Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“It's a trap! ”

“To retreat, we must… jump out of this goddamn star and out of the radiation range of this star! ”

“Help, help! ”

“Base four, do you hear me? Please direct us to the right jump point, we...”

From a major battleship of mountainous majesty in the fleet of the Four Kings of Imperial Cards, there was a panicked sound of command and even a cry for help.

But the voice came too late.

Long before they realized they were trapped in a black abyss, the solar storm swept all their support fleets, star battle castles and planetary bases on the outskirts of the extreme sky without discrimination, where it also created a "mental plague”, turning countless immortals who were loyal to the four families into zombies in a sense, although these zombies did not eat the brains of others, they merely changed it, assimilated it, infected it.

The Fifth Planet Base, just left by the Four Kings of Imperial Fleet, is also a landscape of the end.

Countless people run around with deformed, swollen brains, running a "wave” of brain burst, blood springs up like a fountain, even out of the range of artificial atmosphere and gravity fields, in a cold vacuum into a strange statue, in the light of the sun turn black, grey smoke extinguished.

There are also people in command of starships, shuttles, and even crystal armor trying to escape from the planet, but they are shot down by soldiers who are already "aware”, manipulating ground anti-aircraft guns, like giant flies with spiral tails dragged down.

Officers still loyal to the four families formed an isolated island, futilely resisting the tidal attack of the lower soldiers, but their brains were also extremely susceptible to infection due to the dual invasion of depleted souls and extreme fear, often beating the interior and appearing "traitors”, after a period of stagnation, their eyes turned deep black and stabbed their own people in the back.

“Boom!”

Crazy soldiers or desperate officers detonated the largest ammunition depot on the Fifth Planet base, sparking a crystal explosion, the loud crackling of the landslides tore everyone's eardrums apart, tens of millions of tons of matter were thrown into the sky and burning meteorites were thrown down as celestial flowers, causing greater damage.

The entire planet, as if it were burning, was lit by the glow of the black sun.

The same scenario is prevalent in the peripheral stars already occupied by the four communities.

Few starships can jump the stars and escape the swamp of the Black Sun before they react.

Though the implementation of the Tomorrow Plan is less than 20%, the Imperial Fleet of the Four Families has ceased to exist, the waves of steel have completely collapsed into mud, every starship has become an island of death, every fairy fixer is in a state of hypnosis or fear or despair, and has lost its fighting power!

The same scenario took place in the revolutionary Royal Forest Army and the Deep Sea fleet.

The Royal Forest Army and the Deep Sea Fleet were well prepared to dock in the atmosphere before the “Tomorrow Plan” was launched, shutting down most of the Pharaoh units and protecting the atmosphere, thus avoiding the excessive radiation and particle flow damage caused by the solar storm.

But the public communication channels on their ships are completely open to Wu Yingqi, so that Wu Yingqi's will can be driven straight in for better brainwashing.

Soldiers and officers dressed in the black uniforms of the Empire a thousand years ago, like well-arranged statues, listening quietly to the “holy lessons” of “Your Majesty”, gained unprecedented enlightenment in peace and order, with a spiritual and mysterious smile on one face.

When they look at the stars again, their eyes have changed.

If, a moment ago, they were still worried about the impending extinction - the all-out invasion of the Four Kingdoms' Imperial Cards fleet, now that they are convinced of their victory, they are ready to receive the defeated Imperial Cards fleet in a day or two.

They will be the first members of the glorious Emperor Fleet.

They will be the kung fu of the new empire, the ancestors of the new human race, and the first to rush out of the small universe.

Long live the Empire! Long live His Majesty! Long live the Black Star King!

On Starscream, solar storms are powerless, and they sweep here.

With its thick, dense atmosphere, Starscream temporarily blocks more than 90% of the radiation, ultra-high particle streams and very low frequency electromagnetic waves, making it crazy and devastating to perform 12 to 24 hours later than Starfleet.

Even so, anomalies have heralded the coming of the end.

First of all, the most sensitive species of birds, the organs of the perceived magnetic field in the brain are seriously disturbed, there are tens of thousands of birds emptying, no head flies spinning around, even countless crows forming huge tides, colliding directly between the tall buildings, smashing glass, crashing into the building, self-fluttering horror scenes.

The nightmarish images of these crows blowing their wings, wanting to continue to circle in tiny rooms, blowing their heads off in a half-air “wave", are doomed to be memorable to all witnesses for life.

The same is true of birds and animals, and residents close to forests and mountains have witnessed an incredible flood - a flood made up of countless snakeworm ants and jackal tiger leopards, fleeing their homes in panic and rushing to the cities of humankind.

The animals who were supposed to be enemies of each other could no longer care about each other, about where they were going, and many times they just revolved around the city group, even biting their tails and circling each other, just one lap after another, eventually dying.

