The moment Lu Xingshi landed in the Imperial Capital, he was taken away. The Empire had apparently prepared for this long ago. He was then arranged to undergo review, during which they launched a trade-in program.
He traded in his Spirit Floating Cannon for a Prism Intelligent Matrix of better quality and rank without hesitation.
It was not that he had his eye on the Magic Tool called the Prism Intelligent Matrix. Rather, he had left a mark on the Spirit Floating Cannon, allowing him to follow that mark and locate its final destination.
It was not just him. Everyone who possessed a basic-model Magic Tool received the same treatment.
Some had naturally been suspicious and considered refusing to hand theirs over. Naturally, there was no more word from them afterward.
They refused a toast only to drink a forfeit. Did they really think the Empire was some kind old gentleman? If they were willing to hand them over, everyone could win.
But if they refused, that did not mean the Empire had no other means of acting.
At the same time, the crackdown on Void Demons and Mechanoids was growing increasingly intense, with the news reporting on it every day.
Yet there was only a beginning, never an end. No one knew how the captured Void Demons and Mechanoids were ultimately dealt with.
All anyone knew was that they had been dealt with collectively. As for where they were gathered and how they were handled, there was not a shred of information.
Lu Xingshi did know. They had all been sent into the Imperial Capital, then vanished without a trace, as though the Imperial Capital contained a mirror space that devoured everything.
After arriving in the Imperial Capital, he had tried to search for it. He did find some