Rejecting Tsinghua and Peking Universities: I Will Lead Harbin Institute of Technology to World Lead

"God, that human civilization survived the cosmic war, their energy must have become powerful enough, and this time they have launched an attack on us. We should launch an attack on them."

Deep within the purple nebula, in the sacred grounds of the Avatar civilization, an ancient voice echoed in the empty temple.

That's the old man in Avatar, the priest in Avatar, and the spokesperson for the gods.

His body was hunched over, and his skin was covered with purple lines, marks left after he connected with the divine tree—glory, but also shackles.

His eyes were a deep purple, like two amethysts, sparkling with wisdom and piety.

The priest knelt before the sacred tree, his hands clasped together, his forehead bowed, his posture extremely respectful.

Before him stood the sacred tree, the main deity of the Avatar civilization.

It was an unimaginably enormous tree, with a trunk diameter of over one hundred kilometers and a height of an astonishing ten thousand kilometers. Its canopy spread out in the nebula, covering a space of hundreds of thousands of square kilometers.

Purple light streamed down from the treetops, illuminating the entire temple and the priest's aged face.

The priest hoped to obtain permission from the other party to destroy human civilization.

After all, since human civilization dared to launch an attack on them this time, they must bear the consequences of destruction.

Although the intelligent fleet sent by humans was destroyed by the divine tree, such proactive attack was seen as an intolerable provocation by the Avatar civilization.

For countless years, since the Avatar civilization became the rulers of the colorful river system, no other civilization has ever dared to launch an attack against them.

No civilization has ever dared to challenge the majesty of the sacred tree.

Those civilizations that dared to approach the purple nebula were easily wiped out by the power of the divine tree, leaving not even a trace behind.

Now, humans have not only gotten closer, but have also launched an attack.

This is blasphemy against the sacred tree and a declaration of war against the Avatar civilization.

A cold glint flashed in the priest's eyes.

Human civilization must be destroyed.

The temple was completely silent.

Purple light flowed slowly through the void, and the crown of the divine tree swayed gently, emitting a rhythmic sound like breathing.

That was the divine tree thinking, sensing, and making a decision.

After a long while, a deep and majestic voice came from the divine tree, echoing throughout the entire temple.

"permit."

The sacred tree heard the priest's words and agreed without hesitation.

There was no hesitation, no doubt, only absolute confidence and cold decisiveness in that voice.

Having destroyed human civilization's warships and armor, he sensed that humanity possessed even greater power, and even that the stellar origin of human civilization was powerful enough to be transformed into their nourishment. He decisively agreed to the priest's words.

When the divine tree destroyed the hundred Kuafu warships and five hundred Xingtian armors, it had already sensed the true strength of human civilization.

While those warships and armored vehicles were powerful, they were by no means the full extent of human civilization's power.

Behind them are even more powerful warships, even more terrifying weapons, and even larger energy reserves.

Especially the stellar origins of human civilization—

The sun, which had expanded to ten times its original size, the enormous fireball that had devoured the origins of eight civilizations, contained an energy that even the divine tree felt a longing for.

If the origin of that star can be devoured, the power of the divine tree will undergo a qualitative leap.

It will become the true overlord of this universe, and no civilization will be able to challenge its majesty.

Therefore, the divine tree agreed without hesitation.

Destroy human civilization, plunder their stellar origins, and make yourself stronger.

This is the law of the universe.

The strong survive, the weak perish.

"Yes, Lord God, we will completely annihilate this human civilization and then bring it back to the origin to make you even stronger."

Upon hearing that the sacred tree had agreed, the priest immediately left.

He stood up, bowed deeply, then turned and strode out of the temple.

At this moment, the aged body burst forth with astonishing power, and purple patterns shimmered on his skin, a blessing from the divine tree and a symbol of power.

The priest's steps were firm and powerful, and with each step, the temple floor trembled slightly.

A flame of piety burned in his heart; the will of the supreme god was his mission, and the destruction of human civilization was his only task at this moment.

The next moment, the priest was seen returning to the main camp.

The Avatar civilization's headquarters are located on a giant planet deep within the purple nebula.

The planet was ten times the diameter of Earth, and its surface was covered with a dense purple forest, every tree of which was a branch of the divine tree and closely connected to the supreme god.

The planet's atmosphere is filled with purple mist, which is the energy particles emitted by the divine tree, the source of power upon which the Avatar civilization depends for survival.

At the center of the planet is a vast city, whose buildings are all made of living trees that are constantly growing, changing, and breathing, integrated with the planet's ecosystem.

At the highest point of the city stands the priest's temple, from which one can overlook the entire city and gaze at the distant purple nebula.

The priest stood on the temple platform, raised his scepter, and purple light shot out from the top of the scepter, soaring into the sky.

That was the signal to summon the soldiers.

In almost an instant, he had gathered tens of thousands of Avatar warriors.

From every corner of the city, from the depths of the purple forest, from all directions of the nebula, Avatar warriors surged forth like a tide.

They are tall, averaging over three meters in height, with deep blue skin covered in purple stripes.

