Chapter 640: The Song Family’s New Era: Wormholes, Alliances, and Grand Migration

Calm‑Sea Dragon‑Xiang command deck. Song Wujian’s face was utterly unreadable, keeping the others in the chat completely in the dark about how he truly felt.

At one point, his brow twitched ever so slightly.

Liu Shu and the other two caught the change, their gazes pausing for a moment.

A spatial wormhole leading straight to the heart of the Tianpan Galaxy—its value was clear. Not only could it massively cut down immigration time after the war, it would also mean constant exchanges between the two regions and kickstart rapid economic growth. The benefits were endless.

That was why, deep down, they all worried Song Wujian might refuse.

What they didn’t know was that Song Wujian himself wasn’t nearly as conflicted as they imagined.

His High‑Dimensional Wormhole Generator had already been upgraded to level 80, with only five years left on the cooldown. Factoring in the Calm‑Sea Dragon‑Xiang’s cooldown reduction modules, that time could shrink even further.

Six wormholes? He could knock that out in twenty years, easy.

Besides, using the Yao-Han Three Immortal Houses as a trial run would make word of the wormhole generator’s capabilities spread fast. That publicity was very much part of his plan.

Once its reputation took off, countless forces would come knocking. The power of spatial wormholes was no joke and it could open an entirely new commercial route for the Song Family.

What Song Wujian was actually considering was what cooldown period to make public for the wormhole generator.

If he admitted he could open a wormhole every year—or even every few months—it’d seem too cheap, and the right to use them wouldn’t fetch a high price.

But set the interval too long and the number of paying clients would drop, which also meant missing out.

After thinking it over for a bit, Song Wujian finally said:

“Six is a bit much. The High‑Dimensional Wormhole Generator can open a new route every fifty years. The Song Family itself will need to open several, and the Luo Clan as well.”

“As for range, don’t worry. As long as it’s within ten billion light-years, the generator works just fine.”

With that, Song Wujian kept quiet and waited for Liu Shu and the others to reply.

When he mentioned ‘ten billion light-years’, the three couldn’t hide their delight. Little did they know, Song Wujian had just thrown out a random number; the true range, after reaching tier eight, was literally a hundred times greater. What they’d think if they knew wasn’t something he cared to consider.

Half an hour later, the deal was sealed.

The right to open six wormholes stayed unchanged, but in return, Xiao Changqing agreed to hand over three Bodhi Enlightenment Fruits.

All three would go to Song Wujian—none for Luo Yi.

On top of that, with the entire Chipan Galaxy about to come under their control, the Song Family would take the dominant role in any future allocation.

No surprise there. The Song Family had put in far more effort than the Luo Clan for this new territory.

In the initial split, the Song Family got exclusive control over two of the four Seventh-Tier Floating-Lands, the Luo Clan got one, and the fourth would be split 6:3 between them, with the remaining tenth set as a public zone. They’d both invest in turning this hub into Chipan’s most prosperous resource and trade center.

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Yan Serpent Galaxy. Joint Fleet’s main communication channel.

Suddenly, the Lingyue Zhao Clan Patriarch spoke out sharply in the group chat:

“Liu Shu, the three of you alone aren’t qualified to take the entire Yan Serpent Floating-land!”

“What if you add us to the mix?”

Right on cue, Song Wujian and Luo Yi piped up.

The Lingyue Zhao Clan Patriarch narrowed his eyes but then chuckled lightly.

“Oh, I wondered who showed up. Turns out it’s the Dragonspine Song Family and Chigu Luo Clan’s two new Star-Annihilator-class Captains—not even a thousand years old yet. If it’s just the five of you, it’s not really—”

He didn’t even finish. The next moment, the Calm‑Sea Dragon‑Xiang’s hatch swung open and two Dominator Worms—both radiating intense tier-seven aura—charged out.

Not far off, the Fenglang Juxu called forth the Silver-scaled Chi Dragon. Suddenly, five Star-Annihilator-class Ships and three Sovereign-level enslaved beasts all unleashed their presence at once. With eight true Dominion-level powers standing together, the Lingyue Zhao Clan Patriarch’s words died instantly in his throat.

If even the largest faction in the Joint Fleet didn’t dare object, none of the other Immortal Houses would risk opening their mouths in opposition.

Plenty of other groups had their own alliances, but their best mustered three Star-Annihilator-class Ships, nowhere near enough to challenge Song Wujian and company’s eight Dominion-level war-fighting force.

And crucially, the Yan Serpent Galaxy held four Seventh-Tier Floating-lands. Losing the Yan Serpent Floating-land wasn’t a deal breaker when there were three others to fight over elsewhere—no need to push things to all-out war.

