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

This war was too tragic.

After half a year of bloody fighting, both galaxies have been shattered, with countless fragments floating in the starry sky. The once brilliant stars have dimmed in the flames of war, and the once vibrant worlds have turned into deathly silence in the gunfire.

The races that had submitted to the galaxy were essentially destroyed.

Those civilizations that chose to submit after humanity became the dominant species in the galaxy, those races that paid tribute to the solar system and accepted human protection, were almost completely wiped out by the wrath of the divine tree in this war.

The Rock Race's star system was shattered by the branches of the Divine Tree. The massive rocky planet was torn apart by the purple power, and the fragments floated in the starry sky like shattered gems.

The jellyfish nebula was ignited by the purple flames of the divine tree. Those beautiful jellyfish-like creatures turned to ashes in the flames, and their songs dissipated in the starry sky, their melodious frequencies never to be heard again.

The star of the Crystal Clan was pierced by the branches of the Divine Tree, and the energy source on which the Crystal Life depended for survival was drained. After losing their energy, their crystal-clear bodies shattered into countless tiny fragments, shimmering with their last glimmer under the starlight.

The home of the Light Spirits was destroyed by the spiritual shockwave of the Divine Tree. Those life forms composed of pure energy dissipated in the impact, their light extinguished in the starry sky like falling meteors.

Dozens of races and hundreds of billions of lives were wiped out in this war.

Their galaxy was destroyed, their civilization was erased, and their existence was forgotten.

The same was true for the Colored Galaxy; most of the races were destroyed, leaving only the core Pandora race to survive.

Those races that submitted to the Divine Tree—the Rock Race, the Jellyfish Race, the Crystal Race, and the Light Spirit Race—whose branches in the Colored River System were also wiped out by human fire.

Their warships were pierced by cosmic death beams, their planets were ignited by stellar weapons, and their civilization was utterly vulnerable to the power of humanity.

Hundreds of billions of lives were lost in six months of war.

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

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

Only the Pandora race, only the Divine Tree and the Avatar warriors remained, huddled in the deepest part of the colorful galaxy, licking their wounds and gathering their strength.

Both sides are now rebuilding their strength for the final battle.

In the Milky Way, the remaining fleet is resting in the solar system.

Ten thousand Dapeng warships are docked in the spaceport, and the workers are repairing their battered hulls day and night.

Thirty thousand Wukong armors are parked at the military base, with damaged armor plates being replaced and depleted energy cores being recharged.

The sun has shrunk to forty times its original size, its light is dim, but it is still warm.

Human cities are being rebuilt from the ruins, and those who lost their homes in the war are settling down again.

Children study in schools, workers toil in factories, and scientists conduct research in laboratories.

Everything is recovering, everything is accumulating.

Deep within the colorful river system, the divine tree is also silently recovering its power.

The cracks in its trunk are slowly healing, and purple sap has begun to flow through the veins of the trunk again.

The purple light on its canopy, though faint, was no longer flickering but was now shining steadily.

New branches are growing from the trunk; though thin, they are resilient.

The Avatar warriors rebuild their home in the ruins of Aquamarine, repairing damaged buildings, burying their fallen comrades, and training young warriors.

Both sides knew that this was merely the calm before the storm.

When both sides have recovered their strength, the real decisive battle will begin.

Lin Feng hadn't expected the Pandora Tree to possess such terrifying power, and the First Commander hadn't anticipated that the tree, which had fled three years ago, had grown to this extent.

Lin Feng stood in front of the porthole in the command center, looking at the sun, which was forty times the size of the sun, his eyes filled with solemnity.

Three years ago, in the Pandora galaxy, the Tree of Gods was driven out of its territory by humans.

Three years ago, when it tore through the void and escaped, Lin Feng thought it was just a stray dog ​​and would never pose a threat to humans again.

But three years later, when the colorful galaxy appeared above the Milky Way, when the million branches of the divine tree were simultaneously swung, when the power of each branch surpassed that of a stellar weapon—

Lin Feng knew he was wrong.

Instead of weakening during its escape, the divine tree devoured countless unclaimed galaxies in parallel universes, becoming ten times more powerful than before.

First Commander Lao Zhou stood beside Lin Feng, equally silent.

The images of the past six months of war kept replaying in his mind—a million tree branches blocking out the sky, cosmic death beams colliding with purple light, his comrades sacrificing themselves before his eyes, and warships crashing in explosions.

