After arranging with Ashan to take away and train the first batch of Transmigrators from Transformation Star, Su Hao came to Cross Star to observe the situation.
One look left him mildly surprised. In just fifty years, Cross Star had almost changed beyond recognition.
The civilization on this planet had originally been a somewhat backward agricultural civilization. In the thousand-odd years since he had arrived, it had not undergone any major changes. Yet after merely fifty years apart, it had become a steampunk civilization. Pipes and billowing smoke could be seen everywhere, while all manner of crude machines clattered and shook as they worked.
Its fashions had also undergone earthshaking changes—suits and leather shoes, bowler hats, walking canes...
Su Hao thought to himself, These Transmigrators really can't be underestimated when it comes to influencing a world. A single spark of thought can ignite the flames of progress for an entire era's civilization.
But he did not particularly mind. A world like this was actually fine too. So long as it possessed Transcendence, this world would remain a cradle for Transmigrators.
What drew his attention was that there were still twelve Transmigrators on Cross Star, including the sister and brother. Not one had died, leaving Su Hao clicking his tongue in amazement.
More importantly, in just fifty years, the strength of these dozen or so Transmigrators had undergone earthshaking changes—enough to surprise even Su Hao.
This group of Transmigrators had all broken through to the Spirit Transformation Realm, acquired Immortal Bodies, and dressed themselves in extravagantly magnificent equipment. They possessed every kind of skill and bloodline imaginable, with skills as varied as the stars...
Seeing this, Su Hao could not help worrying whether Chip the Devil King, the great villain, could handle it.
When he looked closer, good lord—the righteous heroes