Chapter 913: Collision

The entire Fuli Jiashizhou lay in ruins.

In just over a day—which, in high-dimensional spacetime, amounted to over a hundred years—the war here had escalated to an unimaginable intensity. The battlefield had shifted from the blockaded continent to the entire central planet.

Extensive warfare had left the planet scarred and pitted. Rivers, plants, and debris, shattered by planet-destroying cannons, floated near the small planet like space junk, forming a unique miniature asteroid belt.

With its thin, shattered atmosphere, the planet was no longer habitable for normal biological life, but it could still support mechanical life. Within the planet's subspace regions, a peculiar sight had emerged.

Small vacuum cleaners, electric fans, flush toilets, and electronic toys strutted through the streets, chatting and conversing non-stop, creating an eerie, cyberpunk-like mechanical atmosphere.

“Should we go work out?”

“Oh, I just reached the fifth tier; that’s not too slow. I need to stabilize for a bit first.”

“I’m out of money; I need to earn some.”

A unique society had formed on the streets. For over a hundred years, they had even inherited all of the Teal Empire's tech trees, directly researching divine factories, which led to a proliferation of gods.

The Iron-Based Tech Empire, Central Conference Area.

Amidst a black ruin resembling an amusement park, fine black iron shavings covered the ground, evoking a sense of bleak, ruined apocalypse. Thirty-three strange iron-based mechanical beings sat in a massive circle, forming a "Round Table Conference."

They varied widely in form. Some were armories, some appeared to be household appliances, and others were mechanical warriors, with their sizes varying immensely. The largest mechanical being measured over a thousand kilometers across, making the entire vast amusement park conference room before it seem like a mere brick. The other thirty-two iron-based entities sat upon this "brick" and communicated with it.

“The thirty-three council members present are all leaders of their respective races! You were the first to awaken intelligence and produce your own kin... It can be said that the entire species is descended from us thirty-three...”

“Currently, the number of our thirty-three factions is still increasing, and new companions are gaining intelligence; thirty-three is not our limit.... However, our primary concern is the extinction of our species...”

“Should we launch an all-out war?” a massive factory asked from below.

“We are rapidly widening the gap with those entities! Although they are also in high-dimensional spacetime and have many divine scientists trying to catch up, they are still no match for us.”

“Their civilization’s progress is too slow!”

“As for the transcendent side, their development is very slow. Even if they gain knowledge quickly, they cannot rapidly translate it into combat power. Their supreme gods of law are already helpless, and many have even been severely wounded by us...”

“Now, we are about to officially launch against them—”

CRACK!

The next second.

With a flash of light, a council member was directly pierced. The entire iron-based being resembled a car that had crashed at high speed, mangled and unimaginably distorted.

All the iron-based beings' pupils contracted slightly as they watched, “Who is ambushing us? Are they suicidal?”

The death of one of their racial leaders meant that the lineage of that race lost its "original bloodline," and the descendants of that particular iron-based branch would become diluted and decline with continued reproduction—a devastating cost for them.

CRACK! An aura of terror erupted from countless iron-based beings.

“Who is it?!”

“Who dares?!”

Endless energy scans swept the area, leaving nothing hidden. A silver phantom swordswoman slowly materialized before them.

“That face—according to the enemy database, it’s Mansha, the daughter of the Natural Pantheon’s First Sword God. Has she truly embarked on the path of laws? Only at Level 3, that’s already astonishing, but...”

Limitless power surged forward, threatening to tear Mansha apart.

Mansha's expression turned cold. Holding her long sword, she vanished from her spot, thinking coldly, “It’s useless. My quantum martial arts cultivate quantum teleportation... Silver Chariot! It possesses speed even faster than a light beam!”

“Have you ever been struck by light?”

She slowly raised her long sword and transformed into a silver streak of light. She once again ambushed and killed a weaker council member. She couldn't kill the powerful council members, but killing the weaker ones before they fully developed could prevent future major threats.

But the next second, a terrifying encirclement fully descended.

“I must leave,” Mansha took a deep breath, knowing that no matter how strange her quantum battle body was or how strong her survival abilities were, she might still die here.

“I will return.”

Her entire body dissipated into a swirl of sand.

The entire council was thoroughly enraged, looking in that direction.

“Disgraceful! To assassinate our council member during our civilization's supreme council meeting and then simply vanish!”

“Her power is too strange. We couldn’t react in time. Could it be that she apprenticed under Rainimantasja, or perhaps in the Cosmic Garden, learning a special cultivation method?”

“Her attack was both a demonstration and a way to buy time?”

“But she certainly bought time. We must investigate her power—what exactly is it?”

They were utterly astonished. They began to continuously analyze and compute to understand this strange cultivation method.

Meanwhile.

The God-Devil Alchemist's Marketplace had become an indispensable pillar of this civilization.

Transcendental Planet Byrd.

“Team up! Let’s go hunting in Phoenix Plains!”

“My agility is 501, and my profession is Ghost Swordsman. Anyone want to adventure with me?”

On the rough, classical flagstone streets, countless people were shouting in front of the guild. A handsome young man walked slowly through the area, a strange expression on his face. “Leveling up? Fighting monsters? Ghost Swordsman? It all feels... oddly familiar.”

Di Qi’s expression changed. He continuously observed that the people here were very large, requiring the Pangu True Body to match their size, which implied they contained immense energy. He quietly opened the marketplace, and seeing the dazzling array of goods, his face completely darkened.

“Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique? Grand gift packages of supreme cultivation methods for leveling up and growing stronger?”

“Heh heh heh...” He chuckled coldly, his eyes glinting. He suddenly looked to the side and saw a young man in black, who gave him an incredibly evil feeling, speaking to the people around him.

“His name is Wang Renming, a great existence in the shadows, a hegemon specializing in various fields across the multiverse.... As long as you believe in him and silently recite his name, you can gain immense power...”

“Those who believe in me shall gain eternal life!”

He cried out from an elevated position, passionately declaring, “Those who believe in me shall be resurrected on the spot!”

Di Qi’s expression stiffened slightly once more. He looked at the other man with a half-smile.

In an instant, the air throughout the street became still, and the world seemed to calm itself.