"Three years ago, we let it escape."

Old Zhou's voice was hoarse and low, filled with deep self-reproach.

"If we had caught up with it then, if we had destroyed it while it was weakened—"

"Then there wouldn't be this war today."

Lin Feng shook his head, his voice calm yet firm.

There are no "ifs".

"We weren't capable of hunting it down three years ago, so there's no point in talking about it now."

"The important thing is that we can't let it get away again in the next decisive battle."

"Next time, we must completely eliminate it."

Old Zhou nodded heavily, his fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes.

"Yes, Mr. Lin."

Lin Feng personally organized a memorial service for the heroes.

The war is over, but the soldiers who sacrificed their lives in the war should not be forgotten.

Lin Feng issued an order—a hero memorial ceremony would be held throughout the entire solar system to commemorate those compatriots who sacrificed their lives in the six-month war.

All of humanity in the entire solar system participated.

The memorial ceremony was held in the largest square on Earth, where a newly built monument to the heroes stood in the center. The black monument was hundreds of meters high and densely covered with the names of the victims.

Billions of people bowed their heads in silence to mourn the lives lost.

Lin Feng stood in front of the monument, dressed in a black suit, his expression solemn.

Behind him were Lin Sibin, Shen Moran, Lin Guodong, Su Wenqing, the First Commander Lao Zhou, the Second Commander Lao Zhang, and all the generals and soldiers who survived the war.

"We have lost too much in the six months of war."

Lin Feng's deep, hoarse voice traveled through the communication channel throughout the entire solar system, to every human planet, and to the ears of every human being.

"Two-thirds of the colonies in the galaxy were reduced to ruins, dozens of subjugated races were utterly destroyed, and hundreds of millions of their own people perished in this war."

"The fall of every warship means the loss of hundreds of soldiers."

"The destruction of every armored vehicle means the breaking of a family."

"The loss of every life is an irreparable loss to human civilization."

Lin Feng's voice echoed in the square, echoed in the starry sky, and echoed in the hearts of everyone.

Billions of people wept at the same time. Families who lost loved ones in the war clung to each other and wept bitterly. Soldiers who survived on the battlefield shed silent tears. People waiting in the rear sobbed uncontrollably.

"But their sacrifice was not in vain."

Lin Feng's voice suddenly rose, filled with an unwavering determination.

"It is because of their sacrifice that human civilization did not fall in this war."

"It was because of their blood that the solar system was not destroyed by the divine tree."

"It is because of their lives that we have the opportunity to fight the final battle."

"Each of them is a hero of humanity."

"Each of them deserves to be remembered forever."

Lin Feng bowed deeply.

Behind him, billions of people bowed simultaneously.

In the square, white flowers, like snow, covered every inch of the ground.

In the starry sky, white candles were lit on every human planet, like countless stars, twinkling with a faint but firm light in the darkness.

After the memorial service, Lin Feng went directly into the system simulation space.

A pale white world unfolded before my eyes, boundless, empty, and desolate.

Lin Feng stood in the void, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

The six-month war was too tragic.

Hundreds of millions of compatriots perished, two-thirds of the colonies were reduced to ruins, and the sun shrank to forty times its original size.

If the next decisive battle is also evenly matched, human civilization may truly be completely destroyed.

This can't go on.

Next time, we must have overwhelming power.

He needs to develop even more powerful weapons, only in this way can the Pandora Tree be completely destroyed.

Lin Feng opened his eyes, a cold flame burning within them.

This weapon must surpass the Cosmic Death Beam, possessing not only extreme speed and penetrating power, but also, ideally, greater destructive force, capable of destroying more roots of the divine tree with a single strike.

The Cosmic Death Beam is powerful enough that three million beams can destroy one million branches of the Divine Tree simultaneously.

But the divine tree regenerates too quickly; it can grow a million branches every ten seconds.

The Cosmic Death Beam requires thirty seconds to charge.

The twenty-second time difference ensures that humanity can never truly overpower the divine tree.

If there were a weapon that could destroy more tree branches with a single shot—

Five million, ten million, or even more.

If there were a weapon that could make the divine tree's regeneration rate unable to keep up with its rate of destruction—

Then humans could break through the divine tree's defenses in the shortest time and directly attack the divine tree's body.

Lin Feng began his long research in the system simulation space.

