One month later.
Bailan had already entered a Curvature Space jump, her expression solemn and meticulous.
She seemed to be thinking carefully.
In the cramped interior of the Flying Device, several transparent insects had long since been removed from the mini ultra-pure-water Flying Device in front of her. They were being kept in a specialized glass container.
They looked like maggots writhing in water. By now, they posed no threat whatsoever. Their life force was so weak that they could not even compare to the parasites of the human world's Wasteland Cataclysm, let alone those that came after it.
Through the Heart of Fire she had obtained from the Flowing Sand Civilization, which used emotions as the most basic medium for communicating between souls, Bailan could vaguely sense the emotional fluctuations in these tiny creatures' souls. She could make simple observations of right and wrong and communicate with them—or, more accurately, peer into their emotions one-sidedly.
Over the past month of peering into their souls, she seemed to have gradually uncovered the mysterious veil surrounding this civilization through the emotions she sensed from them.
Though it remained in the dark and was still only a set of coordinates to Bailan, its flourishing technology and society, where the struggle over reproductive rights had grown fiercely competitive, had nonetheless taken vague shape before her eyes!
It was a completely unfamiliar miniature world.
The Ningjing Bay habitat, the struggle between the Hawks and the Procreation Faction, the Elder Council, the imminent completion of the third Sea Beast-class spacetime cruiser, the Sea Roar Law Catastrophe Weapon...
Bailan had already planned to return to the Starveil Land, but after conducting a detailed investigation, she suddenly pulled the Flying Device out of Curvature Space and back into reality, stopping above the turbulent sea. A solemn expression