Create a sandbox world

This is not impossible!

Lin Tuo instantly realized the seriousness of the matter. The best case scenario was that the other side had not yet noticed the existence of Earth civilization and its many sandboxes.

This can be delayed for some more time.

The worst case scenario, that is, the other party is coming this way, just because of the distance, has not yet arrived - the spirit world's leap is only to save time, does not mean that it does not use time at all.

"Then, the choice before me is clear."

"If the other side hasn't found out yet, then according to the information known, as long as I find a way to keep the development of Earth and several sandbox worlds 'at a standstill' and in a near constant state.

It will be possible to minimize the 'ripples' ...... and thus reduce the chances of being discovered."

"However, this also means that I will completely give up development and cannot continue to open any more sandboxes."

"This strategy, if successful, may allow me to remain undetected for a long time."

"But only if the other side is really oblivious to Earth civilization! And will not line up the solar system for quite a long time, otherwise it would be equivalent to giving up resistance and waiting for death!"

Lin Tuo's eyes flickered.

"And if the other side has already found out and is on its way over, then I also have two options."

"First, ignore it and continue to develop.

Increase the power at my disposal as much as possible before they arrive.

This way, no matter what kind of attitude the empire is harboring, whether it's goodwill or malice, the leverage in my hands will be higher."

"However, the negative effect of this choice is to increase the risk of exposure.

And according to the rules of ripple compliance, once the development continues, it will make more Ether flow into the solar system, which is equivalent to less time of arrival for those who are heading here."

"Second, take the initiative to downgrade civilization!

By means of war, famine, disease, or even direct strikes, the civilization of the Earth and several sandboxes will keep regressing, so that the Ether will flow back into the Spirit World and produce outward ripples ...... that will likewise delay the arrival of the Imperials."

"The cost is obvious, this is more radical than keeping stagnant, will significantly weaken the power in my hands, and the process is irreversible ......"

Thinking about this, bitterness surfaced at the corners of Lin Tuo's mouth.

This is what he realized, the bureau he stepped into.

"When I started to create the first sandbox, it is already increasing the probability of exposure, and if I wrap my feet, once the other side arrives, it will again become the meat on the table!"

How to choose?

Lin Tuo clearly, today's choice will be about the next series of his actions, using a lofty word, he must set down a strategy to.

Then steadfastly go on.

Meditation, he was the first to dismiss the "civilization regression" option, compared to the other two, this choice is a serious violation of his principles of human behavior.

The most effective way to achieve civilization regression is to use the sandbox to implement dimensional destruction, killing, spreading disease, creating war, famine ...... and these are difficult for him to accept.

And, this is also tantamount to self-defeating, once this is done, the reverse flow of the Ether will also expand the "ripple", the same will attract the Imperials, the only benefit only to their leap caused by the obstacle ...... but what kind of benefit is this?

The rest is a choice between "civilization stagnation" and continued development.

Frankly speaking, it is not a good choice.

If it was in the past, he would not hesitate, but after knowing the situation in the spirit world, instead, his hands were tied.

After pondering for a long time, Lin Tuo finally chose the second one.

Continue to develop!

"Thinking about hiding and hoping that the other party doesn't find me, this kind of thinking will only bring destruction!"

"Although the development may make the other side come early, but at least have a chance to fight, but once stagnant, relying on only luck!"

What prompted him to make this decision was another important factor, which he saw when he upgraded the diffusion sandbox, the record left by the previous owner of the sandbox.

He still remembered that the words of that person revealed a clear tendency that only a developed civilization would have a chance against the Empire.

"Development, only development is the hard way!"

"Not only should we develop, but we should be more aggressive and grab time with the other side!"

Lin Tuo repeated in his heart over and over again, his eyes steadied down and looked back at the ash-fluttering prayer candles.

Development is just a slogan, eventually it has to be implemented in action.

Today, several sandboxes have entered a smooth period, and the accumulated Ether is still a bit short of opening another large sandbox.

In addition, the era of martial artists on Earth has just opened, and there will not be a leap forward in a short time.

In contrast, the idea of "repairing prayer candles" is a very tempting one.

"If it can really be repaired ...... not even need to fully recover, as long as it can restore part of the ability, it will be a great help to me."

He did not forget the awfulness of this item.

But after observing it for a while, he didn't see anything famous ...... Obviously, relying on himself was not going to work, and the only two possibilities were the research team in the Southern Continent, and the Moon Sea Continent.

The former has a large number of mage scholars, research conditions, and the latter has developed an alchemical civilization, professional counterpart.

Lin Tuo decided to leave the restoration work to the Moon people after a little thought.

"Just in time to test the Moon people's alchemy level today ......"

Thinking of this, Lin Tuo could no longer sit still, immediately used the power of the mind, and extracted another piece of paper to, the ink bottle automatically unscrewed, the quill began to outline on the paper ......

Next to Hathaway are looking confused.

In her perspective, is Lin Tuo sitting in a chair waiting for the broken candlestick froze, and then the face a moment of sadness and a moment of harshness, with a change of face like ...... also do not pay attention to her.

Then suddenly began to write and draw ...... too bizarre, right?

