"A new type of disease is spreading rapidly in the Federation … All medical personnel have done their best … All planets, cities, and mines have been placed under martial law …"
Inside the metal hall.
Smith and the others stared at the speech of the young president without blinking.
"It is called the 'Dust Disease'. The cause of the disease is unknown, and its onset is extremely fast. Within a day, it can take the life of a healthy adult … The onset of the 'Dust Disease' is marked by the appearance of a large number of unknown gray spots on the hands or feet. It goes from the initial stage to the acute stage very quickly, perhaps in just a few hours … When the gray color covers a certain area, the flesh and blood in that area will die and split, turning into real dust and ashes … Even amputation cannot stop the disease from spreading … The Federation's Force Cultivators are also helpless against this, they have also fallen sick …"
On the screen, 'Fang Xian' spoke at a speed that was neither fast nor slow.
Smith, on the other hand, frowned. "Don't you think … this is obviously a speech to fight against diseases, but the Chairman's introduction and description of the 'dust disease' is a bit too detailed? Shouldn't this be a matter for medical officials?"
"It is a bit strange …"
Vivian wanted to continue watching, but she found that the screen suddenly turned black, as if there was a malfunction.
"Hey, look at what I found …"
Dun Jun said from a corner.
Smith and Vivian walked over and saw a set of broken spacesuits in the dust. The craftsmanship of the spacesuits should be quite advanced, even after a long time, they could still see its outline.
There was a large amount of dust in and around the clothes.
"If it was before, I would have thought that this was a set of discarded clothes, but now it seems that its owner is here … He died from the Dust Disease and turned into ashes …"
Smith said.
After searching, they found a few more broken pieces of clothing, and their expressions became more and more serious.
Dust Disease!
This seemed to be the culprit that caused the destruction of a prehistoric civilization. It was like a towering mountain, pressing down on their hearts.
"When we came in, we didn't take enough protective measures."
Smith suddenly said.
"I think … after such a long time, any germs should have died, right?" Vivian was startled, and then answered with uncertainty.
"The prehistoric civilization also had extraordinary people, but even they were helpless against this disease, it may not be an ordinary disease."
Smith shook his head.
Unfortunately, their subsequent search was fruitless.
The passageways leading to some important places had thick metal gates. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't open them.
Naturally, Space Spells couldn't be used in this world.
"We don't have enough food and mental power. Let's go out first …"
Smith and the other two met and made a decision. "We've found the location where the spaceship crashed. We can continue to explore in the future …"
Dun Jun had no objections and followed the two of them out of the spaceship.
Staying in this metal-styled building always made him feel a sense of oppression.
Crawling out of the tunnel, the scarlet moonlight shone down.
Dun Jun subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands. "What a dazzling light …"
His gaze wavered and fell on his right hand, and his expression suddenly changed. "This … this is …"
On the fingertips of his right hand, some dense, gray spots suddenly appeared!
Dun Jun suddenly felt dizzy.
Dust sickness!
The terminal illness of the prehistoric civilization!
The demons that even Transcendents couldn't get rid of were already pestering him!
"What?"
Smith and Vivian's expressions changed upon seeing this.
If that's the case, doesn't that mean they might have been infected as well?
Smith subconsciously raised his hand and found a gray spot on his left pinky.
His pupils shrunk to the size of a needle.
…
The triangular red moon was leaning towards the West. It was night time in this world.
Near a small hill, a fire was burning, a monster was being roasted on it.
The three of them sat nearby, none of them had the mood to eat.
The dust sickness had indeed infected them, and it's acting up very quickly.
At this time, Dun Jun was the most severely affected. The gray had already spread to his shoulder and was invading his chest.
He could no longer feel the touch of his hand.
Perhaps, it won't be long before he turns into ashes.
Even with his Iron Skin and Eyes of Petrification, he couldn't stop the disease from spreading.
Smith and Vivian were the same. They tried all sorts of methods, chanting all sorts of spells, but to no avail.
"Are we going to die?"
Dun Jun muttered. "Dying in the outside world … is better than bringing this disease back to the city and killing humanity …"
Smith and Vivian looked at each other.
They haven't lost all hope yet, they haven't lost all hope yet, because they still have faith, their final trump card.
"Let's pray"
"Let's pray to our Gods"
"A disease that mortals can't cure, Gods must have a way …"
Smith spoke.
Not long after, the voices of three people prayed: "The Necromancer Ruler, the Controller of Robbery Power, the Immortal God … your believers beg you, hear the call of your believers!"
Their voices rose and fell, echoing across the wilderness.
Not long after, Dun Jun felt his mind blurring.
A split second later, he found himself in a dream, standing on a large square.
Within the eternal light, a pair of gigantic, indescribable eyes opened and looked down indifferently.
"Is … is this the true form of the Immortal God?"
Dun Jun was shocked. This was probably the first time he had seen part of a God's face in a conscious state.
The gigantic eyes seemed to move, but also didn't seem to move.
But the pure white light around them swept down at the same time, like a waterfall of light, enveloping the three of them.
Strands of gray aura spread out from Dun Jun's hand, then quickly melted away.
"Praise the Lord!"
Smith and Vivian's excited voices resounded.
"Is it the Immortal God who healed me?"
Dun Jun looked at his hands and hurriedly imitated Smith to express his gratitude.
…
"Something very dangerous."
In the abyss, Fang Xian opened his eyes.
Due to the power of the seal, he didn't constantly monitor his believers. Now it seemed that they had almost been wiped out.
Fortunately, as long as they called out, he would immediately know, and through a part of the Dream Village's power, he would come to their rescue.
"Tell me, what happened?"
This sentence turned into a terrifying thought, sweeping across the Dream Village.
Smith and the others felt a terrifying voice fall. Just listening to it made them tremble, almost going crazy.
But in the voice, they did understand the meaning of the God, and hurriedly recounted their exploration, even using their thoughts to construct a holographic image.
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