Their eyes were large and bright, like two golden gems, gleaming with a thirst for battle in the purple light.

They wore armor woven from the leaves of the divine tree, light yet sturdy, capable of withstanding most energy attacks.

Every Avatar warrior possesses a pterodactyl, also known as a Thunderwing, which resembles a pterosaur, is fierce, and prefers to live in groups around waterfalls. The Na'vi tame an Ikaran by connecting their braids to one of its tentacles. An Ikaran will only ever serve one Na'vi as its master.

Ikalan, the most loyal fighting partners of the Avatar civilization.

Their appearance resembles that of ancient pterosaurs, with a wingspan of over twenty meters, and their bodies are covered with blue-purple scales that shimmer with a metallic luster under the starlight.

Their heads resemble those of birds of prey, with sharp beaks capable of tearing through the armor of warships and razor-sharp claws capable of crushing rocks.

They can spew purple flames from their mouths, with temperatures high enough to melt steel.

Each Ikaran undergoes rigorous training and develops a deep spiritual bond with its owner.

The Avatar warriors connected their braids to one of Ikalan's tentacles, achieving a mental connection through neural links.

In battle, Ikalan is the extension of the warrior, and the warrior is the brain of Ikalan.

They are one entity, an inseparable fighting unit.

Tens of thousands of Avatar warriors rode their respective Ikalan, their bodies shimmering with purple light, and battle horns echoed through the starry sky.

The Ikarans flapped their enormous wings, stirring up a gale and whipping up purple dust, causing the entire city to tremble.

Tens of thousands of Ikalan took off at the same time, creating an extremely spectacular scene.

The bluish-purple figures blotted out the sky, and the air currents stirred by their wings formed huge vortexes above the city. Purple light shone from each Icaran, dyeing the entire sky purple.

They formed a huge formation, like a giant purple dragon, spiraling upwards in the starry sky before flying towards the outer edge of the purple nebula.

"The Supreme God has ordered us to directly attack humanity's star system. You will serve as the vanguard to test humanity's strength."

The priest stood on the temple platform, purple light emanating from him, and his voice entered the minds of every warrior through a mental link.

His gaze swept over the young soldiers, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

These warriors are the bravest sons and daughters of the Avatar civilization, and the most loyal guardians of the sacred tree.

They are going to test the true strength of human civilization and to bring back more information for the God.

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Upon hearing this, the Avatar warriors immediately responded respectfully and then quickly left, heading directly towards the Oasis Galaxy.

Tens of thousands of voices converged and exploded in the starry sky like thunder.

Then, the Ikaran formation accelerated, its purple light tracing tens of thousands of paths across the starry sky as it sped toward the Oasis system.

They are incredibly fast; each flap of Ikaran's wings can cover a distance of thousands of kilometers. Purple energy flows across their scales, providing them with a continuous source of power.

The distance from the Purple Nebula to the Oasis Galaxy is vast, but for Ikalan, it is only a moment.

The Avatar warriors were highly focused, their braids tightly connected to Ikalan, feeling the heartbeats of their comrades, the wind whistling in their ears, and the starry sky rushing past beneath them.

They held spears made from branches of the divine tree, their tips gleaming with a purple light—a power bestowed by the divine tree, strong enough to pierce any armor.

They carry shields made of Ikaran scales on their backs, which are light and sturdy and can withstand most energy weapons.

They are the vanguard of the Avatar civilization, the sword of the divine tree.

They are messengers of death, harbingers of destruction.

When the Avatars and Ikaran arrived in the Oasis Galaxy, human civilization was the first to sense it.

On the outskirts of the Oasis Galaxy, the human fleet's reconnaissance system detected the unusual energy fluctuations immediately.

The energy signal generated by tens of thousands of Ikalan flying at the same time is extremely strong and cannot be hidden at all.

Red alarms sounded on every warship, and on the holographic projection, tens of thousands of purple dots were approaching the Oasis Galaxy at an astonishing speed.

"Enemy attack! A large number of enemies are approaching!"

"The quantity exceeds ten thousand, and the speed is extremely fast!"

"The energy reaction is strong, suggesting potential aggression!"

The intelligence officer's voice rang out repeatedly on the command channel, tense but never panicked.

The commander of the First Expeditionary Force stood in the command center, his eyes fixed on the rapidly approaching purple dots on the holographic projection.

His expression was calm, but his eyes flashed with a cold, sharp light.

coming.

The vanguard of the Avatar civilization.

It was faster and more decisive than he had anticipated.

"All troops, prepare for battle."

The commander's voice was steady and powerful, resounding throughout the entire fleet.

"The Great Roc warship ascends into the sky, and the celestial weapons are charging."

"The Wukong Armored Forces are on standby, ready to attack at any time."

"This time, let them see the power of humanity."

Upon receiving the order, the human fleet on the outskirts of the Oasis system instantly went into battle mode.

The engines of the Great Peng warship roared, and its silver-white hull slowly rose into the starry sky, forming a neat battle formation above the Oasis Star.

A thousand giant warships, like thousands of silver swords, stood in front of the Oasis Star System, guarding humanity's second home behind them.

