As for direction, the Cosmic Federation was still feeling its way forward. On one hand, it explored the stars and developed the Moon, promoting it all through livestreams for the entire populace; on the other, it was also searching for new paths.
Continuing to explore the stars was, in the end, only a stopgap measure.
When the first extraterrestrial life base was built, perhaps everyone would cheer. But when there were ten, a hundred, the reaction of more people would surely be: "Oh! That's it...?"
Looking across the history of civilization, it had always risen in cycles of repetition. Even the Cosmic Federation found it difficult to break free from that periodic law.
But the doomsday worlds in the sky—or rather, the changing trend of the future—had provided a new direction.
Many times, the greatest catalyst driving a civilization's growth and leap was not burying one's head in gathering resources and pursuing development, but war!
Thinking of this, Zhao Dong could not help smiling. He suddenly felt that he had gotten a little carried away, treating the weighty matter of war far too lightly.
Yet when he looked toward the vault of the sky and saw those doomsday worlds drawing ever closer and becoming ever clearer, he knew that war was not some frivolous fancy of his, but an inevitable certainty.
On the road to growth, people needed tempering to mature. Civilizations were the same.
Amid this tangle of thoughts, the magnetic levitation power board beneath his feet came to a steady stop on the rooftop platform of a high-rise, an area roughly the size of a plaza.
This power board truly was some black-tech marvel, but it could only be used within the city ecosystem. After the energy issue had been resolved, the entire city had achieved complete coverage