Theseus's Ship

In the pitch-black universe, a colossal rotating galaxy stretched over a hundred thousand light-years across. Dozens of enormous spiral arms formed a vast wheel drifting through space.

Around this gigantic wheel, bright red and white points of light glittered brilliantly.

These luminous points were far larger than ordinary stars. Even beside a wheel as immense as the entire Milky Way, they remained clearly visible.

These points of light were stellar analogues and quasars. Their cores were all Black Holes, and even the smaller stellar analogues had diameters approaching a hundred Wen Units.

A railway track spanning the starry sky gleamed with a cold, unyielding sheen beneath the starlight. It pierced through the galaxy-sized wheel, linking every star in this stretch of space.

Upon those tracks, a pure-white cosmic train flecked with azure starlight sped onward.

Qi Zhengyan sat alone inside the train.

His wooden face was expressionless. His eyes reflected the layered, intricate spatial structures before him, and he saw the mark concealed within the train.

It was a bronze alchemy furnace, beside which sat an old man with white hair and beard, dressed in a Daoist robe.

This was the anti-counterfeiting mark of the Supreme Elder Lord.

Clearly, this universe was Virtue Venerable's territory.

Qi Zhengyan looked at the cosmic train, equipped with a Curvature Engine, Wormhole Jump, Vacuum Zero-Point Energy, and other technologies, and silently pondered.

"In this universe, Virtue Venerable's alter ego is the great inventor, Supreme Elder Lord. Ninety-nine percent of the world's applied technology is His handiwork."

"With Virtue Venerable's strength, a high-tech society is merely something He can create at whim. He Himself is also known for concepts such as order and enlightenment."

"Yet the True World has always remained an antiquated feudal society. Only terrestrial immortals at the Dharma Body level can barely