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

This war did not stop immediately.

At the end of the first day of battle, tens of thousands of warship wrecks floated in the starry sky, silvery fragments mixed with colorful armor fragments, shimmering with a desolate light under the starlight.

Both sides are licking their wounds, regrouping, and waiting for the sun to rise the next day.

But when the sun shone on the battlefield the next day, war broke out again.

The one million branches of the divine tree waved once more, and the purple light once again illuminated the colorful river system.

Humanity's cosmic death beam cannon fired once more, tearing through the starry sky with its crimson light.

The Great Roc warship and the colorful warship exchanged fire again, while the Wukong armor and the Ikalan fighter jet engaged in another dogfight.

On the first day, humanity lost three thousand warships, while the Colored River System lost five thousand.

The next day, humans lost 2,500 ships, and the Colored River System lost 4,000.

The third day, the fourth day, and the fifth day.

Every day, warships are lost, and every day, lives are lost.

Both sides are constantly at a disadvantage.

The number of enemies is constantly decreasing.

The fleet of the Colored River System decreased from tens of thousands of warships at the beginning to twenty thousand, then ten thousand, and finally eight thousand.

Those races that submitted to the Divine Tree—the Rock Race, the Jellyfish Race, the Crystal Race, and the Light Spirit Race—had their fleets utterly destroyed by humanity's stellar weapons.

Their warriors turned to ashes in the starry sky, their homes were reduced to ruins in the flames of war, and their civilization came to an end in the war.

The Avatar warriors, riding Ikaran, launched one attack after another in the starry sky, but each attack was accompanied by heavy losses.

Icarus's purple flames could not penetrate the black shield of the Great Roc warship, and the spears of the Avatar warriors could not pierce the coating of Wukong's armor.

They fell one by one, their purple blood floating in the starry sky like purple rain.

Humanity's warships and numbers are also constantly decreasing.

The number of Dapeng warships decreased from the initial 80,000 to 60,000, then 40,000, and finally 30,000.

The number of Wukong armor units was reduced from the initial 350,000 to 250,000, then 150,000, and finally 100,000.

The fall of each warship meant the sacrifice of hundreds of soldiers.

The destruction of each armored vehicle signifies the departure of a heroic soul from this world.

Cities on Earth mourn the fallen soldiers, squares on Mars are filled with white flowers, and somber elegiac songs echo through the spaceports of Jupiter.

But war will not stop because of mourning, and the enemy will not retreat because of tears.

The war became increasingly brutal.

In the first month, the battle spread to the edges of two galaxies.

On the spiral arms of the colorful Milky Way, one star after another is extinguished by humanity's stellar weapons, and one galaxy after another is reduced to nothingness by the cosmic death beam.

At the edge of the Milky Way, the branches of the divine tree broke through humanity's defenses, completely destroying dozens of human colony planets, and causing tens of millions of people to lose their lives in the purple light.

In the second month, the battle moved into the interior of both galaxies.

Deep within the colorful river system, the Great Roc warship broke through the Divine Tree's defenses, destroying hundreds of thousands of its branches and advancing directly towards the tree's trunk.

The divine tree let out a deafening roar, mobilizing all its power to force the Great Roc warship back, but a deep scorch mark was left on its canopy.

Inside the Milky Way, the branches of the Divine Tree broke through the interception of the cosmic death beam and struck the solar system's defense platform directly.

Three defense platforms shattered into pieces amidst a purple glow, hundreds of kilometers of armor were twisted and deformed by the lash of tree branches, and thousands of soldiers perished in the explosion.

By the third month, both river systems were already devastated.

The colorful galaxy began to dim, those once beautiful nebulae were shattered in the flames of war, and those once vibrant life-bearing planets were turned into desolate wastelands by the gunfire.

The trunk of the divine tree was covered with scorch marks and cracks, and the purple light on the crown flickered. Of its one million branches, less than six hundred thousand remained, and the rate of recovery was getting slower and slower.

The golden light of the Milky Way is also fading, the size of the sun has shrunk from one hundred times to eighty times, and the plundered stellar essence has been exhausted in the six-month war.

The number of Dapeng warships has dwindled to less than 20,000, the number of Wukong armors has dwindled to less than 50,000, and 12 of the 30 cosmic death beam cannons have been destroyed in battle.

This war has already affected two galaxies, and some galaxies have even been completely destroyed.

