Alien Races on the Moon, Birdman Race!

[Amidst the city ruins, surviving citizens and retreating Beautiful Country troops watch you stride across the infinitely extending sky bridge, guiding the Formless into space, and erupt in thunderous cheers.]

["Oh God! I swear this is the superhero we need! A real hero!"]

"He's so handsome! I want to marry him!"

"But my friend, I must say this: although he has a China face, he may not be China. Perhaps his father, like me, is a Black man."

[A large group of Americans quickly gathered at the end of the Crossing Immortal Bridge that remained on the ground to watch the spectacle.]

[These people seem completely unaware that there was just a super-powerful monster here.]

[It looks like they're going to have a party on the bridge in a little while.]

[Meanwhile, you are in space, using True Fire Shield, and kiting the Formless.]

[Once you enter a vacuum environment, you can still fly using Divine Art, but you can't do that with the Formless.]

[His entire outfit is made of high-tech equipment; without space weapons to attack it, it naturally can't learn space technology.]

[Fortunately, the Crossing Immortal Bridge paves the way ahead, Formless is coming to catch up with you by stepping on this great bridge spanning the earth and the moon.]

[The Myriad Souls Banner cried out anxiously as Formless drew ever closer.]

["Dude! You're about to be caught! Are you sure you can handle this?!"]

"I'm already going full speed ahead!!"

"It seems to be learning your Movement Method and Divine Art!"

["Holy crap! No way! I didn't even touch it! It can't just copy whoever it sees, can it? This thing is ridiculous, how can you even play with it?!"]

[After your observation, Formless has not learned the "Ten Thousand Mile Wind Travel" Divine Art you are currently using.]

[However, its speed did indeed keep increasing, probably because it entered a vacuum environment with no resistance.]

[This thing doesn't get tired, and there's no issue of overexertion damaging the body or its structure. You could just swing it around like crazy, and I don't even know if you could call it a "leg."]

Fortunately, you now possess a plethora of Divine Ability and Divine Art.

[If one "Ten Thousand Mile Wind Travel" isn't enough, just stack more speed-enhancing Divine Art.]

[Finally, after repeated tug-of-war with Formless, they managed to lead it all the way to the moon.]

[The Formless entered the moon's gravitational pull, you immediately dismantled the Crossing Immortal Bridge.]

[The Formless could only fall freely from space and then crash onto the lunar surface, creating another large crater on the already cratered moon.]

[Once you reach the moon, you realize it's not a good place to seal off the Formless.]

[Because there are many other countries' lunar bases here.]

[Fortunately, the region you chose for Formless has not been explored by space.]

[It cannot yet access bases in various countries.]

[You must notify each country in advance, before Formless reaches their lunar bases, to cooperate with your operation, temporarily withdraw from their lunar bases, and shut down all facilities to avoid provoking Formless.]

[Just as you were about to leave, you suddenly heard a "voice," or more accurately, a telepathic communication; the other person was using Law Technique to communicate with you.]

"I never expected there to be Cultivator at the Heaven-Reaching Realm on that blue planet. You're probably not a native of that planet, are you?"

[The surrounding view begins to turn red.]

You look in the direction from which the danger is coming.

[In the distance, two tall figures stood.]

Upon closer inspection, they were two Alien Race different races.

[You don't usually see this Alien Race often, but you've spent hundreds of years in the Real Realm across two simulations, so you recognize them.]

[Birdman Race.]

[This name sounds insulting, but that's really their name.]

[The Winged Race has several pairs of white wings on their backs, while the Birdman Race have no arms; instead, their arms grow from feathers.]

[At the same time, their entire bodies were covered in feathers.]

[Each individual has a different feather color.]

[Two Birdman Race appear before you, one with blue fur and the other with green fur.]

[Your Divine Sense cannot discern their cultivation level.]

[Know that you are currently in a state of "Upright Human" enhancement; the "Eternal Half-Emperor" has pulled you to near the Perfection of the Heaven-Reaching Realm.]

[We still can't discern their cultivation level, which means they are at least at the Law-Wielding Realm, i. e., two Immortal Lord!]

[There are nine ranks of Immortal Lord, and the difference in cultivation level and combat power between each rank is enormous. After the fourth or fifth rank, the difference between a single rank can even be greater than the difference between a whole major realm.]

[Given your current state, if these two are below the fourth rank and haven't cultivated any strange Divine Art or Principle, you could easily kill them.]

[So you're still pretty calm right now, trying to get more information out of them, and you're even using Law Technique to communicate with them.]

"Where are you from? There are no Star Lane around here."

"We won't go to places with Star Lane; there are too many Cultivator there, which will interfere with our experiments."

[You turn your head and look down; there's Formless, scurrying around and digging a hole.]

"It seems this Formless is your experimental subject; you're the ones who brought Formless to Earth."

[The Bluebird glanced at Earth.]

"Oh, that blue planet is called Earth, right? It's quite rare to see someone as mere Human Race knowing about the Formless Realm."

[The red-bird-man snorted coldly.]

"Horton brothers, why waste words with this Human Race? He interfered with our experiment; that's a capital offense!"

"That's true, Barton brothers. This guy's in your hands. I'm going to collect the Formless; the experiment must continue."

[These two bastards are going to bring Formless, whom you painstakingly brought to the moon, back to Earth so that Formless can continue to wreak havoc on Earth.]

How could you allow this?

[The red-bird-man named Barton raised his talon, and a claw-shaped Spirit Treasure appeared in his hand.]

[He made a grabbing motion from a distance, and a huge red claw mark appeared in the space between you and him, completely covering you, leaving you with no way to escape.]

But why hide?

["call--"]

[The attack grazed your body; your clothes were merely blown up by the wind, leaving no marks on your body.]

[Is this "The Toughest Father of Foreign Races" with a 200% increase in damage a joke on you? Don't you understand the meaning of noble damage reduction?]

[Is this "Wolverine" with a 200% power boost messing with you? So what if you get hurt? He'll heal in seconds!]

[The moment you took that attack, you immediately determined the opponent's approximate cultivation level; they were definitely not at the Immortal Lord Fourth Stage.]

In other words, the opponent is below your kill threshold!

[You tilt your head to the side, and you won't eat beef on the spot.]

"Come on, take out your Principle. This will be the last time you use Principle in your life, so use them while you can."

[Barton didn't think that you, a Heaven-Reaching Realm cultivator, withstood his attack because of your strength; he subconsciously assumed you were wearing some kind of magical treasure.]

[But how could a few Spirit Treasure possibly withstand Immortal Lord has mastered the power of Principle?]

["Hmph! As you wish! Skyhawk Warhawk!"]