Chapter 780: Earth Shocked, Solar Arrival Weapon

They felt both pity and frustration for the big octopus, which knew absolutely nothing when questioned. Such a descendant, ignorant of its own ancestors and lineage, was clearly unfilial and treated others with extreme indifference.

"What should we do? We can't get anything from this big octopus," they whispered among themselves. "How will we explain this to Guild Leader Yuan Qinghua?" They had, after all, followed Yuan Qinghua in the past. Now that he had ascended to the Myriad Worlds and was doing much better, they might have to follow him again in the future. The class system was already clearly defined: Wizard Community, followed by the Six Paths of Reincarnation, then the Spore Evolution Sandbox, and finally, the Myriad Worlds. They were currently in the Six Paths of Reincarnation, placing them in the second tier. However, they believed it was very possible they could also "ascend to the Myriad Worlds" in the future. After all, who didn't possess some self-confidence, believing themselves to be a born genius?

Someone, shaking their roots, remarked, "In my opinion, it's very likely an ancestor from ancient times. It's quite normal for there to be connections between the Myriad Worlds. We encountered a big octopus here, and over there, they found a mysterious, similar creature."

"It's clearly much more powerful!" someone exclaimed. "Those creatures can survive in the Sun and Mercury, but what about our big octopus? It can only drift around the periphery. If it swam into the Sun's surface ocean, wouldn't it just turn into charcoal-broiled octopus?" Others commented that, despite being mere "keyboard saints," people still had a decent understanding.

The big octopus nodded frantically, both surprised and overjoyed. "I never imagined my ancestors were so powerful!" it exclaimed. "It's clear our branch of the family is backward and remote, completely unable to keep up with the times." It found the thought terrifying yet amazing—that it had such powerful distant relatives. They could float through cosmic energy storms when they cultivated their power; it was incredibly dreadful. How had it never known this? It truly seemed to be behind the times. The octopus became increasingly convinced that it was merely a country bumpkin. It had always believed itself to be the strongest Heavenly Emperor in history, but it turned out it had just been looking at the sky from the bottom of a well, seeing only a tiny fraction, while its own ancestors were so formidable in this world. It felt a profound sense of happiness.

"Then it's settled," a player said, perhaps noting the big octopus's excited expression, and patted its shoulder reassuringly. "We'll take you to reconnect with your ancestors another day."

Soon after, on the Spore Evolution forum, Yuan Qinghua received the update. "The big octopus really claims that, according to its family tree, those creatures are its ancestors? And it's ready to be reunited with its lineage?" He carefully considered the implications, finding the connection profoundly significant. After all, the enormous creatures on those planets in this universe were clearly a powerful super-race that had propagated, possibly for a very long time in this galaxy. The big octopus, then, might indeed be a descendant from this very universe.

After some thought, he made an online statement: "Everyone, the current situation is extremely challenging. It's a battle between two titans—the transcendent against technology—a cosmic war. It's like two opposing ends of the Moon's legacy, and it's unclear who will emerge victorious." He continued, "After all, both sides want to seize the Moon and study its inscriptions. The larger entities possess enormous energy and are invincible among their peers, akin to an adult battling a swarm of mosquitoes. However, the smaller entities have their own advantages: rapid cultivation, short development cycles, and the ability to gather in vast numbers. Hundreds or thousands of ants can, after all, kill an elephant and then divide its energy!"

Everyone understood the advantage of sharing energy, as evidenced by the big octopus. And there was another crucial point: while large size was beneficial and offered invincibility at the same cultivation level, slow cultivation speed meant that others, who cultivated quickly, could surpass your realm. Then, a higher-level entity attacking a lower-level one would turn the large, slow cultivator into nothing more than a massive, exploitable source of energy.

"And now," he concluded, "those technological mechs are pushing the concept of mass-produced 'ants' to their limits. We'll see who gains the upper hand. I intend to observe from the sidelines." He then began taking screenshots as he watched the unfolding events.

*Boom!* The battle raged for over a full day. Nuclear-powered mechanical mechs, seemingly with infinite energy, were controlled by intelligent AI. On the opposing side, the colossal beasts displayed unimaginably terrifying endurance. On television, countless people watched. They would fall asleep on their sofas from exhaustion, only to wake up and resume watching. The more they witnessed, the more fear grew within them as they began to discern ominous signs.

