Since Logo's physical attribute is fire, Nirvana Tower's base attribute is fire, which is to better suit him.
But flames alone cannot satisfy Logo's needs. He has high expectations for the Alchemy Tower; spatial attributes are essential. Traveling, storing items, and surviving... all of these require the participation of spatial abilities.
The completion of the Gate of Space is only the first step. In the future, more and more spatial Rune Array will be inscribed on the Nirvana Tower, making it a mobile fortress.
However, all of this takes time.
The Gate of Space reopened, and they were teleported back over a long distance.
After sending Walpole away, Logo returned to his laboratory alone to continue his research. Every so often, he would create a piece of equipment of Immortal quality to accelerate his progress in mastering Power of Immortality.
Time flies like an arrow; four months have passed in the blink of an eye.
Crimson Alliance, Third Star Sector, Planet Hundred Birds.
This is an ordinary planet with dormant natural elements that are not easy to absorb, making cultivation conditions very poor. The strongest Transcendent is only at the Legendary level, and they were sent by the Alliance to oversee it; they were not born on its own soil.
In fact, given the conditions of Planet Hundred Birds, it's practically impossible for Legendary to emerge; there simply aren't the resources.
However, although the number of native Transcendent powerhouses is small, the technological development of Planet Hundred Birds is not to be underestimated. There is also a space fleet stationed in outer space. Overall, its economic development is considered to be in the middle range among the many colonies of the Alliance.
On this day, a spaceship that looked like it was made up of three hemispheres flew in from afar, trailing a long jettison beam. Due to its large size, the spaceship was unable to enter the docking port of the Planet Hundred Birds Space Station and could only be temporarily docked.
After the spaceship docked, the group of people walked down the gangway. They were wearing the same uniforms and had the same badge on their chests, which was a white bear roaring to the sky.
White Arctic Ocean Group.
Belonging to the Planet Saila, it is a large intergalactic commercial organization, smaller than the Ximenjia Consortium of the Planet Guta, but not to be underestimated.
"Hello Mr. Uwei, I am the Secretary-General of the Star Government Office. You can call me Kailedi!"
"Hello, it's an honor to meet you." The leading Saila People bowed slightly, his face displaying the solemnity characteristic of the Saila People, his manners impeccable.
As a high-ranking official in the government of Planet Hundred Birds, Kailedi was certainly worldly-wise and familiar with the ways of the Saila People. So he naturally withdrew his outstretched hand, smiled slightly, and turned to lead the way.
"Our Planet Hundred Birds this time will definitely satisfy your group. Please stay a little longer..."
The group walked slowly down the metal corridor of the space station. Kailedi was very enthusiastic. After all, they needed White Arctic Ocean Group's help, so it was understandable that they had to be humble. After all, Baibingyang Group was now their client.
Ten minutes later.
The spaceplane slowly landed at the largest airport in Planet Hundred Birds's capital city, and the people from White Arctic Ocean Group checked into a luxury hotel under the arrangement of Kailedi.
night.
Dark clouds loomed overhead, a damp atmosphere filled the air, and in the dark corners beneath the steel sky, where even neon lights couldn't fully illuminate, a tall figure in a cloak appeared out of nowhere.
This is a small alley next to a bar, where several drunken young men and women are lying haphazardly. They seem to have taken some kind of hallucinogenic drugs, with silly smiles on their faces.
The tall figure slowly squatted down, her gloved hand extending out, her index finger and thumb pinching a capsule-shaped object nearly two centimeters tall.
Without hesitation, the tall figure quickly selected her target and inserted the capsule into the mouth of a scantily clad woman lying on the ground, with a glistening droplet of water on the corner of her mouth.
He stood up, his cloak billowing without wind, melting into a writhing, twisting shadow, and vanished.
Not long after, a lewd-looking man peeked out from the side, and after a moment of scrutiny, his eyes lit up and his gaze suddenly focused on the woman.