There are also large numbers of rats gathered into a vast army, running wildly all the way to the coast, falling hundreds of meters short of the cliff, then not hesitating to jump off the cliff and disappear into the dark tide below.

The sacrifice of these creatures was accepted, and the tide became fiercer and fiercer.

At the Silver Moon Sea, an unprecedented class 12 super strong sea tornado has been formed, as if it were a giant straw grounded by a sky, sucking all the seawater out of the atmosphere.

On the tranquil ocean, superhurricanes that Starscream has never seen in recent decades have slowly expanded their tentacles, giving off the most rugged fangs to coastal human cities. Even without the Weather Service's detection magic treasure, you can see half the sky dome turning into a striking black just by looking at the coastal cities, like a giant black spot, devouring three-dimensional space, about to devour the entire planet.

Such a disguise should have frightened everyone, made them insane and completely collapsed.

But the inhabitants of the stars heard a mysterious call.

This voice calms their hearts, congregates unprecedented thoughts, makes them realize a grand mission other than tiny life, gradually turning them into termites in the literal sense - as long as the grand mission can be accomplished, their tiny lives can be sacrificed at any time, for the Empire, for the Ants!

Countless people swayed out of the room and shelter, looking back at the black-skinned sun, blindly baptized by black light waves, even though the retina was completely burned down, as if it were sweet.

Nearly all the high dog legs of fairy practitioners and fairy practitioners living in the surface cities are covered by Wu Yingqi's will, either as deformed monsters, radiated patients, or spiritual zombies.

Instead, the "original” people who lived between two and three hundred and twenty thousand metres below the ground were in a slightly better position.

The atmosphere is the first protection, thick rocks are the second most robust case, and intense radiation and particle flows are difficult to penetrate instantaneously through tens of thousands of metres of thick crust, often failing to form.

Thus, when the entire heavenly realm, the mightiest of the stars, the mightiest, the mightiest, the mightiest, the mightiest, and the dog-legged of the mightiest are caught in a mental plague, these most “despicable” underground natives can still enjoy a moment of sobriety.

“Tomorrow's Plan” needs to be activated by the brilliance of the sun, but thanks to the “moral government” of the worshipper fairy, 90% of the original underground people have never seen what real sunlight looks like in their lives. Naturally, it is difficult to be eroded by "Tomorrow's Plan”. This state of “Everyone knows I am awake” is utterly ironic.

Of course, the original plans of Wu Yingqi did not take into account the original underground people.

They're all weeds and termites anyway, and nothing can change and nothing can affect them.

In the ensuing natural and man-made disasters and material shortages, whether they are now awake or crazy, they are doomed to death and, even as fuel for the advancement of civilization, cannot lift even a tiny spark.

Starscream underground, inside the Golden Crystal Tower.

“I am the universe. ”

Wu Yingqi's spirits were thrilled to the limit, stretched out to almost the entire extreme heavenly realm by the power of the stars, and under the spiritual resonance of hundreds of millions of people, he also gained an unprecedented understanding, never so clearly believed in this - he is the sun, he is the universe, his victory is the triumph of human civilization, his future is the future of human civilization, he is the supreme will of human civilization, no, he is human civilization itself!

“Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha! ”

Perceived hundreds of millions of people feedback to the deep subordination and reverence of his divine soul, Wu Yingqi also swelled to no avail. He instilled in hundreds of millions of people that pair of images and a raging stream of information, also repeatedly instilled and hypnotized himself, so that he was convinced of his existence and mission.

The Tomorrow Plan has moved beyond 30 per cent and has passed the most difficult part.

The Four Great Families' Imperial Fleet is in total chaos, and within three or five days it will not be possible to restore its establishment, while the Four Great Families neither have nor dare to send reinforcements into the extreme heavenly realm that is now overshadowed by the Black Sun.

The Royal Forest Army and the Deep Sea Fleet are also in an orderly “awakening”, and soon their loyalty will be raised to a new step, allowing them to receive the Four Kings of Imperial Fleet.

Even if Thunder Chenghu is disobedient, it will take at least ten days and a half months to clean up the mess in the Seven Stars. By then, whether the Thunder Fleet jumps or not, the new "Emperor Fleet” will rise above the star sea under his own command!

There is no power left to stop him.

There is no power left to stop the resurgence of human civilization!

Wu Yingqi immersed herself in the spiritual resonance of hundreds of millions of people, in the worship and cry of countless people loyal to him, and in the glorious and magnificent movement.

However...

In this magnificent aura, from ancient to future, two tiny murmurs seem to be doped.

The movement was so smooth and harmonious that it made these two murmurs seem extraordinarily stingy, as if they were laughing at him.

“Hmm?”

The black sun opened its eyes slightly and cast its harshest light on the dust called "Li Yao”.