At the same time, the news that the Dragon King Battlesuit had reappeared in the sea of stars raised ripples in the silent universe like a giant rock that had been tossed into a frozen pond.
In the Cross Wind Space Zone, the Great Horn Exo Society's base …
After five years of exhibition, with the support of the Glorious Sunlight Group and Iron Plateau, the Great Horn Exo Society had grown from a small Exo Society with one ragged starship to a large one with dozens of crystal warships and hundreds of carriers.
Except for the shortage of top experts, the scale of the Exo Societies was definitely higher than that of other Exo Societies of the Flying Star Sector.
The assault team made of the qi-trainers of Iron Plateau could fight in the harsh environments such as remnants of starships, asteroids, stone belts, and so on. Over the past five years, the Exo Society had made a lot of contributions and intimidated the space pirates and the Immortal Cultivators.
Right now, on Gold Horn, the flagship of the Great Horn Exo Society, Lei Dalu and Bai Kaixin were watching a blurred video in a trance, delight, and confusion.
"In any case, he has escaped!"
Lei Dalu took a long breath in relief, with a sincere smile on his face.
"However, why did he destroy the two star beacons instead of fighting the Immortal Cultivators?"
Bai Kaixin's white eyebrows were shivering like two long fishing lines.
"Li Yao can't be an Immortal Cultivator. He must've done it for a deeper purpose. We should be prepared for the battle in advance. He will certainly contact us in a certain way."
Lei Dalu scratched his beard hard and pondered for a moment. "Ask Zuo Xiaohu, Lu Dian, and the rest of them to cheer up. I have a feeling that the most important battle of our lives is coming!"
Five days later …
On the long space route from the Cross Wind Space Zone to the Heavenly Saints Space Zone, an enormous fleet was cruising slowly. The emblem of the Glorious Sunlight Group was outlined on the starship.
In the rear of the fleet, on a round test starship of a new type of magical equipment, five spectral Cultivators who were attached to artificial bodies were standing. They were also faced with hundreds of light beams. Mystic rays were flashing on the light beams, and streams of information were pouring down like a waterfall.
On the metal skulls … There was not much difference, but the glittering light spots deep inside their eye sockets revealed the irrepressible shock and excitement deep inside their souls.
"3: 52, in the third sub-section of the War Observation forum. In the fifth newest post, there is a post with special characters embedded in it! "
"At 4: 09 PM, a new user has registered on the Secret Garden's website. His name is Terminus Tempest OO11. It's the same as the secret code we agreed on long ago!"
"4: 41, 5: 35, 7: 18"
Over the past five years, Professor Mo Xuan and the other spectral Cultivators had been browsing dozens of specific websites on the Spiritual Nexus every day, only to find nothing.
Until today, the special post and newly registered username that had been agreed upon five years ago had finally appeared!
"Li Yao is here!"
"He's in a post. I recommend the OP to listen to Yi Ge's song! "
"Could it be … could it be that he found a way to return home? We can go home now! "
The bridge was filled with cheers.
"In the other thread, there is a tourism advertisement in the Dawn Moon Space Zone. As we agreed in advance, Li Yao does not want to communicate through the Spiritual Nexus, which is too unsafe. He hopes that one of us can go to the Dawn Moon Space Zone and meet him directly!"
"Right. He is also using a secret code. He is asking us about the progress of the 'Brain Stimulation Plan'. "
Low chuckles echoed from the metal speaker in Professor Mo Xuan's throat. According to the contact information that he and Li Yao had agreed upon five years ago, he found a website that mainly focused on chit-chat and jokes. In the fifth post in the third sub-section, there was a new post.
"What a great idea!"
On the twentieth day after the Dragon King Battlesuit reappeared in space …
During the twenty days, the Flying Star Sector seemed to be as peaceful as ever.
The tug of war at the periphery of the Spider Den Space Zone was still going on. The four star beacons that had just been refined were moving to the frontline through short-distance jumps time and time again.
Inside the world of Cultivators … The leadership of the major sects were all in Heavenly Saints City, ready to participate in the strategy meeting and the morale-boosting rally before the second attack on Spider Den after five hundred years.
However, in the profound universe that ordinary people could not see, undercurrents were swirling rapidly and crashing into each other, raising soul-stirring black sparks.
Cultivators, Immortal Cultivators, space pirates, and spectral Cultivators from the Tian Yuan Realm were all trying their best to find the mysterious man wearing the Dragon King Battlesuit.
However, after the unexpected appearance twenty days ago, the mysterious man had vanished into thin air, like an ice cube that had melted in water or a dry leaf that had rotted in a swamp.
It was not until three days ago that a subtle change finally took place.
A team of Grand Illusionary Soldiers patrolling at the edge of the Swooping Eagle Space Zone discovered a few relatively intact remnants of a starship in a stone belt. They seemed to be the remnants of a great explosion of a starship.
Based on the remaining radiation of spiritual energy, the explosion took place several months ago, if not several days ago.
Accidents of starships were not unusual in the sea of stars. After the routine search and rescue team was sent out, the incident was recorded as part of the patrol log and stored in the database as a tiny stream of information. It did not catch the attention of the Cultivators.