"Hey, not bad looking. Time for another treat." The lewd man rubbed his hands together, dragged the woman into deeper shadows, and pulled down his pants to get down to business.
Three minutes later.
The sleazy man pulled up his pants and walked out of the shadows, satisfied.
Achoo!
For some unknown reason, the usually healthy but lewd man suddenly sneezed.
"Got a cold?" The sleazy man scratched his head, quite puzzled, but didn't take it to heart. It's just a sneeze, what's wrong with that!
Two weeks later!
Planet Hundred Birds Central Hospital.
Epidemic prevention ward.
Hundreds of beds were filled with people.
Among them were a drunk woman and a lewd man.
However, at this moment, they had already fallen into a coma, and their bodies were covered with dense, dark brown pustules. What was terrifying was that these pustules were still wriggling, as if there were living things inside.
Beside the two stood a group of medical staff in protective suits, who were discussing something at a rapid pace.
"This disease has never been found in the Planet Hundred Birds database. Could it have been transmitted from another planet?"
"It's possible. I suggest reporting this to your superiors and requesting an upgrade to database access privileges."
"Isn't this making a mountain out of a molehill? Leaders hate it when their subordinates cause them trouble!"
"What are we doing worrying about these things now? If we don't find out the cause of the epidemic, it could lead to a major disaster. This concerns the lives and property of countless citizens, and we cannot afford to be complacent!"
"Alright then, but while reporting to our superiors, we'd better try to keep the outbreak under control ourselves, otherwise we'll all be in deep trouble."
"Speaking of which, which of these two is the source of the epidemic?"
"I don't know, or perhaps neither!"
In the classically and simply decorated room, a knife rack hangs on the wall, and below it, a male and a female Saila People sit facing each other, with King-Hunting Chess placed between them.
"How's the mission going?" Uwei asked.
The woman opposite, with an icy expression, replied, "Everything is going smoothly; no one suspects us yet."
Uwei nodded slightly and placed a chess piece down. "Does the ' Blood Embrace Virus's ' autonomous iteration capability match the predicted situation?"
"Everything matches the data provided by the lab. At the current rate of iteration, in six months, the Blood Embrace Virus will completely spread throughout the Crimson Alliance. By then, even a fool would realize that Blood Clan are unaffected by the virus." The woman's voice remained icy, and the deeper meaning behind her words was a hundred times colder.
"Heh, since the Blood Clan can't bring themselves to completely sever ties with the Crimson Alliance, then we'll help them out. This world is only interesting when it's in chaos." Uwei chuckled in a low voice, his lowered eyes filled with hysterical madness. He was a madman who feared nothing more than a peaceful world.
The woman placed a chess piece down, her soft hair falling gracefully. "I don't care about these things. His Majesty's holy war is not to be interfered with!"
Under the bright sunshine and gentle breeze, the biennial graduation ceremony was being held on the playground of the Holy Sword Academy.
At this moment, Vice Dean Louis was giving a passionate speech, his lengthy remarks making the crowd below drowsy.
As for our Dean, he had already dozed off, leaning back in his seat, sleeping peacefully.
Perhaps for Dean Urta, poaching Vice Dean Louis from the Constellation Academy was one of the best decisions he ever made. Such a good asset was hard to find even with a spotlight.
After a long pause, Vice Dean Louis finally concluded his speech and announced loudly, "Now we will begin distributing graduation certificates. Graduates whose names are called, please come to the stage to receive yours."
"First place, a first-year student, Lancelot Terra!"
As the words echoed across the playground, Lancelot, dressed in a crisp Holy Sword uniform, slowly walked onto the stage.
Upon seeing him, a deafening roar of cheers erupted from the crowd, with the first-year students' cheers being the loudest.
Amidst the roaring sound, Lancelot's expression faltered for a moment. In a hazy moment, he seemed to see himself two years ago. In the blink of an eye, graduation was already upon him?
Time flies.
Well, no, two years is indeed quite short, but what can I do when my talent is just too high?
