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Ink Bamboo Mountain's Extraterrestrial Immortal Base

Under the purple moonlight, in the sea of sand, Kun burst through the sand and spat out a bright-red lump of flesh with a smack.

A woman's face grew on the lump. She looked this way and that, curiously taking in this other world.

"Hey, fellow cultivator, make yourself at home. This world's spacious, and there's no one here besides us."

Standing on a dune in a spacesuit, the man waved at the lump of flesh and opened his helmet. It was Li Kun.

The lump shot him a sidelong glance, then wriggled through the sand like a sandworm and burrowed into the deep-purple desert.

Li Kun shrugged and looked back at Kun. "Did you clear everything off the moon? You didn't leave anything behind, right?"

Kun slapped his fin, as if to say, "I've got this, so your brother can relax."

Li Kun said, "...All right, go have fun, then."

Kun rolled its eyes at him. Fun, fun, fun. What was it, a little kid?

Then Kun leaped into the sea of sand, and the sandstorm it kicked up buried Li Kun up to his head.

"Tch. What a little fry..."

Li Kun shook his head, climbed out of the sand, and added the coordinates by comparing them with the stars. Then he turned and walked into the boundless desert beneath the False Moon. The wind and sand soon buried his footprints. At last, after crossing dune after dune, Li Kun spotted the silver starship hovering over the sea of sand.

The data and equipment brought back from the South Sea fishery and the lunar research base had been dumped haphazardly on the ground. It looked as if they'd just moved into a new place, except it was still an unfinished shell, and