Half of the colorful river system has been reduced to ruins.

Those once dazzling, multicolored arms are now nothing but a deathly darkness.

Hundreds of millions of stars were extinguished in the war, tens of thousands of life-bearing planets were shattered in the flames of war, and thousands of civilizations disappeared in the starry sky.

The roots of the divine tree once extended to every corner of the colorful river system, but now half of the roots have been severed, withered, rotted, and turned to dust in the starry sky.

Half of the Milky Way was also reduced to ruins.

Half of the colonies that humanity built in the Milky Way were reduced to ashes in war.

Those once-prosperous space cities are now nothing but ruins.

Those once bustling interstellar routes are now nothing but the wreckage of warships and the remains of warriors.

Countless fragments floated in the starry sky—silver-white armor fragments, colorful ship hull fragments, purple tree branch fragments, and black armor fragments.

These fragments spun slowly in the starry sky, shimmering with a desolate luster in the faint light of the stars.

They silently recount the brutality of the war, the lives lost, and the price paid by the two galaxies.

By the fourth month, both sides were exhausted.

The number of branches on the divine tree decreased from 600,000 to 400,000, and the recovery time increased from 10 seconds to 60 seconds.

Its trunk is covered with cracks, from which purple sap seeps and solidifies into purple ice crystals in the starry sky.

The purple light on its canopy had dimmed to the point of being like a candle flickering in the wind, and each flicker was accompanied by a low, mournful cry.

The human fleet was reduced from 20,000 ships to 15,000 ships, and the Wukong armor was reduced from 50,000 units to 30,000 units.

The number of Cosmic Death Beam Cannons has been reduced from eighteen to twelve, and the barrels of each cannon are already overheated to the point of glowing red, requiring a longer cooling time.

The sun's volume has shrunk from eighty times to sixty times, and its light is no longer as intense as it was in its prime.

Both sides' soldiers were exhausted.

The soldiers on the Dapeng warship have been fighting continuously for four months without rest or rotation, struggling on the brink of life and death every day.

The pilots of the Wukong Armor have escaped from explosions countless times, watched their comrades sacrifice themselves before their eyes countless times, and brushed shoulders with death in the starry sky countless times.

The Avatar warriors were also fighting desperately, bleeding, and sacrificing themselves.

Their Ikarans fell one by one, their warriors fell one by one, and their homes were reduced to ruins.

But no one retreated, no one surrendered, and no one gave up.

Because both sides knew that retreat meant death, surrender meant destruction, and giving up meant the end.

In the fifth month, the battle entered its most brutal phase.

The divine tree concentrated all its power on its last four hundred thousand branches, each burning with purple flames, carrying its final rage.

Four hundred thousand tree branches were simultaneously pulled towards the Milky Way, towards the solar system, and towards humanity's last line of defense.

Humanity's twelve cosmic death beam cannons fired simultaneously, 1.2 million blood-red beams colliding with 400,000 purple tree branches in the starry sky.

The explosion illuminated the entire starry sky, and the energy storm tore everything around it to shreds.

After the collision, all 400,000 tree branches were destroyed, and all twelve death beam cannons overheated and shut down.

A huge crack appeared on the trunk of the divine tree, and purple sap gushed out like a waterfall.

In the outer reaches of the solar system, the last three defense platforms were reduced to fragments in the explosion, and the shockwave directly reached Earth's atmosphere.

The Earth's sky was dyed blood red, the earth trembled, the oceans surged, and volcanoes erupted.

Millions lost their lives in that moment, and countless families were shattered.

By the sixth month, both sides had reached their limits.

The divine tree has fewer than 100,000 branches left, and the recovery time has been extended to five minutes. Moreover, each newly grown branch is much thinner and weaker than before.

Its trunk is riddled with countless cracks, the purple sap has almost dried up, and the purple glow on the crown is so faint as to be barely visible.

Humanity's fleet has less than 10,000 ships left, and the Wukong Armor has less than 20,000 units left.

Although the twelve cosmic death beam cannons have cooled down, their energy reserves are less than one-tenth of their peak levels.

The sun's size has shrunk to forty times its original size, and its light is less than half of what it was at the start of the war.

Both galaxies have been destroyed by two-thirds.

The colorful river system has completely disappeared, replaced by a deathly gray.

