The Interastral Peace Corporation was founded today!

The next morning, Jingxing was the first to wake up.

The room was still dark, with only a sliver of light from the factory area seeping in through the crack in the window. Fu Xuan leaned on his shoulder, half of his hair loose. The hairpin had long been placed on the table, its gemstone reflecting the outside light, shining like a star.

He moved his shoulder; it was a little numb after being pressed down by Fu Xuan all night, but he didn't dare to move it too much.

There was already some activity on the street—some people were pushing carts, some were banging metal, and some were calling out to people across two streets to get them up for work.

Jingxing lay in bed, mentally reviewing what Fu Xuan had said the night before.

"The laws of the Xianzhou..." He turned his head and glanced at the still-sleeping Lord Diviner Luofu. In a sense, their current state had already violated them.

However, the Xianzhou Alliance hasn't appeared in the current timeline, and the emperor of that ancient kingdom probably hasn't built the Xianzhou yet, so the Xianzhou Alliance can't control them now.

"If I went back to the Klimt Constitutional Republic now and carved a stone inscription to greet the Zhuming Xianzhou in the Stella Yamazaki System..." Jingxing thought it would be very interesting.

After a long time, Fu Xuan woke up naturally. She slowly sat up, then suddenly stopped—she probably realized where she was leaning against.

Fu Xuan quickly tidied his hair and hurried off to wash up.

After a while, she returned to her room and asked, "What time is it now?"

"I don't know." Jingxing shrugged. "There's no clock here, but the factory workers started work a little over an hour ago."

"Looks like I got to sleep in late, which is rare for me." Fu Xuan's ears were red.

Jingxing moved his numb shoulder, and the joint cracked.

Fu Xuan sat back down at the table, opened the booklet, glanced at the diary he had written the night before, and nodded.

Downstairs, someone was selling breakfast; steam carrying the aroma of grains rose from the cracks in the floorboards. Fu Xuan filled his water pouch, counted the Amber Shards inside, and nodded. "Based on the prices here, this is enough for us to continue our journey."

"Although I usually find many of the actions of the Interastral Peace Corporation quite domineering, suddenly being transported to an era before this company was even founded," Jingxing shook his head, looking at the Amber Shards. "There were no Credits, and no widely adopted Synesthesia Beacons. Indeed, the universe cannot function without their Order."

"Yes," Fu Xuan echoed softly, "Although the Xianzhou Alliance has always had backup plans in place for parting ways with the company, unless it is the will of the Reignbow Arbiter, we must cooperate with the company—but like the Yaoqing Xianzhou, getting too close to the company is unacceptable to the generals."

"Forget about that, what are we going to do today?" Jingxing steered the conversation back on track.

"Let's go to the largest gathering place in Pier Point," Fu Xuan replied. "There aren't enough people here."

The largest settlement in Pier Point isn't far from here; locals call it by various names, but it translates to "Stone Gathering Field."

"It doesn't sound like the name of a large settlement at all," Jingxing complained.

"No wonder the company's history is always so vague." Fu Xuan took the first step. "Let's go, it'll be almost noon by the time we get there."

But as they were about to leave the factory area, they discovered that there were many more people than yesterday.

At the exit stood a newly carved stone tablet. A crowd had gathered in front of it, and a loud voice stood on a platform, reciting line by line. "... From this day forward, the Amber Lord Support Team is reorganized into the Interastral Peace Corporation. Everything is dedicated to the Amber Lord!"

Jingxing stopped. He stood at a distance that was neither too close nor too far from the stone tablet, just enough to see the newly carved marks on its surface.

"It's been reorganized." Fu Xuan's voice lowered. "The Amber Lord Support Team... has been changed to the Interastral Peace Corporation."

"It turns out we've arrived at the time when the Interastral Peace Corporation was founded."

"Then it seems we're now in the later stages of the Swarm Disaster," Fu Xuan said thoughtfully. "After all, the historical records of the Xianzhou mention that the Interastral Peace Corporation was established during the later stages of the Swarm Disaster."

Jingxing didn't reply. He looked at the stone tablet and suddenly remembered his 30 billion bill.

In his time, the Interastral Peace Corporation was the most powerful force in the universe, and no civilization that stepped onto the global stage could be separated from them.

Some people were clapping and cheering in front of the stone tablet, while others were grumbling and walking away, saying that a man who transports things is a man who transports things, and if the company were to do it themselves, they would still have to carry the stone.

"Let's go." Fu Xuan tugged at Jingxing's sleeve. "Now that the Interastral Peace Corporation has been established, we should go and see the world."

Stone Gathering Field was much larger than the settlement where the two had landed, and cleaner than Jingxing had imagined. There were obvious signs that the ground had been swept. The streets were also very clean, and even the people who lived there seemed to be full of energy.

The cries of "Everything is dedicated to the Amber Lord" rose and fell, so much so that even Jingxing wanted to join in the fun.

Just as he was getting ready to try, two people arrived, both dressed in very simple robes.

Instead of walking around them like most people would, they went straight to Jingxing, stopped, and bowed.

"Mr. Jingxing." The man in front turned around, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "And Ms. Fu Xuan, good morning both of you. We are here on orders from the board of directors to invite you to have a seat."

Jingxing glanced at him, then at Fu Xuan.

Their names had been registered once upon entering Pier Point, so it wasn't surprising that they were known; however, to be stopped and invited so soon after arrival, and by the "board of directors," was that they were truly surprised.

Considering this was the early period after the establishment of the Interastral Peace Corporation, it was no surprise that the board of directors at this time consisted only of the two future P49s—Louis Fleming, whose past was anchored by the Aeon of Remembrance, and the even more mysterious Dongfang Qixing.

Fu Xuan looked at Jingxing, nodded, and then said, "Okay."

The two men led them to a makeshift tent.

There was a pile of polished stone next to it. Lifting the curtain and going inside, it was much quieter than outside: a long table, two chairs, and two cots.

Blueprints and a thick stack of documents were spread out on the table.

Two middle-aged men were standing behind the table.

The one on the left seems to be older, wearing a long robe that clashes with the atmosphere here, giving him a very Xianzhou feel. The one on the right, on the other hand, is much more robust, standing there like a mountain.

Jingxing started blinking as soon as he entered the door—it hurt.

He was all too familiar with this kind of pain; it was the same feeling he had when he was looking at the Xuzhao in the Dual-Phase Paradise.

It felt like someone had stuck two very thin needles into my eyeballs.

But at this moment, the Path Energy emanating from these two people is far greater than that of Xuzhao.