His first analysis focused on the limitations of the cosmic death beam.

The core principle of the Cosmic Death Beam is resonance—making all energy particles vibrate at the exact same frequency, creating a resonance effect that amplifies the destructive power countless times.

However, the number of splits in a cosmic death beam is limited; a single beam can only split into a maximum of 100,000 thin beams.

Thirty death beam cannons can only produce a maximum of three million thin beams.

The branches of the divine tree can grow to more than one million.

Three million to one million seems like an advantage.

But the divine tree regenerates too quickly; after a million branches are destroyed, they can grow back in ten seconds.

The Death Beam requires thirty seconds to charge.

This means that during the 30-second charging cycle, humanity can only withstand the divine tree's attack for 10 seconds. In the remaining 20 seconds, the divine tree's branches can directly attack humanity's fleet and planet.

This is why humanity suffered such heavy losses in the six-month war.

Lin Feng needs a brand new weapon.

A weapon that surpasses even the cosmic death beam.

A weapon that does not rely solely on resonance, but incorporates more destructive principles.

He closed his eyes, and the core theories of the cosmic death beam, the time control theory of the space-time gate, and the space-time jump theory of space travel appeared in his mind.

Time, space, resonance —

What would happen if these three were combined?

A beam of light is accelerated in time, so fast that it exceeds the limits of time.

A beam of light is compressed in space, its energy density exceeding the limits of matter.

A beam of light, amplified through resonance, becomes so powerful that it surpasses everything else.

Such a beam of light can split into tens of millions of thin beams in an instant, each of which has the power to penetrate everything.

Such a beam of light could destroy all the branches of the divine tree before it could recover.

Such a beam of light can penetrate directly through the trunk of the divine tree, completely destroying its core.

Lin Feng's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

He began a frantic deduction.

In the system simulation space, he incorporated the theory of time acceleration into the design of the beam, allowing the beam to enter a time-accelerated state at the moment of emission, so that the speed of the beam exceeds the limit of the speed of light.

He incorporated the theory of space compression into the design of the beam, allowing the beam to continuously compress its own energy during flight, resulting in a geometric increase in the beam's destructive power.

He incorporated resonance theory into the design of the beam, making every energy particle in the beam vibrate at the exact same frequency, thus maximizing the beam's penetrating power.

One year, ten years, one hundred years, five hundred years.

In the system simulation space, Lin Feng spent long stretches of time.

He failed countless times and started over countless times.

Every failure brought him one step closer to success.

Each time he started over, he perfected his design.

He designed a completely new energy core that can simultaneously generate three forces: time, space, and resonance.

He designed a completely new launching device that could perfectly fuse the three forces into a single beam of light.

He designed a completely new aiming system that could precisely lock onto every branch and trunk of the sacred tree.

When a thousand years had passed in the system simulation space, Lin Feng finally completed the full design of this brand-new weapon.

He stood in the void, looking at the brand-new weapon design on the holographic projection, his eyes gleaming.

He named this weapon—

"Time-Space Death Ray".

The ultimate weapon that combines the powers of time acceleration, space compression, and resonant destruction.

With a single strike, it can split into tens of millions of beams of light, capable of destroying all the branches of the divine tree.

A single strike can pierce through the trunk of the divine tree and directly destroy its core.

A single strike can determine the outcome of a war.

Lin Feng exited the system simulation space and opened his eyes.

The laboratory lights were a bit glaring, but his eyes were brighter than the lights.

He stood up and strode towards the laboratory door.

An assistant was already waiting outside the door.

"Summon all experts from the technology alliance."

Lin Feng's voice was calm and firm.

"The design of the new weapon is complete."

"We need to manufacture it in the shortest possible time."

"The next decisive battle—"

"We must destroy the sacred tree once and for all."

"yes!"

The assistant's voice was loud and firm as he turned and ran off.

Lin Feng stood by the window in the corridor, looking at the starry sky outside.

The sun, forty times the size of the sun, radiated a warm light that illuminated the rebuilding homes, the repaired warships, and the training soldiers.

The six-month war was too tragic.

But humanity did not fall.

The sacrifices of the past six months are too many.

But heroes will not be forgotten.

Lin Feng's gaze pierced through the starry sky, looking towards the direction of the colorful river system and towards the location of the divine tree.

Next time, I won't let you get away again.

Next time, you won't get another chance to recover.

Next time, the final battle—

That is the end.