Their cannons were aimed at the direction from which the purple light was coming. The energy of the stellar weapons gathered in the cannons, and the white light grew brighter and brighter.

The Wukong armored force stood by behind the warship, two thousand black steel giants silently hovering in the starry sky, their black spot energy coating shimmering with a dark luster under the starlight.

There was no fear, no hesitation, only a chilling killing intent in their eyes.

The next moment, the Avatar vanguard appeared in the view of the human fleet.

Tens of thousands of Ikalan surged in like a tide, their blue-purple forms blotting out the sky, and the air currents generated by their flapping wings created visible ripples in the starry sky.

The Avatar warriors rode on the backs of Ikaran, their spears pointed directly at the human fleet, their golden eyes burning with the flames of battle.

Without any hesitation or communication, they launched an attack.

The avatar, controlling Ikalan, launched an attack on the Oasis system. Then, an astonishing pillar of fire was seen spewing from Ikalan's mouth, its power reaching that of a sunspot shockwave.

Tens of thousands of Ikaran simultaneously opened their enormous jaws, purple light gathering deep within their throats, and then—

boom!

Tens of thousands of purple flames shot out from Ikalan's mouth, like tens of thousands of purple dragons, tearing through the starry sky and heading straight for the human fleet.

The flames were extremely hot, distorting space and melting meteorites wherever they passed.

The light was so intense that it dyed the entire starry sky purple.

Its power was extremely strong; each beam of light was comparable to a human sunspot shockwave.

Tens of thousands of shockwave-level attacks came at the same time, their power enough to destroy any fleet.

But humans are not any fleet.

Humanity is a civilization that survived the battles of space.

"Star weapon, fire."

The voice of the First Expeditionary Force Commander was as calm as still water.

One thousand Dapeng warships opened fire simultaneously.

A thousand white beams of light shot out from the cannon's muzzle; these were the Star Compression Cannons, each shot condensing star-level energy, each capable of destroying a galaxy.

The white beam of light and the purple flames collided violently in the starry sky.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of explosions erupted in the starry sky, white light and purple flames intertwining to create a magnificent yet terrifying scene.

The energy storm spread in all directions, engulfing everything around it.

Meteorites turned to ash, dust evaporated into gas, and space itself trembled.

Although Ikalan's purple flames are powerful, they are still far inferior to those of celestial weapons.

The white beam of light pierced through the purple flames, its momentum undiminished, and crashed heavily into Ikaran's formation.

The first beam of light struck an Ikalan, whose purple scales shattered instantly under the impact of the stellar energy. Its flesh evaporated in the high temperature, and the Ikalan, along with the Avatar warrior on its back, turned into a fireball.

The second, the third, the tenth, the hundredth.

White beams of light exploded continuously within the Ikalan formation, each one taking the lives of dozens of Ikalan.

Purple blood splattered across the starry sky, shattered scales scattered everywhere, and the screams of Ikalan and the roars of the Avatar warriors mingled together, echoing throughout the entire cosmos.

"Destroy them."

Without hesitation, the commander of the First Expeditionary Force issued the order, and the Great Peng warship took off, instantly unleashing its stellar weapons and engulfing the enemy in an instant.

A thousand giant warships fired continuously, the light from their star-like weapons illuminating the entire starry sky as if it were daytime.

Faced with such intense firepower, the Ikalan formation was unable to approach the Oasis system at all.

They tried to disperse and break through from different directions, but the firepower of the Dapeng warship covered the entire airspace, leaving no blind spots.

Purple flames and white beams of light intertwined in the starry sky, and Ikaran's figure fell continuously in the white light.

An Ikalan was struck in the wing, its purple scales shattered, and blood and flesh flew everywhere. It screamed as it fell from the sky, and the Avatar warrior on its back was thrown off, tumbling helplessly in the starry sky.

One of the Ikalan was hit head-on, its entire body vaporized by the energy of the stellar weapon, leaving not even a trace.

An Ikalan attempted to charge towards a giant warship, but was intercepted by another beam of light. Purple flames and white beams collided in mid-air, and the Ikalan was thrown away by the shockwave of the explosion, crashing into another Ikalan. The two behemoths tumbled through the starry sky and plummeted into the darkness.

The Avatar warriors fought desperately, controlling Ikalan and charging from all directions, throwing spears, spraying flames, and tearing with their claws.

However, these attacks were like scratching an itch through a boot in the face of the star weapons, and could not cause any damage to the Great Peng warship at all.

The battle was proceeding in a one-sided manner.

They awaited Lin Feng's call to attack from the solar system.

The commander of the First Expeditionary Force stood in the command center, his gaze calmly fixed on the constantly fading purple dots on the holographic projection.

He knew that this was just the vanguard of the Avatar civilization, a mere probe.

The real battle has not yet begun.

He glanced at the communication channel, where instructions from the solar system were still pending.

They awaited Lin Feng's call to arms.

In the starry sky, the purple flames still burn, Ikalan's figure still falls, and the roars of the Avatar warriors still echo.

But everyone knows that this is just the calm before the storm.

The real battle will officially begin the moment Lin Feng sounds his horn.