"What are we here to see?" Lu Sheng had no idea what this old man was up to. He had made him fly all this way just to watch how this planet rotated?
"Don't rush." The old man smiled and shook his head. "Look. It's starting."
His finger shifted, pointing toward the starry sky to the right of the planet. At some unknown point, a pitch-black metallic object had appeared there, spinning continuously.
Lu Sheng looked closely. The thing seemed like a spike, yet also like an umbrella. Its ribs spun at high speed, giving off a faint green glow.
It was incredibly fast. From the moment he spotted it to the moment it shot into the massive planet, only a few seconds passed.
"This planet has a permanent population of around 3.9 billion. Half are Motu People, and half are Motai People. They developed tourism here, building countless hotels, wineries, and artificial recreational facilities. They kept out of worldly disputes, with no major conflicts of interest." For no apparent reason, the old man began introducing the planet.
Lu Sheng glanced at him but said nothing.
"Look, the ceremony is beginning." The old man pointed to where the black metal spike had landed.
Lu Sheng looked in that direction doubtfully, but saw nothing. Just as he was about to ask—
Suddenly, he froze and stared carefully at the planet again.
Just now, it had seemed as though his eyesight had played a trick on him.
No. It wasn't an illusion. Lu Sheng stared at the ochre planet beyond the floor-to-ceiling window, a trace of anger rising uncontrollably in his heart.
The entire ochre planet was silently beginning to turn translucent.
There was no explosion, no great flash or thunderous commotion. Everything was like a pantomime.
In merely fifteen seconds, the