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

As Lin Feng and his group continued their plundering, they finally obtained 999 portions of the cosmic origin. The entire solar system was immersed in an unprecedented tension and anticipation.

The sun has expanded to five thousand times its original size, its golden light illuminating every corner of the universe, becoming the most dazzling presence in the starry sky.

On the outer edge of the solar system, ten thousand death shockwave cannons are neatly arrayed on the defensive platform, their deep black muzzles resembling countless eyes of death in the starry sky.

In the spaceport, one million Death Ships were neatly moored, their silver hulls gleaming brightly in the sunlight. In the military base, three million Death Armor suits stood ready for deployment, these black steel giants standing silently.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine portions of the universe's essence are quietly integrated into the core of the spacetime gate and the spatial jump. Each portion of essence is like a heart, beating invisibly, radiating the power of the universe's most fundamental laws. Ninety-nine portions, nine hundred and ninety-nine portions—just one more, just one more to reach one thousand.

Lin Feng has already found the secret of the origin of the universe in the system simulation space. He has a guess that as long as he obtains a thousand copies of the origin of the universe, he will be able to understand what the origin of the universe is, and even have a way to research and develop the technology to create the origin of the universe. At that time, he will be able to master the true origin of the universe.

In the pale, simulated space of the system, Lin Feng stood in the void, before him a scene of nine hundred and ninety-nine cosmic origins resonating continuously during the fusion of the spacetime gate and spatial jumps. Those invisible ripples spread through the void, circle after circle, layer after layer, each ripple carrying the secrets of the deepest level of the universe.

The resonance frequency of the 999 original sources has reached a critical point. Lin Feng can clearly feel that when the thousandth original source joins, all the original sources will resonate like never before. That resonance will penetrate the barriers of the spacetime gate and spatial jumps, directly connecting to the source of the universe's origin. At that time, he will be able to see the true face of the universe's origin, understand its composition and principles, and find the method to create the universe's origin.

One thousand copies. Human civilization only needs to acquire one more copy of the Origin of the Universe to master its power. Just one copy, only one more.

"President Lin, we have discovered the enemy. Countless enemies are heading towards our solar system."

Just as Lin Feng was immersed in his research on the origin of the universe, the laboratory door was suddenly pushed open. The assistant stood in the doorway, his face ashen, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and his breathing so rapid he could barely speak a coherent sentence. His eyes were filled with fear, not the fear of a battlefield, but the fear of facing some incomprehensible being.

The assistant burst into Lin Feng's room and uttered these words in a hoarse voice. His voice trembled, and every word seemed to be uttered with all his might.

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng immediately went to the command post.

His steps were quick and firm as he walked through the long corridor and ascended to the top platform of the command center. When he saw the scene on the holographic projection, his pupils contracted sharply, and his breath almost stopped for a moment.

He saw the enemy, an endless array of enemies.

On the holographic projection, countless enemies were constantly emerging in the outer reaches of the solar system. Space was torn apart time and again, the edges of the cracks flashing with various colors of light—blood red, purple, blue, green, and gold. From each crack, countless warships and warriors poured out, filling every inch of space in the outer reaches of the solar system like a tide.

There were so many enemies that the dots on the holographic projection had merged into one, so many that the counters on the detection equipment could no longer display accurate numbers, and so many that human defense platforms were simply unable to lock onto all the targets.

He also discovered that the enemy's vanguard was their 12th Expeditionary Force.

At the forefront of the enemy formation, ten thousand silver-white death warships stood in neat rows, their hulls bearing the insignia of the Twelfth Expeditionary Force. One hundred thousand black Death Grim Reaper armors unfolded in front of the warships, each armor plate embedded with a miniature death shockwave emitter on its chest, a deep black light flowing across its surface.

That was the Twelfth Expeditionary Force. Those human compatriots who had been controlled, those comrades who had disappeared a year ago, reappeared half a year ago, and then disappeared again, now stood at the forefront of the enemy, becoming the vanguard in the attack on the solar system.

As for those behind him, they were all civilizations that had been destroyed by them. At this moment, countless enemies had occupied the entire solar system.

Behind the Twelfth Expeditionary Force lay an endless array of enemies—races that had once been conquered by human civilization and perished in the galaxies, civilizations that had turned to ashes in the shockwaves of death, and beings that had been completely wiped out in the course of conquest.