Those once beautiful nebulae have been shattered, those once vibrant planets have become wastelands, and those once glorious civilizations have vanished completely.

Three-quarters of the tree's roots had been severed, and the remaining roots floated helplessly in the starry sky, like the fingers of a dying man.

Two-thirds of the Milky Way was also reduced to ruins.

Two-thirds of all the colonized planets that humanity established in the Milky Way no longer exist.

Those once prosperous space cities, those once bustling interstellar routes, those once beautiful life-bearing planets have all been reduced to dust in the flames of war.

The number of debris floating in the starry sky is countless, forming bands of debris that shimmer with a desolate luster under the starlight.

Among those fragments were the wreckage of warships, pieces of armor, the remains of soldiers, and traces of life.

They floated silently, like tears shed by two river systems in this war.

After fighting for a full six months, Lin Feng and the Divine Tree decisively issued their orders.

Six months of bloody battles, six months of attrition, six months of torment.

The losses for both sides have reached an unbearable level.

The human warriors were exhausted. They had been fighting continuously for six months without rest or rotation, struggling on the brink of life and death every day.

Many soldiers have suffered severe war trauma; their eyes are vacant, their hands tremble, and their souls have been shattered on the battlefield.

The solar system's resources have been exhausted; the star that was a hundred times larger has shrunk to forty times its original size, and its energy reserves are no longer sufficient to support a larger-scale war.

The divine tree's energy was also nearing depletion; its branches had decreased from one million to less than one hundred thousand, its recovery speed had increased from ten seconds to five minutes, and its purple light had become as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

If the fight continues, given their evenly matched strength, they could very well perish together.

Lin Feng stood in front of the porthole in the command center, looking at the sun that had shrunk to forty times its original size, at the broken defense platforms, and at the battered warships.

There was no anger or resentment in his eyes, only deep weariness.

The war lasted six months, and humanity paid a heavy price.

Two-thirds of the galactic colonies were reduced to ruins, hundreds of millions of people lost their lives in the war, and 15,000 warships and 30,000 Wukong armors were sacrificed.

If the fighting continues, even if we win, human civilization will be severely weakened, and may even be completely destroyed.

The sacred tree, too, cannot afford such a price.

Its colorful river system has been destroyed by two-thirds, its people have been almost entirely killed or wounded, and its power is nearly exhausted.

If they continue fighting, even if they win, they will lose everything.

After a period of rest and recuperation, the Divine Tree plans to enhance its power, while human civilization plans to develop even more powerful weapons to annihilate the enemy in one fell swoop.

Two voices rang out simultaneously in two different river systems.

Lin Feng's voice resounded throughout the entire Milky Way, across every human planet, on every warship, and on every piece of armor.

"The entire army shall retreat."

"All fleets, return to the solar system."

"All soldiers, go home and rest."

"The war is over."

At the same time, the spiritual power of the Divine Tree spread throughout the entire Colored Galaxy, reaching every surviving Avatar warrior and every subjugated race.

"All people, retreat to the depths of the colorful river system."

"All resources should be focused on recuperation."

"The war is over."

Two commands were issued simultaneously in the starry sky.

The golden light of the Milky Way began to shrink, and the remaining ten thousand Great Roc warships changed direction and slowly headed towards the solar system.

Thirty thousand Wukong armors followed behind the warship, the black steel giants drawing thirty thousand weary trails in the starry sky.

The purple light of the colorful river system began to shrink, the remaining 100,000 branches of the divine tree slowly retracted, and tens of thousands of remaining colorful warships retreated into the depths of the colorful river system.

The starry sky between the two galaxies fell silent at that moment.

There was no artillery fire, no explosions, and no roaring energy storms.

There was only deathly silence.

Only countless fragments floating in the starry sky silently tell the story of this brutal war that lasted for half a year.

Lin Feng stood by the porthole, looking at the retreating warships, their battered armor, and the debris floating in the starry sky.

A cold flame burned in his eyes.

Humans will return in six months.

Armed with more powerful weapons, with a more resolute will, and with the power to annihilate the divine tree in one fell swoop.

Six months of rest and recuperation, six months of research and development, and six months of accumulating strength.

Then--

decisive battle.

Meanwhile, the divine tree was silently accumulating power deep within the colorful river system.

It will become even more powerful, powerful enough to wipe out human civilization in one fell swoop.

This war is not over yet.

The real battle is yet to come.