The Monster is Coming

Chapter 480 The Sword of Ancestors
Just as Tu Hu was racing against time to prepare for the rescue in the monster world.

Small World, Leap City.

The night was as dark as ink, and Xing Tong stood alone on the highest stargazing platform in Xinxing Valley.

Thanks to the life-refining methods that have been improved over generations, time has been exceptionally kind to her, and she still maintains her upright posture and youthful beauty.

Only when she gazes intently into the distance do the faint lines at the corners of her eyes reveal the long years she has lived through.

The night breeze ruffled her long, graying hair, and Xing Tong's gaze was fixed on the towering statue in the city center.

The statue depicts a man holding a wine jug, with a carefree posture.

This is the ancestor of the Rongling people, who has long since passed away but once guided them to glory in the historical records.

The base of the statue is covered with ribbons of prayer and offerings of flowers.

Although our ancestor has passed away, he remains an immortal spiritual totem of the Rongling civilization, inspiring generations.

Xing Tong's fingertips gently brushed against the pendant on her chest, which was made from a broken spear.

This is a coming-of-age gift given to her by her ancestors. Its origin can be traced back to the time of the first generation of "Ancestor" Alan. It is a war spear that was broken in order to resist the Stone Armor Tribe and carries a heavy historical sentiment.

"Ancestor, I miss you so much."

Memories surged, and Xing Tong looked up at the sky, which was shrouded in countless streams of light, seemingly close yet unreachable.

This is also her next goal.

In the ultimate battle against the will of the world, they won at the most painful cost: they forever lost their ancestor who guided the future of civilization.

The fragments of world rules left behind by the ancestor after severing the world's will are like a spark, igniting new hope in the ruins.

This incomplete world power, containing the "fusion characteristic," ushered in the most glorious era in the history of the Rongling civilization: the Era of Myriad Fusion.

Under the influence of this rule, the boundaries of materials science have been broken.

Basic materials can be continuously improved through fusion to push the limits of quality.

For example, the indestructible crystal iron can be fused with wind copper to obtain a new material: wind crystal, which represents a leap in both strength and spirituality.

The yin-like cold jade can also be combined with the yang-like obsidian to create a new material that possesses both extreme cold and intense heat.

The materials science of the Rongling tribe has since reached an unprecedented new height.

The sword strike that our ancestor delivered at the cost of his own life shattered the shackles of the old world and ushered in a new era for the Rongling Clan.

But behind the glory, a crisis was also brewing.

Driving this "fusion rule" requires consuming massive amounts of resources to generate derivative energy; every breakthrough in materials science is accompanied by a huge consumption of resources.

In less than three hundred years, the once rich world has become barren, with mineral veins depleted and spiritual springs dried up.

She always remembered her ancestor's dying words: Do not repeat the mistakes of the Dreamweaver Clan, for beyond the heavens... may lie a road of no return.

But now the Rongling civilization stands at a crossroads of fate.

Stopping means abandoning the countless achievements of the Wanrong Era and watching civilization decline due to the gradual depletion of resources.

To move forward, they must leave the land that nurtured them and go to the world beyond the heavens that their ancestors warned them about.

According to records left by the Dream Weavers, the place known as the "Dream World" has inexhaustible resources.

If the Rongling civilization can establish itself in that world, it will no longer need to worry about resource depletion and can break through its previous limits an unlimited number of times.

However, the records also document the tragic defeat suffered by the Dreamweavers there.

The Rongling tribe was deeply divided over how to make a decision.

The conservatives insist on following the teachings of their ancestors, believing that new paths for development should be sought locally.

The reformists, on the other hand, believed that clinging to the old ways was the greatest betrayal of their ancestors, because their ancestors valued the continuation of civilization above all else.

The Rongling people are striving for their future, and if their ancestors were still alive, they would surely support their choices.

With a sigh, Xing Tong gently touched the broken spear pendant on her chest, her gaze shifting between the sky and the earth.

On one side are the solemn admonitions of our ancestors before their passing, and on the other is the hope for the continuation of civilization.

