Exploration starships that were refined with such complicated technology could be regarded as upgraded versions of the primeval warships. Their specifications were far from those of the real ‘Messenger starships’.

If the messenger starship was a giant warship that could sail through the ocean, then such an upgraded version of the ancient warship was a sampan that could only cruise offshore at best. It was impossible for the starship to carry them to the ‘blackhole barrier’ at the center of the multiverse. The starship could only explore other universes near the Pangu Universe that were also ‘backwater towns’.

Even so, the leaders of the civilization of mankind and the survivors of the primeval era still decided to make the first step in the exploration of the multiverse ocean with the technology that belonged to them. However shabby the technology was, at least 100% of it belonged to them, and it could be improved in the subsequent voyages and explorations.

After all, they did not intend to get in touch with the Resistance Alliance for now. Instead, they planned to explore the environment near the Pangu Universe first.

Most of the time, the rapid development could solve a lot of problems on its own. Maybe they were hesitating whether or not to be involved in the war between the flood tide and the coalition of the resistors. But after five hundred years, when they grasped more advanced technology and communicated with the dozens, if not hundreds, of universes near the Pangu Universe, there would certainly be smarter, more rational, and more farsighted ways to solve the problems. All the problems would be solved easily.

With such thoughts in mind, the volunteers, or ‘messengers’, who were the first batch to board the ‘upgraded prehistoric exploration starship’ and ready to cross the black wall to explore the space zones, soon selected their names and set off.

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Grand Desolate War Institution, Heaven’s Origin.

Early in the morning, on the boulevard, a beautiful girl in sportswear was jogging barefoot on the cobblestone path.

Her signature red hair was tightly wrapped in a headscarf painted with a crimson dragon. In addition, the morning mist had yet to completely disperse, so the people exercising in the distance did not recognize her. She was the former Speaker of Parliament of the Federation. Other than ‘Vulture Li Yao’, she was the Grand Desolate War Institution’s most famous alumni, Ding Lingdang.

After a hundred years of development, countless people had gone through the arduous journey of fighting against the heavens and the earth. In the past, sand was flying, sand was flying, and dust was flying. The sky was dark, and the sun and moon were lackluster. The Grand Desolate War Institution had long turned into a fertile, prosperous, and fruitful paradise. The Grand Desolate War Institution had also changed from an institute that was known purely for its Combat Department and Refining Department to a comprehensive, advanced institute that was well-acknowledged in dozens of Sectors.

With the support of the ‘Ultra-Level Federal Heroes’ and the ‘former Speaker of the Federation’, as well as the continuous investments from the super sects such as the Glorious Sunlight Group, the Grand Desolate War Institution’s research results in various cutting-edge and cutting-edge fields were even more eye-catching than those of the established colleges in the ‘Nine Elite Universities of the Federation’, which were almost as good as the ‘Imperium Universities of the Imperium of True Human Beings’, ‘Imperium Colonization Universities’, ‘Imperium Advanced Technological Universities of the Imperium’, and so on. Not only were all the young people of the federation crazy about it, even many citizens of the imperium had come to the place from thousands of kilometers away to seek enlightenment humbly. Since last year, the Grand Desolate War Institution had even become the first academic holy land to receive the people of the Sanctuary Alliance, the Pangu Clan, the Nuwa Clan, and other prehistoric species in the entire federation. It could be said to be a place where all the students were taught without discrimination.

Ding Lingdang’s mother was a teacher of the Grand Desolate War Institution. She had grown up in the Grand Desolate War Institution. Although the former Grand Desolate War Institution had been destroyed and the new campus rebuilt from scratch, she still had deep feelings for the place.

Walking on the boulevard, Ding Lingdang couldn’t help but fall into a trance when she saw the greenness, the singing birds and the fragrance of flowers, and the carefree college students sitting in gardens or on the grass with smiles on their faces.

The picture in front of his eyes seemed to overlap with his memories from more than a hundred years ago.

The young man and the young girl leaning against each other and smiling in a low voice seemed to be her and Li Yao in the old days.

At that time, the two of them, who were still a young lecturer and a college student in the Grand Desolate War Institution, were still gritting their teeth and thinking hard about the invasion of the demon race. The world in front of them was just a tiny Heaven’s Origin Sector with, at best, a tiny Blood Demon Planet. The so-called ‘Three Thousand Worlds, Star Ocean Imperium’ was just an imaginary legend that had nothing to do with them or the Star Glory Federation.

They did not see it coming. They did not see it coming at all. In only a hundred years, the world in front of them seemed to have expanded thousands of times, if not millions of times, like a big explosion.

The enemies of the past had turned into allies. The legends of the past had turned into a world-shaking stage for her. Her dreams of the past had become reality bit by bit. Soon, she would grow wings and create an even greater miracle—together with Li Yao.

Slowly, Ding Lingdang stopped.

Everything that had happened a hundred years ago flashed before her eyes. She remembered the first time she met Li Yao. He was just an ignorant, reckless high school student. She had never thought that her life, the fate of the federation, and even the future of the Pangu Universe would be changed by this high school student.

