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

The divine tree is constantly accumulating power.

The muzzles of the seven thousand giant roc warships were already shining brightly, with white stellar energy gathering at the muzzles, like seven thousand supernovae about to explode.

The entire purple nebula was illuminated by this light, and the purple mist that had been floating in the starry sky for three days and three nights evaporated and dissipated rapidly under the white light.

The trunk of the sacred tree trembled violently, and the last remaining purple light on its crown flickered desperately, like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

It knew that if it couldn't withstand this wave of attacks, it would inevitably die here and lose everything.

The divine tree has already sensed the destructive power contained within those white beams of light.

That was the sum of all the remaining energy of the seven thousand warships, the final blow that human civilization had accumulated over those three days and three nights.

If it is hit head-on by this attack, its trunk will be torn apart, its crown will be burned, and its roots will be uprooted.

Everything about it—tens of thousands of years of life, the faith of the Avatar civilization, the power accumulated by devouring countless stars—will vanish into nothingness.

It didn't want to die.

It has lived for tens of thousands of years, and it will continue to live, continue to grow stronger, continue to devour more stars, and become the true ruler of this universe.

"Damn humans, I will come back for revenge."

The divine tree roared angrily, and this sound transformed into spirit, instantly reaching the ears of every human being.

The sound didn't travel through the air; it exploded directly in the minds of all humans.

Deep, majestic, and angry, carrying with it tens of thousands of years of accumulated resentment and unwillingness.

Every human warrior who heard this voice felt a tremor from the depths of their soul.

That wasn't fear, but awe of the powerful life instinct.

The commander stood in the flagship's command center, the same voice echoing in his mind, but his expression remained unchanged.

His finger was already on the launch button.

"emission."

His voice was calm as still water, as if the roar just now was nothing more than an insignificant breeze.

Seven thousand Dapeng warships opened fire simultaneously.

Just as the human attack was about to land on the divine tree, the space behind the divine tree was suddenly torn open.

Deep within the purple nebula, the space behind the divine tree suddenly began to twist, deform, and tear.

A massive rift appeared in the void, as if the universe had been torn open by an invisible giant hand.

The edges of the crack shimmered with an eerie blue light, as if space itself was wailing, resisting, and being forcibly torn apart by some incomprehensible force.

Emerging from the crack was a terrifying, chilling wave.

That fluctuation was different from the intensity of stellar weapons and the ferocity of elemental weapons; it was a pure, primal power belonging to space itself.

The power of space.

Then a terrifying power was seen, instantly devouring the divine tree, and then the divine tree disappeared.

That spatial power was like a huge vortex, completely enveloping the massive body of the divine tree.

Giant trees with diameters exceeding one hundred kilometers and heights exceeding ten thousand kilometers are as insignificant as a speck of dust before that force.

The purple light flickered briefly in the spatial vortex, then vanished completely into the crack along with the divine tree.

The spatial rift closed rapidly after swallowing the divine tree, the blue light dissipated, and the distorted space returned to calm.

It was as if nothing had happened.

All the attacks missed the Tree of Gods and instead struck the cosmic space behind it, causing the entire Pandora galaxy to begin to collapse.

The seven thousand white beams of light lost their target and, carrying the power to destroy everything, crashed violently into the cosmic space behind the divine tree.

Without the obstruction of the divine tree, the beams of light penetrated deep into the Pandora galaxy and struck a star.

The purple star trembled violently under the bombardment of the star weapon, its surface erupting in towering purple flames, and its core began to destabilize under the impact of the energy.

The chain reaction started from a star and spread to the entire galaxy.

The planet's orbit began to shift, its atmosphere began to peel away, and its surface began to crack.

Purple light simultaneously shone in every corner of the galaxy, a final struggle of celestial bodies before their collapse.

The entire Pandora galaxy, the home of the Avatar civilization for tens of thousands of years, began its devastating collapse in the face of humanity's final blow.

The commander stood in the flagship's command center, his face ashen.

His fist slammed hard on the control panel, making a dull thud.

"Damn it, the divine tree has run away."