No one needed to comment on what happened next.

With the Yan Serpent system already half-abandoned, what resistance could an incomplete, yet-to-peak Seventh‑Tier Floating-land offer to eight Dominion-class powers advancing together?

In less than a single century, the Yan Serpent Floating-land was thoroughly conquered.

Even though Song and Luo had promised not to participate in dividing up the floating-land afterward, the loot gained during the campaign didn’t count as part of that agreement.

This time, luck was with the Song Family. They hit what looked like just an ordinary city but turned out to be the hidden treasury of the Serpent Demon Holy City, stuffed with all kinds of advanced resources.

Not just forty tufts of Eighth-Tier Floating-Land Origin, but also twenty Eighth-Tier Dominion Souls and over a hundred Seventh-Tier Dominion Souls.

After investigation, it turned out this was the lair of a fallen Serpent Demon Dominator from the Fire Serpent Galaxy. They had left a specialized password on their private stash, and when the low-level serpent demons made their retreat, they couldn’t take it. Which meant the Song Family cleaned up.

Song Chi ended up with eight tufts of Eighth-Tier Floating-Land Origin, four Eighth-Tier Dominion Souls, and fifteen Seventh-Tier Dominion Souls, further boosting his stash of top-tier enhancement resources.

Plus, the three Bodhi Enlightenment Fruits Elder received from the Xiao Family were divided up: one for him, and the other two for Song Shiyuan and Song Yan.

After that came the formal process of handing off the Chipan Galaxy.

After two months of hard work, the entire Chipan Galaxy was finally brought fully under their control.

Of its nearly million light-years in territory, the richest 450,000 light-years went to the Song and Luo clans—Song Family took 300,000, Luo Clan took 150,000, with the four Seventh-Tier Floating-Lands divided as before.

The remaining 500,000 light-years would be left for other middle and minor powers across the galaxy to compete for.

A brand new kingdom would need far more than just two Immortal Houses holding it up. It demanded new blood, population, and fresh Torch Captains to keep the wealth and resources pouring in for generations.

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Dragon-Spine Continent, Burningfall Plains.

Inside the massive illusion space, as the Calm‑Sea Dragon‑Xiang released a golden beam, a new spatial wormhole slowly began to open up across the heavens.

The other end of the wormhole led all the way north—hundreds of thousands of light-years away—to the Chipan continent.

Meanwhile, in the Song Family’s quantum group chat circling Dragon-Spine Continent:

“Patriarch Song Xuancang: All clan branches, heed my order. Work with the Expansion Division and fully support the migration. After this civilizational war, the Song Family will officially leave the Tianpan Galaxy.”

“Patriarch Song Xuancang: All clan branches, heed my order. Work with the Expansion Division and fully support the migration. After this civilizational war, the Song Family will officially leave the Tianpan Galaxy.”

“Patriarch…”

Three pinned messages at the top of group chat set off a storm—suddenly, the chat exploded with messages.

A flood of new posts took over in an instant.

Even though the Song Family had sent more than seventy percent of their force to the war, it referred to Torch Captains—not that seventy percent of the billions-strong Song Family were actually fighting.

The bulk of those chatting were ordinary members who hadn’t awakened the Torch Seed.

But that was never a problem. The Song Family higher-ups had always aimed to mobilize exactly these members.

Most who’d awakened the seed were already on the battlefront. The rest were either backup or garrisoning far-flung colonies—there simply wasn’t anyone else left to draw, and robbing from them would mess up the whole Song Family plan.

What mattered was those tens of millions of regular family still in the Tianpan Galaxy. Now they could be fully mobilized.

Internal Affairs Hall:

“All staff, from now on: logistics, technology, and industry—push to overload! Get those Kunpeng-class transports, floating-land construction and mining vehicles, even the small asteroid miners—move all lines to 24/7 production! Don’t stop, not for a moment!”

“Logistics division at your service!”

“Industry division, received!”

Command flowed down from the top. The Song Family’s super-machine was roaring back to life. When it hit peak operation, the world would see a manufacturing force no one could’ve imagined.

It wasn’t just the Song Family. The Chigu Luo Clan of the Goldenplate Galaxy, the Stark Family of the Yaohan Kingdom, the Philip Family of the Golden Lion Star Domain—every power affiliated with Song and Luo was joining this interstellar migration.

The Chigu Luo Clan in particular was buzzing with excitement.

They alone knew how stifling life could be, mired in the muddy depths of the Goldenplate Galaxy. Without old foundations left behind by their ancestors, outside forces would’ve devoured them long ago.

Now, at last, they were breaking out of prison and heading for a fresh start. The future vibrancy of the Chigu Luo Clan was about to begin.