While she was thinking, Ding Lingdang couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“Li Yao, Li Yao, you’ve created enough miracles and caused enough trouble. This time, please stay on ‘Earth’!”

Ding Lingdang narrowed her eyes and mumbled to herself, “No matter how far away you are, no matter how long it takes, I will find Earth and rescue you!”

The sun rose in the east, dispersing the mist. Quite a few students were already casting suspicious gazes at her from afar, seemingly unable to determine whether or not she was Ding Lingdang.

Ding Lingdang smiled and snapped her fingers.

A streamlined, small shuttle that looked like an arc dart without any gaps immediately appeared above her head, startling the college students.

“Let’s go to the ‘Traveler’ base!”

Ding Lingdang waved her fists at the rising sun.

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The shore of the East Ocean in the Great Qian Dynasty.

The 3,000 sword cultivators were completely silent. Their longswords had been firmly suppressed within their scabbards. Not even the slightest sound of tigers and dragons could be heard. Everyone’s soul had been seized by a single sword, and that sword was nothing more than an ordinary three-foot-long blade.

It was ‘Sword Addict’, Yan Liren!

The Three Saints, Four Villains, and the leaders and elders of the major sects, who were known as the top ten experts of the Ancient Saints, were all solemn, too. They stood straight and stared at Yan Liren’s hands.

“Watch carefully. I will only use it once.”

Yan Liren was floating in midair, as if he had melded with the clouds and the waves.

Then, he unsheathed his sword.

There was no dazzling brilliance, no earsplitting thunder. The surging ocean seemed to have been frozen by his sword aura, so that everybody could count the number of the waves and the swirls clearly. It was not until one breath later that an immeasurable canyon was opened on the surface of the ocean. The seawater on the two sides of the canyon was as smooth as a mirror, and it was not closed again until it was frozen by an unbelievable force for three to five breaths.

It seemed that Yan Liren’s attack had the effect of stopping time.

“This is the first strike.

Yan Liren said to the dumbfounded crowd, “Next is the second attack.”

He slowly raised his short sword, pointed the tip at the three thousand sword cultivators, and lightly stabbed.

The 3,000 sword cultivators suddenly felt that this sword had pierced towards their eyes at the same time. Their hearts and the web between their thumb and index finger seemed to emit a “Clang” crisp sound from their sheaths. Even though they knew that no matter how terrifying Yan Liren’s sword technique was, it was impossible for him to break the flying swords of 3,000 people, none of them had the courage and ability to draw their swords to verify.

Some of the weaker sword Cultivators really grunted and clutched their chest hard.

“Lastly, the third strike.

Yan Liren waved his long sword to the sky. An unforgettable picture appeared. The sky that was as blue as the ocean was torn apart by his invisible sword aura, too, leaving a black gap that looked like a roaring black dragon that was going to swallow everything on the ground.

“The three strikes just now contain all the sword will that I perceived in the ancient relics. You can learn as much as you want.

Yan Liren sheathed his sword and looked at the mountains and rivers that were both familiar and strange. He sighed and said, “These are my last gifts to the Ancient Saint World!”

Hardly had his voice faded away when a round, small shuttle that looked like bent mercury appeared behind him. Holding a short sword in his arms, Yan Liren stepped on the shuttle and flew higher and higher, until he disappeared through the black gap. Countless ancient Cultivators were dumbfounded when they saw the three remaining sword wills on the surface of the world.

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Inside the imperial city of Empyrean Terminus in the Imperium of True Human Beings…

“Mother, have you made up your mind?”

Li Jialing asked solemnly, “You must know that neither the space navigation technology of the Pangu civilization nor the anti-space folding technology brought by the ‘messenger starships’ have been fully grasped yet, including the super teleportation array technology left by Gu Wuxin. Many technical difficulties have yet to be overcome. The new generation of super long-range exploration starships based on the technology still have a lot of safety hazards and are extremely unstable. There is no need for you to be the first batch of ‘messengers’ to explore the unpredictable foreign space!

“Yes. I’ve made up my mind.”

Li Linghai looked at his son, who was maturing day by day and was truly as magnificent as a golden lion. He smiled and said, “Emperor, you’ve done very well over the past six years. Your growth has far exceeded my expectations. Right now, you are the real master of the imperium. You don’t need me to tell you what to do anymore.

“Truth be told, you and I, mother and son, are not women who are used to doing nothing and enjoying the rest of their lives. I also have a bunch of loyal and loyal subordinates who have been following me through life and death with me since decades ago. Even if I am willing to relinquish all my power, as long as I stay in the imperium, these people will never be 100% at your disposal.

“Therefore, I’m afraid that this is the best choice for the Immortal Cultivators, isn’t it?”

“There’s no need to worry about me. Don’t forget that I was the first to discover the ancient relics in the past. Maybe I will be as lucky as you during the exploration and make more marvelous discoveries.

Before Li Jialing continued his persuasion, Li Linghai had already leapt backwards into a silver brightness with a relieved smile.