Three years later …
In the headquarters of the Glorious Sunlight Group in Floating Spear City of the Xing Yao Federation …
"Welcome, honorable guests. The Meeting of the Future is about to begin. Please take the VIP channel on this side. Thank you."
A slender and elegant female employee took the VIP card from Meng Jiang's hand. She placed it in her palm and scanned it. The VIP card immediately blossomed with a sparkling and translucent light, revealing the names of three people. They were Meng Jiang, his grandson Meng Xiaolang, and his granddaughter Meng Lichuan.
After confirming the identities of the three guests, the female employee smiled even more brilliantly. She bowed slightly and invited the three of them to enter.
"Wow …"
Meng Xiaolang, Meng Jiang's grandson and a level-two advisor in the Kunlun Fleet of the Union Army, bulged his eyes and clicked his tongue. He could tell that the female employee before his eyes was not a real person but a phantom made of mystic rays.
Such a 3D light beam technology that looked both real and illusionary was not unusual in the first place. However, the image made of mystic rays was able to scan the VIP card that was real. He could even vaguely smell the vague fragrance of camellia on the female employee. When he took back the VIP card, the feeling when their 'skin' touched indicated that a lot of force field control and anti-gravity technology was involved. It was quite advanced.
Meng Xiaolang knew that the Kunlun Fleet that he belonged to was indeed conducting relevant studies, but he did not expect that the technology would be put into use so soon. In the past three years, the technological development of the Xing Yao Federation, no, the entire civilization of mankind, had been advancing by leaps and bounds!
"Sister, what exactly is this' Meeting of the Future 'about? It's truly magnificent!"
Looking at the headquarters of the Glorious Sunlight Group, which was made of countless floating mountains and looked like a futuristic city in the future, Meng Xiaolang remarked with mixed feelings.
No wonder he was so curious about the 'Meeting of the Future'.
He was a level-two advisor in the Kunlun Fleet, which was one level higher than the Burning Prairie Fleet and one of the best fleets of the Xing Yao Federation.
His sister, Meng Lichuan, on the other hand, was a professional player under the Moon Devil Squad. She had just made it to the top ten in the Virtual Information Competition where billions of professional players competed together. She boasted remarkable calculation and deduction abilities and was the most excellent strategist.
Also, Team Moon Devil was backed by the Dim Moon Fund and the investment of the Glorious Sunlight Group. They were sort of Meng Lichuan's' owners'.
Even so, Meng Xiaolang and Meng Lichuan were not qualified to accept the invitation to the Meeting of the Future. They had only learned from the Internet and the news media that such an unprecedented meeting would be held and that the questions that had been bothering them for three years would be answered. However, they were truly lucky enough to be there in person thanks to their grandfather, Meng Jiang. It was because Meng Jiang was the best friend of 'Vulture Li Yao', the founder of the Glorious Sunlight Group and a hero of the Special Federation that he was given an invaluable VIP card.
"According to the information that I got from the 'Moon Devil Squad', the so-called 'Future Meeting' should be similar to the 'Magical Equipment Exposition' of the federation in the past. It will showcase the latest achievements in training and research, illuminate the future development, and test the latest models of magical equipment. Something like that.
Meng Lichuan thought for a moment and said, "However, the Meeting of the Future this time will certainly not be as simple as the usual Magical Equipment Expositions. It is said that several press conferences will be held in the Meeting of the Future. The experts from the Federation, the Imperium, the Holy League, and even … the primeval experts will show up in public to reveal the truth of the primeval relics and the secrets of the 'Battle of Death' three years ago. A series of shocking news that may change the entire civilization of mankind will also be announced."
"Ah …"
Meng Xiaolang stuck out his tongue. "So to speak, the so-called 'primeval relics', 'Divine Palace', and 'pioneer civilizations' are all real?"
Although nobody knew what exactly happened in space three years ago, all kinds of rumors still spread out through all kinds of channels. As a member of the Kunlun Fleet, Meng Xiaolang had been involved in some of the most confidential missions, too. Naturally, he had heard some of the half-true, half-absurd news.
"Battle of Death …"
Listening to the conversation between his grandson and his granddaughter, Meng Jiang's wrinkled face was filled with solemnity and mixed feelings. "Li Yao perished in that battle!"
Meng Xiaolang and Meng Lichuan looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
When the three of them walked through the VIP channel, they saw an ocean of people and a special channel for reporters.
Not just the local reporters of the Xing Yao Federation, there were also reporters from various Sectors in the Imperium of True Human Beings and even those from the Holy League. Of course, the entire social system of the Holy League was still being reconstructed, and the profession of 'reporter' did not exist. However, a lot of 'observers' served as the eyes of the Holy League and performed the same duties as the reporters.
