When Meng Chao donned the Sevenfold Armor, boarded an aircraft equipped with sixty-four crystal jet engines, and was launched thousands of meters into the sky by the Chaos Giant Cannon, he felt neither sorrow nor joy. His expression was calmer than a frozen lake.
Even if this experiment failed again, it did not matter.
After all, he could keep trying a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times.
Eventually, one attempt would allow him to deduce the most correct fate for everyone, including himself and the billions of living beings in the Chaos Faction, and achieve the most perfect ending.
Since success had long been destined, then when that destined success truly arrived, what was there to cheer and rejoice over?
Propelled by the Chaos Giant Cannon, the aircraft tore through the troposphere and stratosphere like wind and lightning. Under the interference of the Planetary Magnetic Field, its acceleration gradually approached zero.
Yet at the turn of Meng Chao's thoughts, the crystal engines activated one after another, unleashing deafening roars and spraying out blinding flames.
Wind and thunder churned all around, while fire blazed fiercely. It was an epic confrontation between the planet's own will and the crystallized civilization forged from the wisdom and courage of billions of living beings.
Soon, the crystal jet engines burst apart one after another under their overloaded operation.
But the aircraft continued accelerating—three hundred kilometers, five hundred kilometers, eight hundred kilometers, one thousand kilometers—breaking through the thermosphere and ionosphere, reaching the exosphere!
On Earth, once a spacecraft reached the exosphere, it would basically encounter no major obstacles. It could rise smoothly all the way into the sea of stars.
But in the Otherworld, the journey toward the sea of stars had only just begun.
Upon this road that was half thorns and half