The future that these two choices will bring is unpredictable.

Her decision was to go to the world of dreams.

Before making this decision, she carefully analyzed the pros and cons.

First, there is no turning back from the resource predicament.

The depletion of local resources is an irreversible process, and continuing to cling to them will only cause civilization to slowly decline and lose its vitality.

The population is still growing, and resource depletion could even trigger an internal crisis.

Instead of waiting for death, it is better to give it a try.

Secondly, with the support of the rules of fusion, the Rongling civilization has surpassed the quality of the materials used by the Dreamweavers in the past.

The failure of the Dreamweaver civilization may not be repeated by the Velvet Spirit civilization.

Finally, she thought of her ancestors.

She firmly believes that seeking hope in desperate situations is a spiritual legacy passed down from our ancestors.

The reason our ancestors were able to lead their people to rise from the ruins was precisely because of their courage to break free from constraints.

If our ancestors were still alive and knew the current state of the Rongling civilization, they would surely say: Since there is no way to retreat, then fight your way out.

Therefore, this decision is both a compromise with reality and a rational choice for the future of civilization.

She wants to bring the flame of Rongling civilization left by her ancestors to a wider world.

However, she did not rashly launch the civilization relocation project. Instead, she first dispatched an advance team of three reconnaissance ships to cross the world barrier and go to the dream world to conduct an investigation.

However, the reconnaissance fleet encountered problems before it even left the Sky World.

After making contact with the Sky Dome, some of the functions of the three reconnaissance ships malfunctioned, and a self-check revealed a serious error in the power supply system.

She immediately requested to return to the airport.

He then personally led the engineering team to board the ship for inspection, and finally discovered that the molecular coating on the hull had abnormally differentiated.

The bow, the part that first penetrates the world barrier, exhibits a significantly faster rate of molecular decay than the stern.

The accompanying chief engineer provided an analysis report.

Based on molecular decay rates, the difference between the external environmental time flow rate and their world is approximately 13000:1.

This means that while a day has passed in their world, only about 6.6 seconds have passed in the outside world.

This discovery led to a terrifying conclusion.

If one were to directly traverse the world barrier in the conventional way, any object would be torn apart by spacetime shear forces because different parts of it are at different times of time flow.

Imagine this scene: slowly extending your arm across this boundary. The palm part will experience the rapid passage of time in an instant, but the base of the arm will remain in the present moment.

Except for special materials, normal living beings simply cannot withstand the effects of different time flow rates in different parts of their bodies.

Even if the time is very short.

From a biological perspective, this problem would inevitably lead to the collapse of bodily circulation.

When blood pumped out by the heart at a normal rate flows back into the blood vessels within the "time gap," it is accelerated to the extreme in an instant. If the blood vessel walls cannot withstand this pressure difference, they will rupture instantly.

At the same time, the waste products generated by the body's metabolism cannot flow back at a normal rate, which can lead to local necrosis of the body.

Other issues include nerve rupture, cell apoptosis, and a range of other problems.

Accelerated aging of the parts of the body outside the protective barrier is only the least of the problems; necrosis in various aspects is the fatal threat.

To this end, they simulated an experiment that crossed the barriers between worlds.

After paying a high price for the experiment, a conclusion was reached that any gradual traversal of world barriers is suicidal.

The fault lines in the flow of time are like the sharpest blade, utterly disintegrating any object that attempts to slowly traverse them, both physically and biologically.

Faced with this desperate situation, all research ultimately pointed to the only feasible solution: building a super-large instantaneous teleportation array.

This solution can fundamentally avoid the crossing process.

By burning massive amounts of resources to generate enormous energy, a passage can be established between the origin and the destination.

This passage maintains an independent and uniform flow of time, like a solid bubble that envelops the entire civilization.

After the teleportation is complete, you will appear directly at the target coordinates.

This is a leapfrog relocation that can perfectly avoid the devastating impact of time flow differences.

Based on the spatial technology that has been passed down through generations of dream-weaving civilization, the Rongling people have been preparing for fifty years.