Not only were the channels on the ground crowded with people, but the channels in the air were also crowded with all kinds of bizarre, small aircraft, which were crashing and squeaking now and then. In the higher sky, countless colorful mystic rays interweaved and entangled with each other, raising ripples as glamorous as auroras. It was a unique view that could only be created when countless remote scanning magical equipment were activated at the same time and captured the scene of the meeting from various angles.
Meng Xiaolang and Meng Lichuan were both experienced people. In both the official announcement of the Kunlun Fleet and the competition between the champion and the runner-up of the 'Virtual Information Competition', they had seen overwhelming tides of reporters.
However, compared to the unprecedented crowd today, the 'tides' of reporters that they had seen before were nothing more than trickles in a mountain stream.
"Why are there so many reporters?"
Meng Xiaolang was dumbfounded.
Then, he realized that his question was too silly. The reporters had every reason to swarm here.
In the past three years, more changes had taken place in the Xing Yao Federation and even the entire civilization of mankind than in the past three thousand years.
The source of all the changes, the mysterious primeval relics, was still hidden in the darkness. Nobody knew the truth.
Even Ding Ling Dong, Boss Bai, Yan Liren, Long Yangjun, and the other top experts of the civilization of mankind had completely vanished from the public and hidden themselves deep inside the primeval relics.
For the public of the Xing Yao Federation and most of the bottom-level soldiers, they only knew that the Union Army launched the desperate expedition to the stars three years ago and secured miraculous, brilliant victories, forcing the Imperium of True Human Beings and the Alliance of the Holy Covenant, the two greatest superpowers at the center of the cosmos, to sign a peace treaty.
But the war was not over yet. Countless experts and elites, including Li Yao, the hero of the Special Level Federation, entered the primeval relics at the end of the cosmos on their own to explore the origins of life billions of years ago. They were also faced with formidable enemies that were a hundred times more dreadful than the Immortal Cultivators and the people of the Holy League.
They secured a hard-won victory in the battle, but they also paid a gory price.
Including "Vulture Li Yao", dozens of Yuanying and Divinity Transformation Stage experts had perished.
Even dozens of "Colossi", which were known as the strongest ultimate weapons in the sea of stars, had been wiped out. The top warriors of the civilization of mankind suffered heavy losses.
Therefore, everyone called that battle the "Battle of the Fallen."
The dead were already gone, but the survivors had to shoulder heavy missions and move forward on the path of thorns and flames one step after another.
Perhaps it was the fire of life ignited by the sacrifices that illuminated the direction of the survivors.
Or maybe it was the beginning of the end of misfortunes, and the newborn civilization of mankind was far from running out of luck.
The three years after the "Battle of Fall" were three years of rapid progress and rapid changes with each passing day.
Both Meng Xiaolang and Meng Lichuan had experienced the latest research results from the primeval relics through their own channels and even in person. What kind of glamorous brilliance they could unleash?
It was said that the so-called primeval relics were really treasures left by the ancestor of all the carbon-based intelligent lives billions of years ago. Before his death, Li Yao had already opened a gap of the treasures for people with his courage and wisdom.
It was said that the remains, last words, and all kinds of precious information of almost a hundred "pioneer civilizations" were still lying inside the primeval relics quietly, waiting for people to explore, learn, and devour them.
It was said that a batch of carbon-based intelligent lives from the primeval era, namely the legendary Pangu Clan, the Nuwa Clan, and so on, had miraculously survived. Although their individual strength was higher than that of human beings, they had lost the foundation of their civilization and could not compete with the civilization of mankind. They could only choose to cooperate with human beings and earn the trust of human beings at the cost of the primeval technologies so that they could explore the primeval relics together.
After digesting and absorbing the technology of the Pangu civilization, the civilization of mankind was already able to establish its own "Colossus production line". It was no longer necessary to excavate the primeval relics and assemble them with scrap metals. It would not be long before the legion of Colossi that had been wiped out in the "Battle of Fall" could be rebuilt.
It was said that with the wisdom of the top biochemical specialists of the Federation, the Imperium, and the Holy League, together with the guidance of the primeval era and the pioneer civilizations, the civilization of mankind had made significant progress in the field of gene replication. One day, it was even possible that a living "pioneer" could be cloned with the tiny remains left by the pioneer civilizations. Then, different directions of evolution could be found from the pioneers and the gate of "infinite possibilities" would be opened.
It was said that the space jump technology that the civilization of mankind was using right now had infinite directions of upgrading, too. Perhaps in the near future, the energy consumed and the damage caused by space jumps would be minimized, making it possible to perform multiple short-distance space jumps within a short period of time. By then, a starship would be able to jump multiple times on a battlefield millions of kilometers within several seconds like an unpredictable, ever-changing ghost. Such a "Phantom Fleet" would be the real invincible "sword of mankind".
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