Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“Hoo--”

Spatial ripples are like shocking waves and level 9 hurricanes, sweeping through the heads of the crowd.

Everyone felt invisible hands on all sides, dragging them to death and tearing them apart in different directions.

For a moment, their bodies exhibit some kind of translucent and uncertain qualities, even beginning to melt like heated candles.

Before it was too late to make a shout, they were blown halfway into the sky by space ripples and planted in everywhere space wrinkles.

It's a very familiar feeling for Theresa.

She has tasted something like this countless times while jumping in the stars.

Like a bungee, the rope on your body accidentally collapses and falls into the abyss.

“Is it some kind of transmission array? ”

Theresa said, "It's incredible to reach a mega-transmission array hundreds of miles across and be able to stabilize the planet's surface.

“In the Pangu universe, we also have such a large transmission array that we can only build in synchronous orbit outside the planetary atmosphere, because space ripples cannot solve the problem of destabilizing space.

“The original fleet of civilized fugitives exiled to the Emerald Continent tens of millions of years ago is really powerful! ”

She closes her eyes, keeps her heart open, curls her limbs together, waits patiently for the transmission to end, and minimizes the impact of space ripples on the five dirty hearts and souls.

I don't know how long it took.

Deep in the divine soul, as if another elastic "safety rope” had appeared, dragged her hard.

The wind of “whooping” around her diminished a lot, and the soft touch under her feet gradually hardened and stabilized, and she again perceived the presence of her limbs, head, and five dirty hearts.

End of crossing.

“This is the world of blood warfare? ”

Theresa slowly opened her eyes and grabbed the knife with one hand while the other was ready to unleash aggressive magic and gauge the world around her with interest.

Indeed, the supermassive transmission array that connects the glorious human and blood warfare demons should be partially damaged, losing the ability to lock relative positions and automatically assemble large numbers of conveyors.

She and the sisters of the Black Jack Rear Palace should be randomly distributed over dozens or even hundreds of kilometres, invisible to each other.

Fortunately, until the last moment, she held Princess Ah Xia tightly, and the two spread the coordinates, which should be closer.

Theresa calms the beating heart, takes a deep breath and instantly feels the shady, humid, rotten, sticky, slightly sulfurous and rusty, cloudy magic world.

The unbearable “magic” of ordinary people, just for Theresa, has an unusual sense of kindness - her hometown of "Wu Ying, Bad Earth," isn't it just such a harsh place with dirty air?

“Even the blood plains of Sin Tu can't trap this master, little blood warfare demon world, people are not afraid of you! ”

Theresa vomited her tongue, dressed up as a ghost, tipped her nose, and looked around at the heavens and the earth.

Still surrounded by a faint layer of mist, light purple, yellowbrown, ink green, dark blue... the air here is as if it had been washed in a seven-color dye bottle, the whole world is like an imaginative painting with extremely low visibility.

But even with such low visibility, Theresa can see that there is no sky in the Blood Warfare Demon kingdom, and naturally there are no stars or satellites, and at about hundreds of meters above her head, it is an immense dome.

Every few hundred meters, there is a regular distribution of a dim light source over the dome, which brings this bizarre world to talk more about light and heat than nothing.

“Here, not on the surface of a planet? ”

Theresa thought to herself, “If it's a habitable planet, you can definitely see the sun and the stars —— like in the daytime of the Emerald Continent, you can clearly see the sun.

“Even in an extremely distorted debris world, there should not be such a regular array of light sources in the 'sky', which is clearly a sign of artificial construction. ”

She looked around and found herself crossing points, as if in an intricate canyon.

On both sides are steep cliffs, covered with all kinds of suspicious vines and humidors, like a weird, colorful tapestry, hanging and stretching under her feet all the way, stepping on them and making a "pounding” sound.

Theresa picked up some humus with the tip of her knife and rubbed it in her hand.

“The texture seems to be a mixture of moss and earthworms that, if not poisonous, should be edible and rich in energy, which is quite good as a source of energy at the bottom of the food chain. ”

Though she is a native lady, Theresa is not a delicate young lady, she and the people of her hometown can eat anything to improve their lives, earthworms, mice and insects, to survive.

“It's kind of funny, what exactly is the 'Blood Warfare Demon Realm’? ”

Theresa thought about it, reversing the knife, holding hands tight, “pounding," stabbing the peristaltic corrosion under her feet, plugging it to the bottom.

How dare you encounter something as hard as iron after the knife is not in the majority of the body, and it can never be inserted again.

No matter how hard Teresa pushes, or plugs it in somewhere else, it turns out the same, about a meter into the ground, it hits an incredibly sturdy ground, even if the tip of the knife breaks, it doesn't go half a centimeter deep.

“Interesting, under an active humus up to a meter thick, is it some kind of sturdy, flat material, metal? ”

Theresa thought, "If it were a rock, it would never be so flat. It should have a certain curvature. Only a manually built scene would have such a flat and vertical feature. ”

Straightening her waist rod, she saw a row of semi-circular bumps from the cliffs on both sides, as if a group of dragons hung down, stretching all the way from the heavenly dome to the ground.

Despite being concealed by vines and humidors, the arrangement of these "dragons" appeared too regular, and Theresa indulged for a moment and found it to be something she was very familiar with.

“It's a pipeline! ”

Theresa said, "So the cliffs that line so many pipes, not the natural landscape, but some kind of artificially constructed large structure, not a canyon, but a large structure inside, a supermassive passage?

“Light is a passage, it's so huge, I really don't know how spectacular and complicated the whole construct is! ”

Theresa thought of the Pan Gu civilization starship.

There's this little ant crawling in the giant's palace.

But it wasn't too shocking, because it was long before she expected it.

“Surely, the blood warfare demon world doesn't seem to be naturally generated, but it seems to be some kind of artifact. I can't believe they guessed correctly!” Theresa muttered to herself.