In order to accumulate enough immense energy to move space, they ruthlessly exploited the last resources of their home planet, leaving the land scarred and countless mineral veins completely drained.

The entire society is like a war machine wound up tightly, with everything having to give way to the "Star Leap Project".

At the same time, with the support of the "integration rules", their space technology has achieved an explosive breakthrough.

The limits of traditional materials have been broken time and time again. Stable materials that can withstand spatial tearing, and even boundary stones that can efficiently conduct spatial energy... a series of key materials have been developed.

Today, in the center of Leap City, a colossal interdimensional teleportation array, forged from countless rare materials at the cost of civilization's power, has been completed. Its scale is comparable to a mountain range, and the energy-conducting crystals embedded in its base are as dazzling as a galaxy, with massive energy flowing slowly through its veins.

Everything is ready; we're just waiting to get started.

The fate of the entire civilization rests on this final leap.

Next, the Star Leap Project will be carried out in 24 batches in an orderly manner.

After the previous batch of teleportation ends, you only need to re-insert the prepared energy crystals to activate it again.

Because communication failed over a period of time and no messages could be sent back, there was no turning back once the plan was started. Therefore, a batch of civilization seeds would be left to maintain the operation of the core twin cities.

After successfully establishing itself in another world, the flame will then be passed on to the world of dreams.

Secondly, between two worlds with a time flow rate difference of 13,000 times, the batch teleportation process would be a continuous process for the tribesmen who set off earlier.

After the first wave of the Rongling race crossed the world barrier, due to the huge difference in the flow of time, the several months that their home world would take to prepare for the next batch of teleportation was but a fleeting moment in the Dream World.

Therefore, the migration in twenty-four batches would be a continuous process on the time scale of the dream world.

Like twenty-four flashes of light bursting forth in a very short period of time, wave after wave of immigration will emerge in a short time.

A night breeze caressed my face.

This was the last time Xing Tong saw herself standing on the observatory gazing at this land.

The lights of Flying City stretch out beneath our feet, while in the distance lie mountains and rivers that carry the memories of civilization.

She recalled the days and nights she spent here, the glory she created with her people, and the faces that had passed away.

"Goodbye soon, our world."

Her gray hair danced in the wind, and her starry eyes opened her arms in the night breeze, as if embracing the whole world.

……

One month later, before the Star Leap Project was officially launched.

Xing Tong arrived at the tiger-slaying statue in the city center.

In the morning light, the old ancestor still held the wine pot with a carefree posture. She gently placed a bunch of star-shaped flowers that she had picked that morning in front of the statue's base, the pale blue petals still covered with glistening dewdrops.

Her fingertips brushed against the cold stone, and she whispered:

"Ancestor, we are about to set off. If you are watching over us from heaven, please bless your children... so that they may have a safe journey."

As she turned, Xing Tong's upright figure moved without hesitation, striding straight toward the crossroads that would determine the future of civilization.

When Xing Tong arrived at "Future Plaza" in the railcar, she was greeted by a boiling ocean.

The massive fleet was neatly arranged, its streamlined hulls gleaming with metallic luster in the morning light.

The young engineers were conducting final system checks, their faces beaming with anticipation for the future.

"Energy crystal filling test complete!"

"Spatial coordinates locked."

Xing Tong's wristwatch kept displaying notifications.

Before the interdimensional teleportation began, countless young people who were in the first batch were waving goodbye to their loved ones.

Their eyes sparkled with hope, and their laughter dispelled the sorrow of parting.

At this moment, their attachment to their homeland could not deter their determination to explore a new future.

As Xing Tong ascended the flagship's command platform, the entire fleet simultaneously lit up its navigation lights, like a galaxy awakening. She surveyed this vibrant scene and took a deep breath:

"Initiate teleportation."

In an instant, tens of millions of energy crystals ignited simultaneously.

A massive surge of energy flowed into the teleportation array, turning the entire sky a brilliant azure.

