Ten Thousand Years Pass in a Flash

"Speaking of which, that thing of yours, the battle armor, what kind of divine artifact is it exactly?"

Pusiluo slowly put away his battle axe, scratched his head, and asked directly.

Over the past two years, Pusiluo and Adkins could be considered to have become friends through their clashes.

As the top combatant and chief scientist under Huosi, Adkins did not treat Pusiluo, an outsider, with cold disdain, but he certainly maintained the air of a senior.

As a burly man full of fiery temper, Pusiluo could hardly tolerate such an attitude.

Having suffered so many grievances under Alikui'en for years, he had long sworn in his heart never to let anyone act so arrogantly in front of him again!

Lord Huosi was the only exception, of course, as he was the savior who had pulled him out of the sea of misery.

And so, the two began friendly sparring sessions. As both were Lowgods and Adkins had achieved initial fusion of his Laws and Mysteries, there wasn't much difference between them.

However, Pusiluo was a Volcano Giant with a powerful physique, and by relying on his physical advantages, he left Adkins with no recourse.

Things should have ended there, but seeing that Adkins had lost, Pusiluo couldn't help but mock him a few times.

Adkins simply stopped holding back, activated his Interstellar Battle Armor, and instantly merged with it. Various mechanical cannons unleashed energy, covering the area with firepower.

Subsequently, he nearly beat Pusiluo until he was looking for his teeth on the ground.

Pusiluo wanted to fight back, but that strange armor was surprisingly hard, and his attacks couldn't even break through it.

After the battle, Pusiluo was left completely bewildered. He couldn't understand what the divine artifact Adkins had suddenly used was; it was as hard as a turtle shell and hurt like hell when it hit him.

Most importantly, he couldn't fathom how those cannon-like things could unleash such powerful attacks without any perceptible fluctuations of divine power, yet possess such terrifying might.

"Heh heh, that is a battle armor uniquely developed by Lord Huosi, a divine artifact one of a kind in this world."

Adkins tossed his hair, his tone light and smug.

The battle armor was a replica Huosi had created based on his own Interstellar Battle Armor. While it couldn't compare to the original, it still provided a certain degree of enhancement.

At the very least, it was enough for the current Adkins to counter Pusiluo without much trouble.

"Say, look, we've known each other for so long, could you... give me one too?"

Pusiluo scratched his head sheepishly and asked with a hint of anticipation.

Who wouldn't want such a terrifying divine artifact? If he had one, his strength would instantly increase by a significant margin.

"In your dreams! This is top-secret Federation technology that only Lord Huosi can manufacture. Currently, there are only two sets in the entire Federation: one for the Lord himself, and one in my hands!"

Adkins said, getting carried away and rejecting Pusiluo directly, while taking the opportunity to show off his status with the Lord.

"Heh heh, I'm just envious, that's all."

Pusiluo wasn't angry; instead, he rubbed his hands together cautiously.

Regardless, he hadn't joined Lord Huosi's ranks long ago, so he certainly couldn't compare himself to Adkins.

Pusiluo had volunteered to come to the Dark Continent this time partly because he wanted to stretch his muscles; after years of repression, he hoped to vent through combat.

On the other hand, he also wanted to earn some merit. Even if it wasn't a major achievement, it might at least leave an impression on the Lord.

As long as he persisted, the Lord would eventually grant him rewards, and then, wouldn't the divine artifact be his?

"You'd better save it, little kitty!"

Adkins curled his lip. The original Lowgods from the Qingya Continent had been working at the Academy of Sciences for years and had earned far more merit than Pusiluo; he was nowhere near their level.

He had only followed the Expeditionary Army to take out a few opponents; that bit of merit was far from enough to be impressive.

"You want to die, don't you? How many times have I told you, don't mention cats to me!"

Pusiluo's entire face flushed red at a visible speed, and he raised his fist to strike.

The term "little kitty" was Pusiluo's sore spot; anyone who dared to bring it up would face his wrath!

"Tch, honestly, so many years have passed, and you're still so sensitive about cats."

Adkins skillfully dodged Pusiluo's fist and cut the conversation short:

"Alright, we need to go back and report. We still have to coordinate the control of the entire continent!"

Adkins certainly knew how much Pusiluo loathed cats, but over the years, he had discovered that using the word "kitty" to tease Pusiluo was quite fun.

The way this guy got angry was rather amusing.

"You guy!"

Pusiluo spat out indignantly, then retracted his divine power.

With the only god-level powerhouse of the Dark Continent eliminated, the entire continent inevitably fell into chaos.

The Federation's army seized the entire continent at top speed, with almost no meaningful resistance throughout the process.

In the magic universe, individual strength can often decide everything.

In the material plane, god-level powerhouses are absolute truth; a single word from them can directly determine the life or death of countless people.