The commander-in-chief saw this and his face turned extremely ugly.

Three days and three nights of fierce fighting resulted in the loss of three thousand warships and the sacrifice of thirty thousand armored vehicles.

Humanity paid such a huge price, and was on the verge of completely destroying the divine tree and plundering everything it possessed.

At the last minute, it ran away.

It used spatial powers that humanity has yet to master to tear through the void and escape.

The commander's teeth were grinding, but he knew that anger would solve nothing.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

The commander looked at the remaining spatial power before him, and the terrifying fluctuations it emitted made them all feel a chill in their hearts.

Although the spatial rift has closed, traces of its existence remain.

Blue spatial power lingered in the void, spreading slowly across the starry sky like ripples.

That fluctuation was cold and profound, carrying the most primal majesty of the universe.

Every trace of residual spatial power exudes a heart-palpitating sense of oppression.

The commander stood in front of the flagship's porthole, looking at the blue ripples and feeling the power that sent chills down his spine.

He decisively issued the order to retreat continuously and leave the Pandora system.

"All warships, retreat at full speed!"

"Leave Pandora!"

"Immediately! Right now!"

The commander's voice boomed through the communication channel, carrying an undeniable sense of urgency.

Galaxy is collapsing, stars are exploding, and planets are falling.

Although the remaining spatial forces have calmed down for the time being, who knows if they will erupt again?

If space tears apart again, the collapsing galaxy will drag the human fleet into it as well.

Seven thousand giant warships simultaneously changed direction, their engines revving at full power. Their silvery-white hulls traced seven thousand white trails in the starry sky as they sped away from the collapsing purple star.

Behind them, the Pandora galaxy is heading towards destruction.

The purple star was expanding, contracting, and expanding again, with the flames on its surface getting higher and brighter.

Planets shattered one after another, their fragments scattering across the sky and mingling with the remaining branches and debris of the divine tree.

The purple light grew brighter and brighter at the center of the galaxy, and then—

boom!

The purple star finally exploded completely, and the shockwave spread in all directions, engulfing everything that remained in the galaxy.

Pandora Galaxy, the birthplace of the Avatar civilization, the purple nebula deepest within the colorful Milky Way galaxy.

At that moment, it completely disappeared into the universe.

The human fleet successfully evacuated before the shockwave arrived. The seven thousand warships stopped at a safe distance, looking back at the once mysterious purple nebula.

Now only emptiness remains there.

Darkness, emptiness, nothingness.

The commander stood by the porthole and remained silent for a long time.

We won.

Humans destroyed the Avatar civilization's home, eliminated their forces, and regained control of the colorful river system.

But the sacred tree ran away.

The most powerful enemy, the giant tree with spatial powers, escaped at the last moment.

It said it would come back for revenge.

The commander frowned and turned to walk toward the communications station.

At the same time, he immediately told Lin Feng about it.

The communication channel was connected, and Lin Feng's figure appeared on the holographic projection.

His expression was calm, but a hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes after hearing the commander's report.

The divine tree tore through the void and escaped.

The power of space.

That is a power that humanity has not yet fully mastered.

Lin Feng learned that the Divine Tree could actually tear through the void and leave, realizing that the other party had mastered the ability of spatial jump, and that they simply couldn't catch up with it.

Space jump.

It's not ordinary wormhole teleportation, nor is it warp drive; it's a true spatial jump—disappearing from one coordinate in an instant and reappearing in another.

Ignore distance, ignore obstacles, ignore all barriers.

Although humanity has obtained the complete blueprints for space jump technology from the gifts of the universe, those are just blueprints.

Having researched something and having the blueprints are two different things.

Although they have now obtained the complete blueprints for space jump, they still haven't figured out some of the key components, and even Lin Feng's use of the system to simulate space failed.

During those three months of rest, Lin Feng entered the system simulation space countless times, spending hundreds of years in that pale world trying to overcome the core challenges of space jump technology.

He tried countless methods and deduced countless possibilities, but he could never break through that last barrier.

