Sailing

"Perform it dozens, even hundreds of times," Su Luo said, "To record most of the data. I didn't bring any other instruments; it's better than observing from scratch."

"Okay." She walked to the side and began preparing to cast the spell. Yun Xiaoxiao floated beside her, connected to the enhanced version of the Spell Recording Crystal, and prepared to record the spell.

After resolving this matter, Su Luo turned her attention to the temporary control panel.

He hasn't looked at it for almost half a day.

Yesterday, he modified Mu Ri's interface, updating his own Civilization Points onto the interface, setting up a shop for him, and also transferring the achievements from the temporary interface, so that Mu Ri would know how to obtain Civilization Points.

The shop offers all the kinds of interventions Su Luo can make Civilization Points: technology, enhancement, improvement, hints... only at a slight premium.

Even the Child of Civilization can become wage earners.

Xiao Luo said it was good.

Su Luo opened the [Civilization Rankings].

The leaderboard currently displays six civilizations, showing the Survivors, civilization name, civilization stage, and battlefield number.

Civilizations must reach the third stage to be included on the list, and these six are all at the third stage.

But the Suguang Civilization is not on it.

The temporary panel still displays: [Current Era: Late Iron Age]

Even though I've accomplished many achievements in the Steam Age, the system just won't approve it. This is because the system requires Steam Age civilization to have a population exceeding 500,000.

Actually, this isn't a problem, because civilizations with a population of less than 500,000 generally don't develop into the Steam Age. It's just that the Suguang Civilization was brought up by Su Luo's technology.

"Sigh, population, population! Can't we just kidnap the populations of other civilizations?"

The six civilizations on the list all fought on the same battlefield, and Jiang Mengrui's name was prominently displayed among them.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's just that their battlefields don't have apocalyptic events like [Meteor Showers ]..."

For some reason, Su Luo started to miss Jiang Mengrui, the Goddess of Luck.

"Brother, brother! Do you know? The world is actually a giant book, and we all live on the pages of this giant book..."

A huge port, the sea breeze carrying the salty smell of fish, the docks piled high with goods—timber, ore, animal hides, pottery jars, and some things wrapped in burlap whose contents were indistinguishable.

Workers dressed in various colors carried goods back and forth, their shouts, footsteps, and the creaking of wooden carts rolling over stone slabs blending together.

In the most prominent position in the port, a colossal vessel was moored.

It was an ocean-going Warship, entirely cast in steel, about 100 zhang long and 20 zhang wide.

The ship was painted dark gray, with several large, Black Hole cannons lined up on its sides, their muzzles so thick that a person's head could be stuffed inside.

A flag fluttered at the stern—white with a black design that looked like an open book.

At that moment, a man dressed in white was walking down from the Warship, talking incessantly as he went. His face was roughened by the sea breeze, but his eyes were bright, and he spoke with great enthusiasm.

"And before the story even began, the world—that is, this Book of Creation —had already endowed humankind with supreme rights! What rights? The right to rule! The right to dominate! Everything in this world—mountains and rivers, birds and beasts, those things that look like humans but are not human—should all be trampled underfoot by humankind!"

He spoke until his throat was dry, then finally stopped, took a water pouch from his waist, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp.

The man in black robes standing opposite him finally found an opportunity to speak.

He was a man who looked to be in his early thirties, wearing a long black robe with silver patterns embroidered along the edges, and he had a very sincere smile.

"Understood, understood." He nodded repeatedly. "We completely agree with you. Only the human race is supreme in this world. Um... brother, if I may ask, I heard that your Warships crossed most of the Endless Ocean to reach the Yunmeng Continent, is that true?"

After finishing his water, the crew member wiped his mouth with his sleeve, a hint of pride appearing on his face.

"Yes," he said. "We set sail from the eastern coast of the Cangyuan Continent, crossed the widest part of the Endless Ocean, and sailed for more than half a year. We encountered seven storms, three giant waves, and nearly capsized twice. But look, we made it."

He patted the gunwale beside him, a gesture that carried an air of self-assured confidence.

The man in the black robe gasped.

He was the person in charge of dealing with outsiders in the Ximo Civilization. The Ximo Civilization had been established for thirty-eight years and had a population of 520,000, and had just touched the threshold of the Steam Age.

They built this port hoping to trade with other civilizations and earn some extra money.

But the Warship before him made him realize something—

The outside world was not quite what he had imagined.

It should be noted that the entire Origin Star has three continents: the Cangyuan Continent, the Yunmeng Continent, and the Emberland Continent.

There are also three Oceans: the Northern Dark Ocean, which is cold and stormy; the Endless Ocean, which has the most complex climate and is also the largest Ocean; Ember Sea, which surrounds the Emberland Continent, has high water temperature, and is rich in coral reefs.

Even Early Steam Age- powered civilizations were not capable of directly crossing the Endless Ocean with its extremely complex climate. That required not only technology, but also experience, courage, and—sufficient strength.

"Brother, what stage of civilization has your Suguang Civilization reached?"

"It's probably in the mid-stage of Steam," he said. "I'm not entirely sure. I'm only in charge of sailing; the big decisions are made by the higher-ups. But I've heard our population is already over 700,000, Steam are everywhere, railways stretch for hundreds of miles, and we've even built a few airships."

He paused, then continued:

"Our main purpose in coming here is to open up trade routes and prepare for the Future decades. We also want to conduct on-site investigations into the geography and power distribution of the Yunmeng Continent. As for the situation of your Ximo Civilization..."

"Yes, yes!" Mu En nodded quickly. "Our civilization has a history of forty years, a population of 520,000, and we've just entered the Early Steam Age civilization. Our main area of activity is the western part of the Yunmeng Continent; we're not very familiar with the area beyond that mountain to the east. We mainly rely on agriculture and mining. We're self-sufficient in food, have good copper and iron ore production, and some simple mechanical processing—"

As he spoke, his voice gradually faded.

He saw the sailor's gaze fall on a building next to the harbor.

It was a three-story brick building with a huge water tower on top—used for Steam. A rumbling sound came from inside the building; the water pumps were running.

"Your Steam," the crew member asked, "Was it homemade? It's so similar to ours!"

"Uh, yes, guided by the Gods. We've been researching it for two years; it's not very efficient, but it works."