedly due to the "rock" placed in the containment chamber—its powerful force had been trying to break through containment, and had even successfully interfered with the ship's navigation system in the latter half of the voyage.

This proves that the goods are genuine, and everyone's last bit of doubt can be dispelled.

If everything goes smoothly, then people will really start to have doubts. As for now... all I can say is that it truly lives up to its reputation as a highly active angel catalyst; it's incredibly potent.

"Entered the home planet identification zone and received communication from the orbital defense fortress."

The high-ranking priest nodded: "Connect."

In the center of the hall, a holographic projection of the homeworld's defense commander appeared above a large communication platform. The Cleric officer, dressed in a dark gold short robe, nodded slightly in the image: "This is the Starfortress 'Radiant Rock,' reporting the situation."

"This is the cruiser 'Philosopher's Stone'. The ship identification code and mission covert code have been issued. Our ship was ordered to transport 'catalyst' back from the border and has now successfully returned."

A moment later, a smile appeared on the officer's face in the holographic projection: "Welcome back, compatriots—the day of the foundation laying has arrived, and the glory belongs to you and me."

"Glory belongs to you and me—"

……

Deep within the sacred hall, a blond man in a platinum robe, surrounded by a soft glow, leaned against the armrest of his chair, one hand supporting his forehead as if he were in a light sleep. Two indistinct, luminous "living saints" stood silently on either side of the chair, their powerful spiritual energy resonating spontaneously, producing a faint, melodious sound like wind chimes that echoed softly in the magnificent hall.

Suddenly, the "Holy Throne" on the chair opened its eyes.

He looked up at the sky—the message had not yet been transmitted back to the surface from the space station, but his gaze seemed to pierce through the layers of palace domes and the thick atmosphere, staring straight at the dark star cruiser that was turning around to enter the atmosphere.

“They’re back,” the blond man said softly. “Do you hear that? That door… it’s resonating and cheering with the catalyst in space. The real key has finally reached its destined place.”

The two "living saints" bowed slightly, and a pleasant psychic resonance echoed in the air.

“The Gate of Eden has begun to grow spontaneously, and this will be its peak of activity—we must guard the Holy Forge and the Rift Generator during this time,” the blond man rose from his chair and stepped down the stairs. “But now… we must first go and meet the ‘Key’.”

The two "living saints" followed silently behind the Holy Throne. They passed through the main hall and corridors, and across the long bridge that hung above the mountains outside the palace. Gradually, more priests emerged from the halls. They had just received a message from the space station and had spontaneously gathered together, then followed the "Holy Throne" without prior arrangement.

The procession grew larger and larger, yet maintained a kind of sacred silence, with only the sound of footsteps and the rustling of robes echoing across the long bridge atop the mountain.

The Holy See turned slightly and glanced at the followers behind him.

Some were young, some were old, some were his original followers, and some were rising stars who had only recently been promoted—but he could name them all.

Of those who initially followed him to this planet, only a handful remain. The Holy See let out a soft sigh and waved his hand.

The barrier enveloping the temple area vanished silently in an instant. The mountain wind howled across the long bridge, and the cold wind whipped the priests' robes. Many people instinctively wrapped their clothes tighter in the sudden chill. Some looked up at the throne in surprise and confusion, only to see a gentle smile.

“Keep going,” the blond man said softly, his voice echoing through the mountains, “just like the day we first arrived on this cold, cursed planet—the day of the second foundation laying has come, my fellow countrymen, keep going.”

The group then continued along the long bridge toward the starship docking platform.

Between the towering palace walls, nestled among countless magnificent sculptures and ornate pillars, servants, bound by mental shackles, humbly bowed their heads, trembling as they paid homage to their "masters" walking on the long bridge. Brass knights clad in armor stood silently in the wind, their ceremonial shawls fluttering behind them. Meanwhile, the artificial saintesses who commanded the knightly order hid in the shadows of the palace, watching the procession of priests on the long bridge with smiles on their faces.

The cold wind blew over the high walls, over the knights' hollow armor and those magnificent rooftops, howling and wailing, like a grand yet distorted chorus of cheers.