However, the Immortal Cultivators keenly noticed it.
Judging from the structure of the remnants and the parts that were still intact, they all belonged to a medical starship.
In the meantime, the Swooping Eagle Space Zone was not far away from the Spider Den Space Zone. One space jump was enough for them to reach each other.
In a place where the Cultivators could not see, a giant black net was spreading toward the Swooping Eagle Space Zone and the three space zones nearby without a sound.
Heavenly Saints City, on Heavenly Phantom, the flagship of the Grand Illusionary Group …
Wen Wenkang was examining the tubes of spiritual energy on Heavenly Phantom unhurriedly. Occasionally, when the crew members passed by, the white-bearded old man with a big belly would greet them with a smile.
Wen Wenkang was two hundred and twelve years old. For a Cultivator in the beginning level of the Core Formation Stage, he had long passed his prime years and was now in the twilight of infinite melancholy.
He was not the kind of Cultivator who was blessed by the heavens and possessed overwhelming spiritual energy. The reason why he was able to get to where he was today was purely because of his hard work. Bit by bit, bit by bit, he trained steadily. His skills were like screws that were tightly screwed into his bones.
At his age, he seemed to have recognized his true level, and had long since worn away his ambitions. He only wanted to find a place with beautiful scenery after the war was over, and spend the rest of his life in comfort.
Even the badge of the Star Fighters' Alliance on his chest had been blurred by the grease, but he did not care about it at all and had not cleaned it for a long time.
To ensure the openness of the Grand Illusionary Soldier Plan, Heavenly Phantom had been co-produced by the Grand Illusionary Group and the Star Fighters' Alliance. Wen Wenkang was a maintainer of the Star Fighters' Alliance stationed on Heavenly Phantom. He had just finished a day of maintenance.
He cleaned up everything slowly. With his hands behind his back, he walked through the channel below the maintenance room and entered a lift, humming a song. Tapping on the control rune arrays quickly, the lift slowly descended and moved parallel to the ground for a moment, until it reached a resting room.
A big, greasy bed was placed in the resting room.
Wen Wenkang did not lie on it. Instead, he lifted the mattress and revealed a secret teleportation array below.
Five minutes later, Wen Wenkang appeared in a secret chamber deep inside Heavenly Phantom.
Heavenly Phantom was thirty-seven kilometers long. It was essentially a large town. It was more than easy to modify a few secret chambers inside.
It was not until the gate of the secret chamber was slowly closed behind him that Wen Wenkang gradually straightened his back. The laziness and numbness on his face were completely gone. Deep inside his eyes, two ferocious tigers that represented determination and zealotry were awakened.
The secret chamber had been modified by him in person. It was a secret command center with high computational ability and confidentiality.
Countless light screens flickered in the surroundings. The six long tables were fully occupied.
As far as one's eyes could see, half of the guests were the leadership and bottom-level members of the Grand Illusionary Group.
The other half were the core disciples of the six sects of Heavenly Saints City and the Star Fighters' Alliance. However, most of them were young, vigorous men from the major sects.
Everybody looked the same as Wen Wenkang. Determination, zeal, and the nervousness of a great war.
Wen Wenkang nodded at Xiao Xuance, who was sitting at the end of the long table, hinting that he had checked everything and that there was no eavesdropping or probe magical equipment.
Xiao Xuance stood up and tapped the table softly. After everybody quieted down, he said calmly, "Fellow Cultivator Cui Zongping of the Silver Moon Clan unfortunately perished last night.
"Fellow Cultivator Cui was an expert in data mining. In order to dig out the information of the target from the chaotic data in the Swooping Eagle Space Zone that was as vast as an ocean, he performed the ninth level of the 'Wind Arresting Algorithm' despite the fact that he was only a Cultivator at the high level of the Building Foundation Stage. He persisted for half an hour and unfortunately suffered mental derangement!
"He could've been saved. However, in order not to expose the secrets of the organization, Fellow Cultivator Cui held back the inhuman pain and sent out the precious information first. Then, he deleted all the traces in his crystal processor before he finally cried for help.
"When the reinforcements arrived, it was already too late. Fellow Cultivator Cui unfortunately perished!
"Fellow Cultivator Cui sacrificed himself for the great renaissance of the civilization of mankind, the most glorious cause in the entire universe. Now, let's observe a minute of silence for Fellow Cultivator Cui!"
"Shua!"
Including Wen Wenkang, everybody rose up abruptly. They straightened their right arms and clenched their fists. Then, they folded their arms and stuck them to their chests solemnly.
A minute later, Xiao Xuance looked around and said solemnly, "We are different from the imposters of the Temple of Immortals. We are real Immortal Cultivators.
"Real Immortal Cultivators are never scared of death. Sacrificing for the civilization of mankind is our greatest happiness and glory!
"Over the past decades, countless martyrs have sacrificed themselves without hesitation. Our cause has finally come to this day. The Flying Star Sector that has been divided for five thousand years will be reunited in our hands. One civilization, one leader, and one path!
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