"How can machines possibly defeat flesh and blood?" someone exclaimed. "Exactly!" another shouted. "When those machines crash, they're permanently lost, but when the flesh-and-blood creatures are injured, their wounds heal incredibly fast!" In a bar, a group of blonde foreigners yelled, surrounded by empty liquor bottles, as they stared up at the large screen. "Oh, Moon Goddess on high! Their regenerative power is just too immense. Machines are inanimate objects! While their energy propulsion ensures endurance, once they're destroyed, all that endurance is useless. At this rate, we're going to be wiped out!" They felt that disaster was imminent, for every downed mechanical war-suit was a painful sight for the populace; these were, after all, top-secret national weapons.

The television continued to report: "In the ongoing conflict, over thirty percent of mechanical war-suits have already been destroyed!" It added, "Nations are holding emergency meetings, mobilizing all their hidden reserves of mechanical war-suits, and using concealed, backup small rockets to dispatch them one by one into space to reinforce the front lines!"

While these reports injected a surge of morale into everyone, they all knew it was merely a temporary fix, not a permanent solution.

At that moment, the television host continued their broadcast: "Simultaneously, nations are activating a second emergency response plan: a super-secret new weapon, the 'Super Sunfall Weapon,' which surpasses the 'Moonfall' intercontinental missile, is now being deployed. There is no need to worry." On screen, some unusual footage began to play.

"A suppression-level weapon beyond the Moonfall Weapon?" people wondered. "The Sunfall Weapon, what could that be?" "Unimaginable!" "Do they represent two distinct weapons, symbolizing the Sun and the Moon?" The entire populace felt a slight surge of excitement, filled with anticipation.

Yuan Qinghua frowned as he watched, hunching over more deeply. "A new weapon that surpasses nuclear capabilities?" he mused. "These countries are incredibly secretive! They've secretly developed weapons beyond nuclear bombs already? Are they ready to start a second world war at any moment? That's truly ruthless!" At this point, he stopped, uncertain whether it was advisable to continue the live broadcast.

The weapons of this era were highly advanced, surpassing anything on Earth. Yet, they were also remarkably suitable for modern Earth to study. This civilization differed from the Ishdar era, which was far beyond Earthlings' comprehension. Their technological civilization, however, could be studied and even replicated; obtaining their design blueprints and underlying principles would quickly lead to understanding, and this would have an astonishing impact on the real world!

"Never mind," he decided. He took a deep breath, weighed his options carefully, and ultimately chose to continue the live broadcast.

"Holy cow, the big shot is streaming live?" "Don't broadcast this! What if rogue nations copy it?" "Awesome! Sending you rockets!" Various clandestine research institutes continuously sent virtual gifts, a steady stream of "rockets" filling the screen, as they watched the scene with burning intensity. A group of scientists was already engrossed in studying this extraterrestrial cosmic war.

"Surpassing nuclear weapons?" "How is that possible!" a skeptical scientist retorted. "Even if our civilization is less advanced, we understand many fundamental principles and even have various cutting-edge hypothetical concepts. Currently, we basically can't conceive of a weapon with greater destructive power than nuclear arms!" This was met with disbelief from some obstinate scientists.

"You can't afford not to believe it!" someone rebuked. "This is a powerful planetary civilization; their weapons are beyond our imagination!" The room was in disarray. "This could even allow us to develop the next stage of nuclear weapons!" The scientists swallowed, and silence fell over the room. Everyone present understood the terrifying implications. This wasn't about some ethereal bloodline cultivation techniques; it was about real, practical benefits that could profoundly change a nation, and indeed, an entire era.

At that moment, the television screen showed a peculiar sight: a special fleet of unmanned aircraft, jointly launched by various nations and continents on that planet, ascended into the sky. "What's going on with these planes?" someone wondered. "They don't seem to have any weapon systems loaded." "Their shape is very peculiar!" another remarked. "They look more like crumpled balls of paper. Are they made of some advanced material, like memory metal?"

In just half an hour, the planes from various countries astonishingly flew directly beyond the thin atmosphere. These "paper ball" aircraft then invisibly merged, like bats, and began to extend wings. The planes resembled small umbrellas that swiftly interlocked to form a much larger one. Next, they shed an outer layer, revealing their true form: transparent, glass-like planes that rapidly assembled into a colossal glass mirror.

"Is it a magnifying glass?!" someone shrieked. "Oh my goodness!" "God! Unimaginable!" Countless scientists, staring at the mirror in the atmosphere, cried out as they grasped the truth. Their faces slowly twisted into expressions of terror. In that moment, it was as if they witnessed a majestic, colossal cosmic giant from myth hovering in space, holding a magnifying glass and aiming it directly at the beings on Earth.

The feeling was deeply shocking, akin to a mischievous child squatting in the sunlight, using a magnifying glass to focus the sun's rays and ignite a tiny ant on a globe. In this scenario, the ants represented the cities of Earth.