Across the entire planet, an unseen force is expanding and stirring, and within the Sacred Realm worldwide, the order of spacetime has begun to distort…

Near a distant frontier stargate, the Alien Inn is hidden inside a gravitational fault. The ship's own camouflage field, combined with the local gravitational environment, distorts the distant starlight, ensuring that no one will notice the colossal vessel lurking there.

Yu Sheng and his group had been staying in this "hiding place" for several days, and the waiting time had exceeded their initial estimate.

Eileen had been incredibly bored for the past two days—not that she had nothing to do, after all, this guy had six mass-produced bodies, four spare bodies at home, and Yu Sheng could open the door anytime to let her wander around to various places, so the little doll's life was quite fulfilling every day, but no matter how fulfilling it was... it couldn't stop the anxiety brought on by "waiting".

Inside the spaceship's rest area, after rolling around on the floor for the sixth time today, Eileen climbed onto Yu Sheng's shoulder again: "Hey! Yu Sheng! Can't you feel it yet? Has that ship arrived or not? I hope those cargo-transporting bastards haven't died halfway there..."

Upon hearing this, Yu Sheng quickly waved his hand: "You jinx, can't you make a good wish instead!"

"Seriously, for the first time in my life, I hope a bunch of cultists have a safe and smooth journey home... Too bad I'm using the Goddess of Ominous Signs account, so my good wishes probably won't come true," Eileen leaped off Yu Sheng's shoulder and into a pile of fox tails, sticking her head out and swaying back and forth. "Hey, Yu Sheng, seriously, didn't you put too much stuff into that 'stone'? I remember you did a lot of heavy-duty work inside it to make it look real..."

Listening to the little doll's incessant chatter, Yu Sheng suddenly became a little worried: "Damn, what if those unlucky guys on that ship actually kneel on the ground in reality...?"

Eileen tumbled out of the raccoon's tail, then scrambled to her feet, her eyes wide with disbelief: "No way! I was just saying, if this is true, it'll be a real disaster... Did you really put in too much stuff?"

Yu Sheng stroked his chin: "That shouldn't be the case. I took it easy when I came. At most, they might have experienced some bumps on the road..."

He suddenly stopped.

Eileen was about to continue her rambling when she saw Yu Sheng's reaction and immediately became nervous: "Huh? He really knelt down in the face of reality?"

“No, wait a minute, something seems to have changed,” Yu Sheng quickly waved his hand to signal the little thing to be quiet, while at the same time calming his mind to sense the connection from the blood in the distance—there were “bloodstains” he left on both the “Angel Catalyst” and the Dark Star Cruiser. “The ship has stopped… the relative positions of the two bloodstains are changing… the ‘catalyst’ is moving, someone is picking up the goods!”

Luna, who was leaning against a pillar not far away in a daze, suddenly turned her head: "They have arrived at the Holy Land."

"Great! They've finally arrived!" Eileen jumped up and grabbed Yu Sheng's pants, starting to climb up. "Let's not waste this long wait—open the door, open the door, I'm going to wreak havoc!"

"Don't rush, don't rush, I need to sense the area around that drop of blood left in the hangar first," Yu Sheng said quickly, supporting the little doll to prevent her from falling halfway up. "We don't want to be greeted by a security force the moment we open the door. This is a legitimate infiltration operation..."

As he spoke, he focused his senses and confirmed that there was no other life around the drop of blood before cautiously grabbing at the air like a thief and pushing open a small door that even Eileen had a hard time crawling through.

"What if there are security cameras in the hangar?" Eileen muttered to herself, "You might be seen even if you open a small door..."

“…That makes sense,” Yu Sheng thought for a moment, then raised his hand and waved it. “Alright, let’s go with plan B. Let’s get ready to charge.”

Eileen: "You just said we were on a legitimate infiltration mission—"

The little puppet had only uttered half a sentence when Yu Sheng suddenly pulled open a magical door.

The scene across the gate came into view, and Eileen immediately fell silent.

Yu Sheng stared blankly at the desolate alien planet opposite the door: "...This is the 'Holy Realm'?"

(End of this chapter)