Federation Great Expansion of One Million Years

Over the past 100,000 years, Huosi was the first to refine a godspark, becoming a Midgod of the earth element, and subsequently continued to attempt upgrades and improvements to the Interstellar Battle Armor.

Pusiluo became a Midgod after more than 80,000 years, and subsequently, feeling bored due to a lack of combat, he followed the inspection teams around to look into things, killing off corrupt officials and the like.

Adkins was a bit slower than Pusiluo, taking over 100,000 years to achieve the rank of Midgod.

Of course, this "slowness" was relative; in the Divine Plane, 100,000 years is but a fleeting moment, and being able to break through to Midgod meant his talent was not bad at all.

Not everyone is a genius who becomes a Highgod in a few thousand years; Beirut's three sons, even after millions of years, were still Midgods.

Although there was the reason that Beirut intentionally prevented them from breaking through so they could fuse profound mysteries, the timeframe of 100,000 years was not long at all in the Divine Plane.

"100,000 years have passed, and you have both broken through to Midgod. It is about time we restarted the expedition plan."

Looking at the eager Pusiluo and his companion, Huosi spoke slowly.

No matter what, the Four Divine Beasts Clan would not keep people stationed in an ordinary Material Plane indefinitely; even if they had sent people before, they had likely withdrawn by now.

Setting off now to reconnect to the Gorbachev Plane and continue expanding the Federation should no longer encounter any obstacles.

"That's great, Lord! We can finally go on expeditions again!"

Pusiluo became instantly excited. He had been stifled these past years, and now, there was finally a chance to fight.

He was a person who naturally loved combat, but for these 100,000 years, the Federation had remained in a period of peace, giving him no opportunity to fight.

He could only accompany the inspection teams around when he had nothing to do, killing a few people who bullied the commoners, but those people were too weak to pique his interest.

Although the reputation of Lord Qingtian, Pusiluo, had begun to spread across many planes, he really just loved to fight.

"Lord, are we going to target some medium-sized Material Planes next?"

Adkins was not as excited as Pusiluo, but asked calmly instead.

In the early days of the Federation's expeditions, they had selected only weak Material Planes where the strongest individuals were merely Lowgods.

Now that all three of them were Midgods, perhaps they could increase the intensity.

"That's right. Previously, our strength was weak and we were afraid of encountering Midgods, so we only targeted small Material Planes. Next, we can go and check out some medium-sized Material Planes."

Huosi nodded in response, showing no signs of concern regarding the danger.

Medium-sized Material Planes are a cut above small ones in terms of size, population, and the richness of elemental energy.

Therefore, one might encounter some Midgods in medium-sized Material Planes.

However, the higher the waves, the more valuable the fish, and the risk was actually quite small; both Pusiluo and Adkins were Midgods who had fused profound mysteries.

Such Midgods were almost impossible to encounter in a Material Plane.

Moreover, although he was only a Midgod who had refined a godspark, the augmentation of the Interstellar Battle Armor had greatly improved his defense and physical body.

Let alone Midgods, even if it were an ordinary Highgod, Huosi would dare to put up a fight.

When Linley was a Midgod, he dared to fight Highgods, and the physical augmentation brought by the Azure Dragon blood essence was indispensable.

"Prepare to set off. For a long time to come, we will be wandering between planes. Pusiluo, you will soon feel like you don't want to continue the expeditions."

Huosi looked at Pusiluo and joked.

Initially, Pusiluo thought Huosi was exaggerating, but he soon discovered that it was not an exaggeration at all.

Leading the Expeditionary Army to conquer planes and fight constantly was inherently a very interesting thing, and at first, Pusiluo naturally did it happily.

However, any interesting thing, when done too much, will eventually feel boring and numbing.

Material planes are endless, and it would be impossible for Pusiluo to conquer them all in his lifetime.

"Take this!"

Pusiluo swung his battle axe listlessly, smashing the head of a Midgod in one blow. With the death of the Midgod, the battle for the entire plane came to an end.

Soon, the Federation Expeditionary Army occupied the entire plane and very skillfully carried out reforms.

They replaced the high-level officials, first improved the lives of the lower classes, then changed the system, and finally concentrated all their strength to excavate resources, develop technology, and eventually hand over the required resource taxes to the Federation center.

"Tell me, Little Goldie, which plane is this?"

Pusiluo couldn't help but yawn as he asked Adkins.

"Do you want to die, you little kitty? This is the 18,329,781st!"

Adkins rolled his eyes, manipulating the data records, and retorted directly upon hearing Pusiluo's words.

"Is that so? That's over a million more!"

Pusiluo replied as if it were nothing; he had become numb to the nickname "little kitty" by now.

For so many years, the two of them had led the expeditionary army, constantly fighting everywhere.

Similar conversations had occurred countless times between the two; Pusiluo called him Little Goldie, and Adkins called him little kitty directly.

