Let's Have a...

After the meeting concluded, the entire Suguang Civilization sprang into action.

The Origin Star continued to rotate slowly, unaware that it was about to take flight.

The Mu Ri still stood atop [Moon II], surrounded by the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, who had been completely Corrosion and had submitted to him, becoming his servants.

His gaze slowly drifted away, looking towards the other side of the galaxy.

If the Mist continues to Diffusion unchecked, it will eventually cover most of the galaxy, leaving only the other side of the galaxy safe.

All civilizations are currently helpless against the Gray Fog. It is a complete natural disaster, impossible to resist or contend with; the only option is to flee.

Therefore, Tracing Light needs to take his Origin Star to the other side of the galaxy.

This move will definitely not be peaceful; there will definitely be unseen sabotage from the underworld.

Many civilizations have long been resentful of neutral civilizations. Why don't you have to fight? Why can you develop peacefully? Why do you get all the benefits?

But Tracing Light was confident that he could crush all demons and monsters, move his home, and sweep away the world in the process.

Let's have a...

The Great Expedition.

"Your Highness, the trade records of the Suguang Civilization that you requested have been delivered to your room."

Lin Yuan raised his head, his gaze falling on the elf kneeling before him. The elf had delicate features, long silver hair cascading over his shoulders, and pointed ears twitching slightly—an unconscious gesture used by Elf Race to show respect.

"Very well, you may leave." Lin Yuan withdrew his gaze and continued looking at the documents on the table.

Since becoming crown prince two years ago, his life has been filled with documents and meetings. From the moment he opens his eyes to the moment he closes them, he is either dealing with government affairs or conducting academic research, and he hardly has a moment of leisure.

But that's what he wanted.

With the support of Tracing Light and his own extraordinary talent, Lin Yuan, at the tender age of ten, swept aside all his peers and competitors.

Those crown princes in their twenties and thirties were all defeated by him in terms of policy proposals. Never in the history of the Elf Royal Family had there been such a young crown prince.

His proposed policy was simple: Industrialization and a friendly approach.

He personally intervened to discuss Industrialization guidance with the Suguang Civilization, purchasing large quantities of weapons and equipment, which greatly reduced the Zerg's attrition and threat to the Elf Race. Once the final results were seen, the elders who had originally opposed him fell silent.

Needless to say, his mathematical achievements far surpass those of the great mathematicians of the past thirty years.

In addition, his Talent for cultivation is unparalleled among his peers—barring any unforeseen circumstances, becoming the Elf King in the Future is a certainty, and there's no need to wait for the next generation.

But the elf did not leave.

She knelt on the spot, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke:

"Your Highness, you requested Tracing Light's information. Are you preparing to discuss another collaboration?"

Lin Yuan raised his eyes and looked at her indifferently.

His gaze was calm and profound, unlike that of a ten-year-old child. The elf instantly felt immense pressure, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She couldn't understand where such a powerful aura came from for a ten-year-old elf.

No wonder he's the crown prince.

"Your Highness," she continued, forcing herself to speak, "I do not recommend cooperating with the Tracing Light at this sensitive time. Their home planet is about to relocate, and as the wealthiest civilization in the entire galaxy, there are many civilizations coveting them."

Lin Yuan continued to look at her indifferently.

That gaze was devoid of any emotion, yet it made the elf feel completely seen through, causing her heart to race, her breathing to quicken, and her face to flush.

Lin Yuan didn't speak until she was sweating profusely.

"True friendship is revealed in times of crisis. Regardless of our true attitude towards Tracing Light, at least in this crisis, Ming Dynasty must show a friendly attitude towards Tracing Light. This is an investment that will definitely not result in a loss."

"But--"

"No buts. I know you are the Elf King's guard. I recognize you. Go back and tell His Majesty that my judgment is correct... If the Elf Race's opinion is not unified, then let the Life Tree and the great one above it Adjudication."

After speaking, Lin Yuan buried his head again, ignoring the changes in the elves' expressions below.

The elf's expression shifted repeatedly, but he ultimately bowed silently and withdrew.

Lin Yuan continued flipping through the documents, his mind racing.

Judging from his actions, it is logical for the Crown Prince, who has previously collaborated with Tracing Light, to support Tracing Light at this juncture.

The Transmigrator Project was not truly exposed to the sight of other civilizations; the cohesive force of Humanity Above All suppressed any possibility of internal leaks.

Occasionally, Crossing might be exposed, but the Dreamscape Information Transmission Technology and Soul Modification Technology behind them have never been revealed. Even if they are discovered, they cannot be found on Tracing Light.

Moreover, even if the Elf King really didn't want to get involved, he could sacrifice his status as crown prince to probe the Life Tree and the Survivors there.

As he was pondering this, he noticed that the elf from before had returned, standing at the doorway, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

"What is it now?" Lin Yuan's tone was tinged with impatience.

"Your Highness, your spouse..."

Lin Yuan was taken aback.

"I'm still a minor!"

"I understand." The elf lowered his head, his voice growing softer, "But your spouse is of age... Please prepare for the wedding."

Lin Yuan's expression turned strange.

To ensure the purity of their bloodline, the Elf Royal Family practices inbreeding. Furthermore, advanced technology has eliminated these drawbacks... In short, he needs to marry his own sister.

"This is a truly heinous custom," he murmured after the elf left.

He paused, then added:

"But elves are indeed quite beautiful."

Pure White Space.

"Does salvaging items from the battlefield consume so many civilization points?"

Su Luo's expression was strange, and she held a black, unidentified object in her hand. The object's shape Chaos and difficult to discern, resembling a ball of yarn the size of Fist, yet it kept changing shape.

Just now, he took out the "Authority" of the Death Rider on the moon, the one that has the ability to reduce the lifespan limit of others.

Surprisingly, the Civilization Points consumed were more than the total amount of Black Flames he unleashed.

In other words, retrieving things from the lower realm is much more difficult than throwing things down.

Of course, he was essentially getting something for free by relying on Secondary Subconscious Recording Technology.

However, if you want to retrieve a USB drive containing technology from the Origin Star, you'll have to consume a large amount of Civilization Points.