Once they lost the protection of their god-level powerhouse, the remaining factions of the Dark Continent, with the exception of a very few die-hards, naturally submitted to the Federation.

Thus, the Bailun Plane ushered in unification, with only one regime: the Interstellar Federation Byron Branch.

Following its previous approach, the Federation initiated large-scale reforms throughout the Bailun Plane, with marine development and trade becoming the mainstream.

In just a few decades, Huosi had excavated a vast amount of untapped ore from the ocean, using compression and synthesis technologies to continue researching his battle armor and other weapons.

Life in the Bailun Plane began to improve, and the number of talented individuals across the entire plane gradually increased.

Following this trend, everything was developing in a positive direction.

However, less than a hundred years later, the output of various resources in the Bailun Plane began to stabilize.

"As expected, just as I hypothesized."

After inspecting the state of the plane, Huosi became even more certain of his previous theories.

He had long held corresponding hypotheses regarding the operational laws of matter and energy in the Coiling Dragon universe.

That is, the resources of every material plane are directly connected to the Elemental Ocean.

For example, if a plane's capacity is 100, when its resources fall below 100, they will increase at a certain rate until they stop at 100.

Most material planes have very abundant resources, sitting between 80 and 90, which is why the Federation could mine them directly upon arrival, collecting a massive amount in just a few decades.

But after that, as resources were hollowed out, one had to wait for the plane to self-repair.

During this process, the material plane would gradually extract energy from the Elemental Ocean to slowly recover.

Originally, according to the powerhouses produced by the continent itself—with mages exhausting their efforts to absorb heaven and earth elements and warriors digging for various resources to forge weapons—it would take countless years to hollow out a plane.

However, the Federation's large-scale mining caused the plane's resources to be consumed rapidly; the entire process of recovery could potentially take hundreds of millions of years.

"These, as expected, are still just a drop in the bucket."

Huosi looked at the data for his battle armor, which had only improved slightly, and then looked at the various blueprints filling his spatial ring, especially many that he could not understand at all with his current capabilities.

"Next, prepare to set off, continue moving forward, and use countless material planes to change this universe!"

Huosi was silent for a moment, then looked up at the sky and muttered.

After the Bailun Plane gradually stabilized, Huosi left with Pusiluo and the majority of the people, leaving behind only a small number to control the plane's government, which was sufficient.

Subsequently, Huosi specifically constructed a Teleportation City in the Yulan Plane.

Inside the city, space was dedicated to housing teleportation magic arrays; the city itself served as the headquarters, responsible for connecting with the material planes controlled by the Federation.

As one magic array after another was perfected, one space portal after another connected to other material planes; the expedition had become a tradition of the Federation.

As every expedition brought back enormous resources, the entire Academy of Sciences boiled over, and the Federation began arguing until they were red in the face over the allocation of expedition quotas.

Because of this, Pusiluo had another fight with Adkins, shouting that since he had been following the master for so long and already had his own battle armor, couldn't he give others a chance to earn merit?

This left Adkins feeling both annoyed and amused. Since he happened to have new research tasks anyway, he simply let Pusiluo have his way.

Thus, with his absolute strength, Pusiluo temporarily became the representative figure of the Federation Expeditionary Army; his mission was to lead the Federation and charge into the sea of planes!

Unknowingly, ten thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

The Federation had developed from a single plane into a multi-plane polity with the Yulan Plane as its core, forming a new landscape.

Through the space teleportation magic arrays, numerous material planes were integrated, and science flourished across the material planes, reshaping the foundations of this universe.

On the top floor of the Expedition Headquarters building, a weary-looking Pusiluo gulped down a large mouthful of tea.

"Lord Pusiluo, the scouts we sent out seem to have encountered some trouble."

A soldier spoke respectfully, not minding how exhausted Pusiluo looked.

"What kind of problem?"

Pusiluo yawned to express his state, though no one cared.

Conquering planes sounded impressive, but it became boring after a long time. Over these years, as the supreme commander of external warfare, Pusiluo had occasionally charged to the front lines himself.

He could no longer remember how many material planes he had pacified—was it three thousand, or four thousand? Regardless, he remembered that at the last count, the Federation currently possessed a total of 5,362 material planes.

Of course, these were basically all small material planes; currently, not one was larger than the Yulan Plane.

"According to the intelligence, the plane they went to has a Midgod stationed there, so they reported to you immediately."

The soldier continued his report.

"Oh? A Midgod?"

Pusiluo sat up straight. Over these many years, the Federation had seized thousands of material planes; more than half had no god-level beings, and a small portion had Lowgods.

As for a Midgod, there really hadn't been a single one. He didn't know if it was because the nearby planes were all relatively small, or because the spatial nodes of medium-sized material planes were not easy to connect to.