Space began to distort rapidly in invisible ripples.

A deep rumble emanated from the space at the center of the teleportation array, causing the earth to tremble violently.

Just then, a crack appeared out of thin air, and was then forcibly opened by the immense energy, transforming into a giant spatial passage that stretched across the sky.

Inside the passage, a constantly shifting halo of light stretched out, its end so deep it seemed capable of swallowing all matter. "Let's go!"

Under Xing Tong's command, the massive fleet began to sail in an orderly fashion toward the passage.

The moment the bow touched the entrance to the passageway, it disappeared into the azure blue as if merging into the water.

One ship, ten ships, a hundred ships... the fleet filed in, leaving countless silver trails in the sky.

This grand first migration lasted for a full hour.

As the last ship's exhaust plume disappeared into the tunnel, tens of millions of energy crystals were also completely burned out.

The entrance to the passage slowly closed, and the sky returned to calm, leaving only the lingering energy ripples in the air.

The transmission process is brief.

As the flagship passed through the passageway, Xing Tong and all the crew members were stunned by the sight before them.

They were suspended in a completely unfamiliar sky, with the vast Black Strike Domain below.

What shocked them was the frantically fluctuating environmental monitoring data on the ship's screen.

"Governor, the energy substances in the air of the Dream World are more than 99.9% elements that have never been recorded in the existing database. The quality of the basic spiritual energy components that we can analyze is already 348.4 times that of our home world. No... the value is still rising and is about to reach the limit that we can detect." The chief researcher's voice trembled with excitement.

Upon hearing these words, Xing Tong took a deep breath.

Even through the ship's internal circulation system, she could feel the life energy, so dense it was almost tangible, surging outside.

Every cell in my body is cheering with joy; it seems to be an instinctive premonition that a leap in the level of life is about to occur.

She looked at the real-time analysis graph transmitted by the probe, where the curve representing the amount of unknown energy was still increasing.

At this moment, Xing Tong couldn't help but clench her fist in excitement:
"No wonder the Dreamweaver civilization calls this place the Land of Dreams."

She finally understood why the Dreamweaver Civilization had come without hesitation.

The environment here can no longer be described as simply abundant in resources; it is a sacred sanctuary where civilization can undergo its ultimate transformation.

However, this joy was short-lived, as a piercing alarm shattered the atmosphere of excitement.

"Warning! Numerous high-speed moving targets detected!"

"The target group has reached the Tiger level in terms of energy feedback, and its numbers are increasing rapidly!"

On the holographic star map, countless crimson dots surged from all directions, like a bloodthirsty swarm of sharks smelling fresh blood.

Through the observation window, one can see hordes of ferocious-looking flying behemoths.

They have metallic-looking feathers, wingspans comparable to small ships, and sharp beaks that gleam with the light of concentrated energy.

"All ships must immediately activate their defense matrix."

Xing Tong instantly entered battle mode, her voice icy as she said:
"Frigids advance to form a circular defensive formation. Cruisers, charge your main guns and prioritize eliminating the horde of beasts directly in front!"

The command was executed swiftly.

Energy shields lit up around the fleet, and thick beams of energy ripped through the sky, turning the leading giant beasts into fireballs.

But the monsters were not dissolved; they quickly reappeared from the flames, roaring and charging forward.

The situation deteriorated rapidly.

"A second wave of beasts has appeared on the left. Their life force surpasses that of a tiger, but their exact strength cannot be assessed!"

"Signal of life activity detected below!"

"The energy shield overload rate has reached 27%!"

The monsters were far stronger than they had anticipated, and what was even more terrifying was that their numbers seemed endless.

The joy of arriving in the new world was quickly replaced by a survival crisis.

Xing Tong stared intently at the battle status panel, her expression gradually becoming serious.

She suddenly realized that in a world with such a rich energy environment, how could the native creatures it nurtures be of mediocre vitality?

The barren energy environment of my home world limits the upper limit of life's growth.

But here, every breath is more powerful than when you're doing deep training back home.