The Avatar warriors of the colorful galaxy rode Ikarans, their purple light shimmering in the starry sky. The Blood Demon civilization's red warships moved slowly through the enemy ranks, their crimson light like boiling blood. Those races devoured by the Divine Tree, those civilizations destroyed by the Blood Demon civilization, those lives vanished from the galaxies conquered by humanity—all were there, all resurrected.

Hundreds of millions of warships and billions of soldiers, overwhelming and obscuring the stars and the moon, completely surrounded the solar system. From the outer reaches of the solar system to the depths of the universe, the enemy's presence and radiance were everywhere.

"What's going on?"

Lin Feng was also chilled to the bone when he saw this scene. Why had all the enemies they had destroyed been resurrected and come to the solar system? Were they planning to destroy them?

His voice echoed in the command center, filled with undisguised shock. From Earth to the solar system, from the solar system to the Milky Way galaxy, from the Milky Way galaxy to parallel universes, Lin Feng had seen countless enemies and experienced countless wars, but he had never witnessed such a terrifying sight.

The destroyed civilizations have been resurrected. The annihilated enemies have returned. Those beings that turned to ashes in the shockwaves of death, those lives that were completely wiped out in the process of conquest, now all stand outside the solar system, densely packed and endless.

Is this revenge? Is it the revenge of those dead civilizations against human civilization? If so, what is the power controlling them? Is that power so great that it can resurrect the dead, bring back destroyed civilizations, and allow countless once-vanished races to gather at the same time and place?

That power was countless times stronger than the Divine Tree, countless times stronger than the Blood Demon Civilization, and even stronger than the will of the universe. It was a power that transcended the origin of the universe, a power that transcended the power of time and space, a power that transcended life and death, existence and annihilation.

The command center was deathly silent. Everyone stared at the endless enemy projected on the holographic screen, their faces etched with despair. One million death ships, three million Death Grim Reaper armors, ten thousand Death Shockwave Cannons—these forces that had once allowed human civilization to roam the universe seemed so insignificant before the endless enemy.

Lin Feng slowly clenched his fist, his nails digging deep into his palm. He forced himself to calm down, forced himself to think, forced himself to find a way to cope.

One thousand portions of the cosmic origin, only one short. If we could obtain that one portion, if we could master the power of the cosmic origin, if we could create an infinite array of Heavenly Emperor weapons—perhaps there would still be a chance. Perhaps there would still be a chance to withstand these endless enemies, perhaps there would still be a chance to protect the solar system, perhaps there would still be a chance for human civilization to continue to exist.

"Pass down the order." Lin Feng's voice echoed in the command center, hoarse but firm. "All troops, enter maximum combat readiness. All defensive platforms, all warships, all armored vehicles, activate them all. At all costs, stop the enemy's attack."

"I need time. Just a little time. If I can obtain another copy of the Origin of the Universe, if I can complete my research on the Origin of the Universe—maybe there's still a chance. Maybe we can still win."

"Yes!" Everyone answered in unison, their voices filled with final resolve.

On the outer edge of the solar system, ten thousand death shockwave cannons simultaneously lit up with a deep black light. One million death warships arrayed themselves in the starry sky, their silver hulls gleaming with final glory under the enemy's light. Three million Death Grim Reaper armors deployed in front of the warships, black steel giants standing silently, awaiting the final battle.

In the starry sky, an endless array of enemies are closing in. The Twelfth Expeditionary Force is at the forefront, behind them lie countless civilizations once destroyed by humankind. Their eyes hold no light, no will, no soul. They are merely puppets controlled by some force, tools used by some hidden being to destroy human civilization.

Lin Feng stood in front of the porthole in the command center, looking at the starry sky filled with the enemy, his eyes burning with the last hope.

A thousand portions of the cosmic origin. If only one more could be obtained. If only a little more time could be given, perhaps human civilization would still have a chance, perhaps the solar system could still be preserved, perhaps the brothers of the Twelfth Expeditionary Force could still be rescued.

Before that, human warriors will buy him time with their lives. Before that, human fleets will hold off endless enemies with their flesh and blood. Before that, human civilization will fight to the very last moment.

Lin Feng turned around and strode towards the laboratory. In the system simulation space, a final hope awaited him.