At first, it was just a nickname Pusiluo gave Adkins when he was bored, and he would tease him from time to time.

Adkins was very dissatisfied with this and had protested several times, even nearly coming to blows.

Pusiluo didn't care and continued to do as he pleased; "Little Goldie" had almost become his catchphrase.

And so, Adkins came up with another solution: he simply called him "little kitty."

The first time Pusiluo heard this nickname, he was incensed, furious enough to demand a duel with Adkins to the death.

The tenth time, Pusiluo merely rolled his eyes, signaling that he didn't care anymore—do whatever you want.

As for now, Pusiluo felt like saying, "Oh, sure, you're right, I am a little kitty!"

"Stop complaining, isn't this what you chose yourself?"

Adkins replied while uploading data to the Interstellar Network.

Pusiluo had been tired of this kind of work for a long time.

However, Lord Huosi had promised that if he completed his mission quotas, he would also have a set of Interstellar Battle Armor crafted for him.

For the sake of this, Pusiluo endured the boredom and kept working incessantly.

"I know, but I really didn't expect it to be this boring."

Pusiluo's tone was full of helplessness; while he didn't exactly regret it, he still found it painful.

A million years had passed since the new expedition began, and Pusiluo had long since lost his initial enthusiasm.

If it weren't for Lord Huosi promising to craft him a specialized, upgraded Interstellar Battle Armor after collecting twenty million Material Planes, Pusiluo would have quit long ago.

"Look on the bright side, these planes will eventually be converted into resources to support our Academy of Sciences. It won't be long before more results appear, and your armor will definitely be very high-end."

Adkins patted Pusiluo on the shoulder, beginning to dangle the carrot.

"Spare me that act. Last time I believed your words, I went to check on the progress with great excitement during our rest period, and the result? Heh."

Pusiluo rolled his eyes. He remembered very clearly that the last time he was bored to death, Adkins had said something similar.

It had made Pusiluo itch with anticipation, and he couldn't help but go to the Academy of Sciences to check the progress.

Then he discovered that, apparently, they had just started a new project proposal and managed to produce two, or maybe three, parts.

"The people at the Interstellar Warship Research Institute said that even the parts aren't complete yet. If you want to pilot an interstellar warship, wait another million years!"

"There's nothing to be done about that; scientific development takes time. A million years isn't that long, anyway, our lifespans are infinite."

Adkins shrugged and replied directly.

"Tch, alright, stop nagging, let's keep moving."

Pusiluo didn't want to continue this topic and cut Adkins off directly.

"You were the one who brought it up first."

Adkins curled his lip but didn't say anything more.

With a million years of development, as the Federation controlled more and more planes, it collected more talent and acquired more godheads.

Now, the weakest official researchers in the Academy of Sciences were at the Saint Realm; only intern students were below the Saint Realm.

After all, many projects required tens of thousands of years of research, and non-Saint Realm researchers would be replaced every few hundred years, so their utility gradually diminished.

As the projects expanded, the space in the Yulan Plane began to run short, so many project teams moved to specific planes to conduct their research.

In the year 2,570,000 of the Federation calendar, the entire Federation had become an unimaginable behemoth.

The Federation controlled a total of 36 million Material Planes, with medium-sized planes accounting for nearly a quarter of them.

The Federation used the Yulan Plane as its capital and merged the dozens of nearest planes into what was called the Capital Circle.

Subsequently, in several regions surrounding the capital plane circle, project planes for the Academy of Sciences were established.

These included, but were not limited to, the Interstellar Warship Research Plane, the Divine Domain Research Plane, the Divine Power Research Plane, and the Soul Research Plane.

Each plane gathered top-tier talent absorbed from countless planes and could utilize various resource minerals from the Federation's warehouses.

In addition, the Federation established over 30,000 provinces, each with over a hundred prefectures, and each prefecture controlled a dozen or so Material Planes.

The Federation branch in each plane controlled the core area of that plane and installed hidden systems, detection systems, and self-destruct systems around the space portals to prevent the existence of the portals from being exposed.

Furthermore, to mislead the plane guardians and prevent the Federation from being noticed by the Divine Planes, the Federation strictly vetted the talent it selected.

Anyone joining the Federation had to sign a soul contract from the very beginning to maintain strict confidentiality; if they refused to join the Federation, they had to leave for the Divine Planes.

From the perspective of the plane guardians, there was simply a group of people calling themselves the Federation who weren't interested in the Divine Planes and only wanted to study some strange things.

Although they didn't know what that was, the world was vast, and some strange things were normal, just like Metal Lifeforms or magic arrays.

While this faction was strange, it wasn't enough to make them overly concerned.

After all, plane guardians could not force anyone to go to the Divine Planes, and they didn't care about the development of the Material Planes themselves.