Creatures that can survive in such an environment can grow to unimaginable strength through natural growth, even without any technological assistance.

The ensuing battle proved her fears true.

Each of these flying behemoths is comparable to a strategic weapon in their home world.

Their claws can tear through alloy armor, and their energy beams can easily penetrate shields.

Despite the Rongling fleet's valiant counterattacks, which relied on advanced technology and coordinated efforts to turn the giant beasts into fireballs falling from the sky, the cost was heavy.

The fierce battle lasted for more than ten minutes.

When the last flying behemoth exploded under concentrated fire, the battlefield temporarily returned to calm. Xing Tong's wristwatch showed that the fleet had lost more than a thousand warships.

"Repair the shield immediately and repair any damage," Xing Tong ordered quickly, her voice hoarse from tension.

But before she could catch her breath, a new alarm sounded again.

"Large-scale fluctuations in life energy detected... Energy intensity... Exceeds the upper limit, cannot be assessed!"

Xing Tong suddenly looked up at the panoramic star map and saw countless huge and ferocious figures emerging from all directions.

They were several times the size of the previous behemoths, and their bodies were surrounded by a halo of blood and energy.

Many of these newly emerged monsters have life strength that far exceeds the assessment system's limit.

The detector can only output a series of questions: ? ? ?.

In the blink of an eye, an all-encompassing encirclement had been formed.

The bloody battle they had just experienced seemed like an insignificant prelude in the face of these terrifying beings.

True despair has only just begun.

What follows will be another fierce battle.

Just then, ripples suddenly appeared in the space behind the fleet.

The azure light illuminated the airspace once more, and a massive spatial passage suddenly opened.

"It's the second batch, they've arrived!" the observer shouted excitedly.

A brand-new fleet surged out of the passage like a torrent, its dazzling hulls gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

The arrival of fresh troops rekindled hope in Xing Tong's eyes, and she immediately established communications with the entire fleet:

"Second batch of formations, immediately join the battle sequence. First and third formations form a crossfire network, and second formation is responsible for flank cover. Prepare for combat!"

At this moment, Xing Tong was unaware that they were facing nothing more than an experimental bio-weapon of the Di Yuan Clan.

These monsters, which the Rongling tribe considers incredibly powerful, are, in the eyes of the Diyuan tribe, experimental troops with certain flaws that prevent them from being officially deployed. They are consumables deployed to the Black Strike Domain for combat adaptability testing.

When the Rongling Clan's follow-up fleets arrived one after another, the situation became even worse.

The monster tide was not only not repelled, but the variety of monsters attacking them also increased.

There are flying species capable of spraying corrosive liquid, psionic species skilled in mental attacks, and proliferating species capable of self-division and regeneration... and their strength continues to rise.

When the Diyuan Clan's officially controlled bio-weapon legion appeared, Xing Tong felt despair.

Just as she was struggling to adjust the formation, several towering figures suddenly appeared on the distant horizon.

The detector swept across the scene, revealing three colossal beasts that resembled moving mountains. Their carapaces were covered with energy circuit-like spiritual patterns, and behind them surged an endless wave of monsters.

The energy fluctuations they emitted transformed into tangible waves of energy that swept towards the fleet.

"An extremely high-energy reaction has been detected; energy level...unable to be calculated!"

"Their qi and blood strength is too high. The assessment shows that our attacks cannot break through their defenses!"

One of the giant beasts slowly raised its forelimbs at this moment, and this simple action caused visible ripples in the surrounding space.

boom!
With a single stomp, the earth trembled, and terrifying shockwaves swept across the land.

The fleet of ships resembled stones weathered by accelerated time, disintegrating layer by layer to reveal their skeletons, before turning into particles and drifting into the distance.

Seeing this, Xing Tong was stunned.

She suddenly realized that the monsters that had caused them such heavy losses were just an appetizer before the core combat force of a civilization made its appearance.

Looking at the colossal, death-like figures on the holographic screen, and the massive shadows advancing in unison behind them, Xing Tong's fingers slid limply from the control panel.

