The next day, the Central Legion moved its camp to the space-time rift. In just three days, it built a new base around it.
Then, under Yu Guanzhi's command, thirty thousand soldiers entered the rift and arrived ten thousand years in the past of a Parallel World.
Looking at the Ming Dou Mountains as they had been ten thousand years ago, still largely untouched, Yu Guanzhi felt a wave of emotion.
After all, ten thousand years later, the Ming Dou Mountains had become one of the Federation's premier tourist destinations.
They commemorated the era when the Federation, still the Sun Moon Empire, had waged war against the Former Three Douluo Kingdoms. It was a past worth remembering.
Many people could trace their ancestry back to citizens of those kingdoms, but more than six thousand years had passed. No one felt much attachment to them anymore.
They took pride in being citizens of the Douluo Federation.
That was what cultural unification could do.
Only then could multiple countries and peoples truly become one.
"Set up camp here."
"Yes, sir!"
The soldiers answered in unison.
Before long, large industrial Soul Tools were brought in. With the soldiers and workers laboring together, the Central Legion built a thoroughly modern city around the rift, complete with walls.
These were nothing like ancient city walls.
They were forged from multiple metals, with modular defensive Soul Guidance arrays embedded inside.
By specification, they could withstand the blast of a Level 11 Fixed Soul Guidance Shell.
And that meant withstand it completely.
Put simply...
Breaking through those defensive arrays would take at least two Level 11 Fixed Soul Guidance Shells.
It was not that the Federation lacked anything better.
There was simply no need.
Against threats above the god level, there were the gods of the Divine