Amidst thunderous cheers, Lancelot shook hands with the school leaders and posed for photos.
After he stepped down from the stage, a line of resentful fifth-year students came up, but why they didn't appear alone like Lancelot...
Don't ask!
It can easily hurt feelings.
Beaufort received his diploma, but he wasn't as happy as he had expected. His eyes swept over the departing figure of the young man ahead, and he wondered if he would ever have the chance to catch up with this junior. It was probably impossible. In this world, there are always some unreasonable geniuses who are hard for ordinary people to understand, let alone surpass.
"I hope you go even further!" Beaufort murmured to himself. It's okay if he can't catch up; having a benchmark is good enough, isn't it?
night.
Sea Lake Villa.
Lancelot's friends gathered to celebrate his successful graduation and his formal commissioning as a major general.
Angel Rongside was completely drunk, clinging to Wreck-It Ralph Stephanie's neck, drinking heavily with her face flushed.
Berserker Jimmy and Blade Warrior Bell were quietly drinking one glass after another, clearly preparing to empty the villa's wine cellar.
"Lancelot, although I knew you were amazing during the Joint Entrance Examination, I still thought I could surpass you when I first entered the university. But you're just too ridiculous. You graduated from the first year, you know? Looking at you, I always feel like my abilities are not even as good as a dog's."
Rongside looked up, bewildered, and loudly accused.
He would never have said these things when he was sober, but now, fueled by alcohol, he blurted them out all at once, like popping beans.
Lancelot simply watched him quietly, a smile playing on his lips. For once, his sharp edge had softened, leaving only a gentle warmth like the rising sun.
Having reached this point in his life, he has inevitably developed some distance from his former friends, given the significant gap between them. Therefore, he cherishes these moments of getting together and speaking freely.
On the path to becoming a strong person, you need both enemies and friends.
Although they will eventually become memories, that doesn't diminish the joy I feel right now.
3 a. m.
As the crowd dispersed, Lancelot sat alone on the balcony, gazing up at the Mingyue in the sky, his expression aloof, as if he had suddenly stepped out of one world while not yet fully entering another—a feeling both strange and familiar.
Snap!
A hand suddenly landed on his shoulder, and a familiar scent filled his nostrils. Lancelot naturally leaned back, the back of his head touching something soft.
Behind her, Zyra placed her hands on Lancelot's shoulders, her beautiful eyes lowered, looking at his sharply defined and heroic face with an unusual tenderness. This was the first time she had seen Lancelot like this since they met.
"Why didn't you come sooner?" Lancelot asked softly, his eyes closed, enjoying the tranquility of the moment.
Zyra: "They'll be nervous when I arrive."
"This isn't like you." Lancelot's lips curled into a slight smile. The woman's attitude undoubtedly showed his status in her heart. For Zyra, who was usually carefree and acted without restraint, to deliberately avoid the time, the meaning was self-evident.
"You're not the same person you used to be!" Zyra retorted habitually.
"What's not like it?" Lancelot said, grabbing the slender hand on his shoulder and playing with it in his palm. Hmm, the feel is superb, like a piece of the finest jade.
Zyra her eyes at him, but didn't pull her hand back. They were both adults; there was no point in pretending anymore.
"You look more weathered and desolate today. Are you thinking about the past?" the woman asked, tilting her head. She already knew Lancelot's identity as a reincarnated being.
"Pretty much, this is my second time graduating from university," Lancelot remarked, the image of his graduation in his previous life flashing through his mind, just like now, as if he were at the dividing line between two worlds.
The difference is that he is now confident enough.
In my past life, I was lost and helpless.
"What was your world like before?" Zyra asked curiously.
Lancelot smiled, then the smile vanished in an instant. "It wasn't as exciting as it is now, but it was peaceful and warm. It's a pity that everything was ruined at that moment."
"I'll help you! No matter what!" Zyra said earnestly.
"I see..."