The key is that she is a little curious, do not know what Lin Tuo is writing ...... thinking, she flew straight over and cast her eyes to the quill that is flying automatically outline.

The result don't Lin Tuo a slap back, casually threw the crystal ball out of the window, smoothly said.

"Hua Xi, watch her."

"Good le!" The next wall in response to the sound of a robust figure, followed by, heard Hathaway's surprised voice rang out.

"Aye? It's only been a few days, how come you've changed so much ...... have boobs?"

"...... Shut up!"

"Snap." Manipulating the window to close automatically, Lin Tuo shook his head, no longer cared, quickly finished writing the letter, and folded it into a thousand paper cranes, and then made it grab the "prayer candle".

And releasing it to the courtyard, and then by switching the sandbox to cast both to the fourth sandbox, the king city in the center of the moon sea continent.

......

......

Moon Sea Continent.

For a long-lived race, the passage of time is always swift.

Many years had passed since Lin Tuo had last left, and many new things had appeared, but the overall social pattern had not changed much.

The royal court still resides under the Moon Tree, ruling over many clans, while the Moon Clan leader, who is called the Grand Patriarch but is actually similar to an emperor, has changed to a new generation.

The royal court of the Moon Clan, the alchemy workshop at the edge of the city is many times larger and livelier than it was then.

Whether by day or by night, there are caravans from various tribes coming and going, delivering the alchemical products ordered at the workshop to the whole continent.

In the workshop, a quiet courtyard, another year of winter, last night a flying snow, now there are two young moon children wearing cotton clothes, wrapped in scarves, gloves on the snow playing, yelling at each other incessantly.

"Whoosh--" suddenly, a slightly taller threw a snowball, accurately smashed in the eyes of the short one, the latter a whimper, tears rustling down, and then mouth a hold, suddenly cried and ran towards the side of the courtyard house.

Crashing open the door of the house, he cried out towards the man at the table who was flipping through the workshop paperwork.

"Father! Big brother, he hit me again!"

The brother who followed him in stood in the doorway, a snowball still cupped in his hand, exasperated, and said.

"You're complaining again! We agreed not to sue if we lost the snowball fight!"

The man sitting at the table had a helpless expression, held down his glasses on the bridge of his nose, smiled bitterly and raised his hand, and the slightly shorter boy came running over in a flash.

The man looked at his slightly red and swollen eyes, first reprimanded his brother, then looked at his brother with red eyes and rubbed them, before saying.

"Boys can't cry at every turn, you know? If you lose, fight back."

"But I can't beat it." The slightly shorter boy said helplessly, then suddenly looked up and said, "Why don't you also give me a pair of prosthetic limbs, just like my mother.

With the ability to fly with a jet, it feels so cool.

If I have that kind too, I can definitely win, and I can even run if I can't."

"I want one too! I want one too! But I want the gloves style, is a secret click, fist can fly out of the kind!"

Qingkong's expression became more and more helpless, and then he laughed and said.

"Want ah, all right, as long as your mother agreed, I will let the workshop to make you two a separate set."

Hearing this, the two young boys both hung their heads in frustration.

"We've said it several times, but our mother doesn't agree."

"Then there's nothing I can do." Qingkong smiled and spread his hands, then sent the two children to the courtyard.

Stretched, pressed the alchemical watch on his wrist, the alchemical thermal heating facility installed in the room hummed gently, the window in front of him opened, and a stream of cold air crashed into the stuffy interior.

The father of the man who has become a father, Aozora looked at the date on the dial, silent calculation, found that there are two days is the teacher "mountain sea" 800 years of sacrifice day.

"I don't know, it's already 800 years."

Thinking of this, Qingkong, wearing a luxurious robe, stood at the window with his hands folded, looking out at the white snow and the glittering moon tree, his eyes raised, looking at the azure planet overhead for the countless times.

In his mind, some "old" memories emerged, thinking that in the past 800 years, I wonder if the teacher is well on that blue star.

I wonder if I still have a chance to see him in this life.

Thinking about it, Qingkong couldn't help but be a little lost in thought, and even seemed to have some hallucinations.

He seemed to see a stream of light flying down from that star ball, passing through the branches of the moon tree, hovering lightly over the royal court, and then flying towards himself ......

It was actually a thousand paper cranes, constantly flapping wings, two "claws" are struggling to clutch an antique candlestick.

So real, as if it really exists.

Immediately, with a "thud" muffled sound, Qingkong trance, woke up with a jolt!

The window flew in and landed on the table with a crooked candlestick, and the paper that fell, and subconsciously reached out to catch it.

Then looked to the paper that letterhead, eyes gradually widened.

......

A few moments later, the two young children who were confronting each other in the courtyard suddenly saw the door of the room slam open and their father darted out, without even greeting, towards the outside of the courtyard.

Then they stepped on the flying machine parked outside, and then rose in the air with a humming sound, and flew in the direction of the Alchemy Association, and in a short time, they disappeared.

Only two young children were left staring blankly at the sky.

After a while, the younger brother sniffled and said.

"Brother, do you think father went to find mother to help us plead for mercy?"

The older brother rolled his eyes and smashed a snowball over, saying with disgust, "You idiot!"