The key to spatial fluctuations involves the most fundamental laws of the universe and the essential relationship between space and time.

That's not just a technical issue, but a matter of the depth of our understanding of the universe.

Lin Feng can simulate the process of spatial jump in the system space, but he cannot understand the underlying principles.

It's like someone who can press a switch to turn on a light bulb but doesn't know what electric current is or how electrons flow in a wire.

Without understanding the principles, it is impossible to build a real space jump device.

The divine tree has clearly mastered this power.

It can tear through the void and disappear from the Pandora galaxy in an instant.

This ability put Lin Feng under unprecedented pressure.

If the Divine Tree, after escaping, gathers its power and then uses its space-jumping ability to appear directly at the core of the solar system, it could launch a surprise attack on humanity—

The consequences could be disastrous.

Lin Feng remained silent for a moment, a determined light flashing in his eyes.

So he immediately decided to set off for the destroyed Pandora system to see the spatial fluctuations in person and see if he could get inspiration to develop a space jump device.

"Commander, remain on the outskirts of Pandora and maintain vigilance."

Lin Feng's voice came from the holographic projection, clear and firm.

"I'll go there myself."

The commander paused for a moment, then nodded.

"Understood, Mr. Lin. We will ensure safety."

Communication ended.

Lin Feng stood up and glanced at everyone in the command post.

"Prepare the shuttle, I'm heading to Pandora."

"President Lin, the area is still collapsing, and the space is unstable—"

"I know."

Lin Feng interrupted his adjutant's attempts to dissuade him, his voice calm yet undeniable.

"It is precisely because space is unstable that traces of spatial rifts remain. Those traces are my only opportunity to study spatial jumps."

"If you miss it, once the space repairs itself, you won't be able to find any clues anymore."

"The divine tree could return at any moment to seek revenge. We don't have time."

The adjutant was silent for a moment, then nodded heavily.

"Understood. I'll go prepare right away."

Lin Feng walked out of the command center, through the long corridor, and arrived at the spaceport's landing pad.

A small shuttle was ready, its silver-white body gleaming under the lights.

Lin Feng boarded the shuttle, sat in the cockpit, and placed his hands on the control panel.

His gaze drifted through the porthole to the distant starry sky.

There, in the direction of the Pandora galaxy, once lay a mysterious purple nebula.

Now, only the ruins of the collapsed area and the remaining spatial power remain.

But perhaps there lies the key to humanity's mastery of space travel.

The shuttle's engine started, and a silvery-white light shone from its tail.

The shuttle departed the spaceport, accelerated, accelerated again, and then disappeared into the starry sky.

Lin Feng traveled alone to that collapsed galaxy.

He wanted to see the remaining spatial fluctuations with his own eyes, and to personally experience the power that chilled the hearts of all human warriors.

He wanted to find inspiration for breakthroughs in space jump technology in those ruins.

The shuttle flew at high speed through the starry sky, and the ruins of the Pandora system grew larger and larger in view.

That once mysterious purple nebula is now nothing but a deathly darkness.

The debris from the star explosion slowly spread across the starry sky, planetary fragments floated in the darkness, and the purple light had completely disappeared.

Only the remaining spatial power still rippled with a ghostly blue light in the void.

Lin Feng's shuttle slowly approached the edge of the ruins. Through the porthole, he watched the blue ripples slowly spread in the darkness.

Every ripple exudes a heart-stirring power.

That fluctuation was cold and profound, like a sigh coming from the deepest part of the universe.

Lin Feng closed his eyes and focused all his attention on the fluctuation.

In his mind, the complete blueprint for space jump technology slowly unfolded.

He compared the formulas, principles, and design diagrams he had studied for hundreds of years with the blue ripples before his eyes.

He felt a clarity he had never experienced before.

Space is not flat.

It's like a giant membrane that can be bent, folded, and torn.

Space jumps involve making a hole in the membrane and passing through it from one side to the other.

The divine tree did it.

Humans can certainly do it too.

Lin Feng opened his eyes, his eyes gleaming.

He began a long period of observation and analysis.