The voices gradually deepened, and under the moonlight, the two figures slowly merged together, as if it had always been so, harmonious and peaceful.
In the distance, atop the tower, a deep purple skirt billowed in the cool breeze, creating a breathtakingly beautiful arc. Mona stood motionless like a goddess statue, her crystalline pupils reflecting two figures tightly embracing, a faint bitterness on her lips.
Mo Li's furious, shrill voice echoed in his mind.
"Idiot! Idiot! I've never seen such a stupid woman as you, handing over a man so easily. Do you think that makes you seem noble? Moron! It only makes you look incredibly stupid..."
Mona listened quietly, just as always, being tolerant of Mo Li.
The latter, after cursing for a while, seemed tired. After a moment of silence, he said, "Alright, stop watching. They've already rolled around in bed. Do you want to see a live performance?"
These words brought Mona back to her senses. A beautiful blush appeared on her fair cheeks. She turned around, her skirt fluttering, petals falling, and her graceful figure vanished without a trace.
The next day.
Three poles in the sun.
The midday sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Lancelot, completely naked, sat up from the disheveled bed, his face showing an unusual look of confusion and exhaustion. It took him a good ten seconds to come to his senses.
His gaze swept across the bedroom, but he didn't see the person he wanted to see. He twitched his nose slightly, and the familiar scent of the woman lingered in his nostrils.
Lancelot scratched his head and curled his lip slightly. "Weren't you pretty crazy last night? Why are you chickening out now? Pathetic!"
"However... this woman has a really good figure, it's just a bit tough on her back."
He had witnessed the power of an Peak Epic martial artist today. The reputation was well-deserved; he truly deserved to be called the King of Martial Arts. His fighting style was expansive and powerful, and his close combat skills were superb. In particular, his Death Coil technique almost crushed Lancelot's waist.
"Our strength is still too weak. Let's keep up the good work and strive to seize the initiative as soon as possible!"
After giving himself a pep talk, Lancelot jumped out of bed, got dressed, and asked Christine to come in and tidy up the house.
After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, they continued their daily practice without fail.
Strength is never achieved overnight, but rather through gradual accumulation. Just as soil accumulates to form a mountain and water to form a deep pool, this has always been the case.
Steel Refining Academy.
Institute of Biochemistry.
As the most authoritative biochemical research institution in the Crimson Alliance, it gathers a large number of experts in the field of biochemistry.
At this moment, these experts have been brought together to conduct a consultation specifically on the recently emerging epidemic virus.
However, just half an hour into the meeting, a violent explosion suddenly occurred.
Boom!!
Flames and thick smoke shot into the sky.
In less than ten seconds, a beautiful woman dressed in a jade gown, resembling a goddess of life, descended.
She was none other than Cynthia, the Emerald Heart had previously appeared in Planet Golden Bridge Operation, Demigod of the Constellation Academy specializing in nature magic, and a master of life magic.
"Life, Reborn!"
Her long dress fluttered in the wind, her waist-length hair shimmered with a Bicuisi sheen, and with a gentle tap of her staff, a jade halo expanded in layers, as if the Legend Sea of Life had descended upon her in an instant.
Countless fine raindrops of life fell from the sky, extinguishing the raging fire and carrying terrifying Law of Life, transforming into a vibrant Demigod realm.
In this realm, all life that was originally dead seems to have been restored to its original state as if time had reversed, except for humans!
Surprisingly, not a single one of those biochemists was able to be resurrected.
Cynthia, the Emerald Heart, gradually turned pale.
She certainly understood how devastating the impact of the explosion would be if those experts couldn't be saved.
"Asshole!"
A roar as fierce as thunder echoed outwards, and space was torn apart by a rough, large hand. The jagged, sharp edges collided with the naked skin of the newcomer, yet did not harm the other party in the slightest.
"Lord Maxwell." Cynthia bowed slightly. Although they were both Demigod, her status was far inferior to that of the person before her. Moreover, Cynthia felt guilty at this moment.
