Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

The dust that had been flowing for thousands of years covered the debris of the war in a lackluster seal.

The weeds, vines, and suspicious humus, as well as the snakes, insects, rats, and ants that were growing inside the humus, were all nesting on their bodies.

The rust had corroded the once-glorious body and the sophisticated structure. The purple mist added an air of mysteriousness to them.

However, Theresa could still tell that the mechanism behind the rust was indeed marvelous. Dense tubes, control chips, and artificial nerves that looked like crystal processors were everywhere.

Of course, the designs of the super-large armors and war machines were vastly different from those of the crystal suits and the Titan Warriors in the Pangu Universe.

It was more like the 'Great Iron City', the iron body of the 'City in the Sky, Red Spider Lily', that the boxing champion had built on the evil land.

In other words, it was not the style of the world of Cultivators but a product of the magical world.

Of course, Theresa was very sure that, whether it was Cultivation or magic, it was essentially the utilization of spiritual energy. It was an extraordinary technology that could be explored, studied, learned, absorbed, and improved. There were no illusions or tricks in it.

It appeared that the Jadeite Continent used to be a world of technology, too, which might be even more advanced than the Pangu Universe right now.

However, due to the fault of the civilization, most of the technology had been lost. Even the natives living here had gradually forgotten the glory of the past and regarded the so-called 'magic' as a gift from the gods and devils.

The collapse of civilizations and the loss of technology were not unusual in the three thousand Sectors of the Pangu Universe.

Not to mention the collapse of the Star Ocean Imperium, even the 'War Heroes Sector', Theresa's hometown, had degenerated into the 'evil land' where the strong preyed on the weak because of the thunderous fury of Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi.

According to the legacy of the Primeval Clan that Li Yao had received, when the tides savaged the universe, countless branches of the Primeval Civilization formed a fleet in exile and scattered to the edge of the multiverse, giving birth to all kinds of brilliant civilizations, including the Cultivation civilization of the Pangu Universe.

The magical civilization on the Jadeite Continent must've been one of the refugees who ran away from the flood. Chances were that they were from the same fleet as the Fist King's hometown!

It seems that I've found the right place.

Theresa thought to herself, My mission is to find the descendants of the refugees of the Primeval Clan who ran away from the flood so that the universe, which used to be a pile of loose sand, can be consolidated into an indestructible whole again and form a brand-new 'Alliance of Arsonists'!

"Although the natives of the Jadeite Continent are not very strong, their mysterious magic can indeed help the people of the Pangu Universe gain new inspiration and understanding about the utilization of spiritual energy.

"If we can convince them to join us, the 'Arson Union' will be a good start.

"It's a pity that when I transmigrated, my starship was damaged. Even now, I can't contact my hometown, let alone go home… Besides, how am I going to go home with such a body? If that brat Li Jialing saw my current appearance, especially the two lumps on my chest, he would definitely laugh to death. At that time, how would I be able to conduct myself? It would be too shameful!

"Got it. It seems that 'ancient black magic' must have something to do with the extraordinary magical technology before the fault of civilization. Chances are that a magical starship that hasn't been damaged yet can be found in the depths of the Blood Demon Sector.

"After all, I've been training with Boss Bai for so many years. Driving a starship is not going to be a problem for me. Even the starships of the civilization of magic are 30-50% sure that they can reach out to the Fist King with the techniques they learned from him. At the very least, they can reach out to the Fist King who is in charge of the Pangu Universe with the deep-space communication facilities here. The odds of success are not small.

"By the way, I suspect that the 'ancient black magic' also involves the mysteries of genetic adjustment and chromosomal mutation. That's why the gender of the test subject can be changed at will… Anyway, why does the ancient black magic have to change from male to female? It's too evil and annoying.

"Is it possible that the ratio of males to females was imbalanced in the Rogue Fleet at that time, and some of the male refugees had to be turned into females so that the entire species could reproduce? It can't be. The Rogue Fleet of the Primeval Civilization at that time was quite advanced in technology. Sexless reproduction, artificial wombs, gene-replicating technology… It's impossible that they did not have any. Why did they have to turn men into women and have babies for ten months? Is it really that inefficient?"

Theresa could not figure it out.

However, the weird things that happened to her were definitely not magic but technology.

Since it was technology, there was a possibility of reversal. No, it was not a possibility. He had to take back everything that he had lost, not a millimeter less!

"Teresa?"

At this moment, she felt a sharp pain on her wrist. Princess Summer had grabbed her tightly.

"Huh?"

Theresa was freed from her complicated thoughts. When she raised her head, she saw that a burning wind was roaring at them from afar like a moving city wall.

"The wind is blowing. Be careful, everybody. We are going to the Blood Demon Sector at any moment!" Black Jack shouted not far away.

He wanted to lunge over and grab Theresa to protect her tightly against his chest.

Theresa, on the other hand, took a step back quietly and hid behind Princess Summer, pretending that she was panicking.

Black Jack was dazed for a moment. Since the situation was critical and many girls were screaming, he did not force them. Instead, he turned around and went to take care of the panicking girls in the flying sand.

Theresa hugged Princess Summer from behind.

"Hold me tight."

Not taking no for an answer, she said to Princess Summer somewhat rudely.

"Don't. Don't be scared."

Looking at the overwhelming wind, Princess Summer was almost scared to death herself, but she did not forget to comfort Theresa. "It's alright. Lord Black Jack will protect us."

"Of course, we will be fine."

Theresa grinned, her eyes shining with confidence and stubbornness. "Even without the protection of Black Jack, we can fight side by side and protect ourselves. Remember that forever, Sister Summer."

The wind was like a surging tide.

It was not an ordinary wind, but ripples in the folds of space. The two broken worlds were colliding brutally.

Theresa saw that, when the Wall of Wind swept over the land unstoppably, the debris that used to be as magnificent as towers suddenly vanished. It must've been blown to the Blood Demon Sector by the wind.

There were also a lot of bizarre-shaped war debris or demon beast skeletons on the ground. They were all carried out of the Blood War Demon Sector by the space ripples and blown into the human world.

"Forward—"

Black Jack waved his hands hard and roared at the space ripples, "Blood Demon Sector, here we come!"