"It's over..."

She muttered to herself, her eyes filled with despair.

Before they arrived, they made thorough preparations and carefully assessed potential risks.

All reference standards are derived from the data left by the Dreamweaver civilization.

The above content proves that when the Dreamweaver Civilization first arrived in this "land of dreams," it developed smoothly and even swept away several local races, immersing the entire civilization in a frenzy of expansion.

She believed that with higher-quality fusion materials at her disposal, she could replicate the success of the early Dreamweaver civilization.

Little did they expect that they would step into a completely different world than the new horizons they had envisioned.

Instead, they fell directly into the lair of the demonic civilization.

This was not a war of equal scale at all, but a massacre akin to a dimensional reduction attack.

The war has begun again.

The Diyuan tribe's official legion swept in like a destructive torrent, with overwhelming force.

The "Shieldbearer," shaped like a manta ray, merely flapped its bone wings, and the shields of hundreds of Velvet Spirit capital ships vanished like bubbles.

Then the hurricane suddenly intensified, and the warship's armor, along with the crew inside, were twisted and mangled by the gale, leaving them defenseless.

On the other side, the "Hunters," moving with ghostly speed, leaped up from the ground in groups, transforming into streaks of death, their figures easily piercing through the fleet formation.

His sharp, active bone blades swept across the battleship fleet, tearing open dark gaps in the air. Wherever he passed, it was as if a hot knife was cutting through grease.

The new material that Star Pupil is so proud of is simply unable to stop the destruction caused by the active bone blade.

During this time, a massive, mountain-like destructive beast opened its enormous maw to the sky, revealing a honeycomb-like pool of destruction.

A single salvo is a devastating rainstorm covering ten miles, melting everything within its range.

The Rongling fleet's meticulously constructed defenses were breached as if made of paper, and explosions erupted everywhere, with ships turning to dust every second.

Xing Tong closed her eyes in despair.

She knew it was all over, yet she couldn't even send a warning back to her hometown.

All 24 fleet sorties have arrived; they have nowhere to retreat.

Just when Xing Tong felt utterly hopeless.

"Your Excellency, there is another fluctuation of unknown energy!"

Accompanied by urgent shouts, a dazzling golden light that stretched across the sky in the command center screen tore through the dim battlefield.

Wherever the light passed, space seemed to freeze. The ferocious beast that had been unstoppable just moments before vanished like dust in the golden light before it could even let out a wail. Hundreds of millions of shimmering points of light instantly filled the world.

Like a shower of golden light, it made the battlefield look like a dream.

In the radiance, a figure slowly solidified.

He stood silently between heaven and earth, his tiny figure contrasting sharply with the overwhelming army of monsters before him.

After a brief silence, the monster army roared and charged again.

At that moment, a giant golden sword appeared in the figure's hand.

The battlefield was forcibly frozen in time.

With a simple sword strike, another pale golden sword mark stretching across the heavens and earth appeared out of thin air, drawing an insurmountable chasm across the world.

Behind the sword scar lay the remnants of the Velvet Spirit fleet, and beyond the sword scar stretched an endless torrent of monsters.

The roars, collisions, and acid of the monster legion... vanished instantly upon touching the sword mark, as if hitting an invisible barrier.

One sword can subdue an army of ten thousand.

At this moment, all the Rongling Clan members were stunned.

In their eyes, this tiny golden figure seemed like a god who raised his hand to draw the line between life and death.

Starry Eyes stared blankly at the golden figure in the transmitted image, her heart pounding wildly, the deepest outline of her memory slowly merging with this figure.

An unbelievable thought surfaced in her mind.

Just then, the golden figure slowly turned around.

When Xing Tong saw the golden figure's face clearly, her pupils trembled violently, and the longing and grievances accumulated over hundreds of years burst forth instantly.

As the consul, she should have remained calm at all times.

But Xing Tong could no longer hold back her emotions, and tears streamed down her face like broken pearls.

"Ancestor!"

　One chapter updated ahead of schedule~
　　
　
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