Under her watchful eye, the Alliance's top figures in the field of biochemistry were wiped out, and no matter how you look at it, it's inextricably linked to her.
Maxwell glanced coldly at Cynthia, the furious Moon Breaker completely ignoring the Emerald Heart, and instead reached out, Void with his bare hands, and grabbed her fiercely.
A dark figure was thus captured.
Sylvain surprised; she hadn't expected that the Moon Breaker, known for his physical strength, would also have such high spatial abilities.
Although his dark clone was of average strength, it could hide in the deepest dimensional rifts. Even Demigod who specialized in spatial science might not be able to detect it, let alone grab it with his bare hands.
"This aura..." Maxwell narrowed his eyes slightly, then a murderous intent erupted, "It's you! Ashes Dark Moon!"
"You Ashes, you really are persistent!" Maxwell gritted his teeth.
Sylvain didn't speak, only gave a strange smile, and then her consciousness vanished with a bang. The dark figure, having lost its core control, also collapsed and disappeared with a "poof".
Bang!!
Maxwell clenched his fist so hard that the surrounding space creased into countless wrinkles, like crumpled pieces of paper.
This scene terrified Cynthia, Emerald Heart nearby; the Moon Breaker was even more terrifying.
"Your Excellency, who was that dark figure just now...?" Cynthia asked in a low voice.
Without turning his head, Maxwell Earth Dao, "Dark Moon Sylvain, second only to the Sun Eclipser in the Ashes Organization. I indirectly fought him a hundred years ago; he's very strong!"
Cynthia suddenly realized, a hint of fear appearing on her beautiful face. "It was this person. No wonder she caused the explosion without anyone noticing and even hindered my Life Reversal Magic."
"Hmm. Since it was him, you can't entirely blame yourself. This guy is indeed cunning, and many powerful forces have suffered losses because of him." Maxwell's tone softened considerably. In his view, it was quite normal for Cynthia to fall into Sylvain's hands.
However, upon hearing this, Cynthia said, "Your Excellency, I'm afraid it's not as simple Sylvain's involvement."
"Hmm? What did you find out?" Maxwell's expression shifted slightly as he turned his head.
As a leading expert in the field of life sciences, Emerald Heart's ability to perceive and distinguish the aura of living beings is absolutely top-notch among Demigod. Even Maxwell wouldn't dare say he could surpass her in this regard. Moreover, she was the first Demigod to arrive at this place, so perhaps she really has made some additional discoveries.
"I'm not entirely sure about this either," Cynthia began, giving herself a heads-up before continuing with a serious expression, "I've detected the presence of the Blood Clan."
"Really?" Maxwell's eyes lit up.
"It shouldn't be wrong! Although the aura was extremely well concealed, I still managed to catch it. It flashed by in the instant immediately after the explosion, and when I searched carefully, it vanished without a trace."
"Blood Clan..." Maxwell chewed on those two words with a cold expression, a murderous intent unconsciously boiling in his chest.
The high-ranking members of the human Alliance held differing attitudes toward the Blood Clan, roughly divided into three factions: moderates, Radical Faction, and Neutral Faction. Maxwell was one of the leaders of the Radical Faction, advocating for a direct war with the Blood Clan to wipe them out of the Alliance in one fell swoop.
As for the subsequent pain, time can heal it.
Corresponding to this are the factions within the Blood Clan.
Like humans, not all Blood Clan want to sever ties with the Alliance. A significant portion of them have deep feelings for the Alliance and hope to continue living peacefully with humans.
Humans are not plants or trees, how can they be without feelings? The emotions of intelligent life are the greatest variable in the Astral Realm.
Whether Blood Clan or human, once they invest too much emotion in something, they become unable to let go.
This is precisely the unique characteristic of a multi-ethnic mixed civilization.
In short, they hate each other, yet they can't bear to part with each other—it's quite a complicated situation.
But that's reality. In the Termination, you either make do or fight tooth and nail to reshape the power structure.