All the heavens, starting as the ruler of the universe

Lin Yan stood in the central square of the transmigrator base.

The starry sea above slowly swirled, and on the center of the back of the colossal beast Xuanwu that had materialized, there was a flat piece of ground.

Three newly opened spatial rifts float in the very center.

These three rifts were created by him last night. They are connected to three new universes discovered in the chat group.

Their energy levels are not high; they are not beings that can destroy galaxies with a wave of their hand, nor are there anything that requires their personal intervention.

He opened the chat group.

"Three new universes have been connected, each with a low energy level and a transmigrator. Anyone want to go check them out?"

"I'll go." Ao Qing replied almost instantly. He remembered that he suffered a great loss in the world of Re:Zero -Starting Life in Another World-, and he was determined to regain his face in the new world.

"Count me in," Peter replied shortly after.

"There's one left? @You Lingfeng, are you going?" Kara didn't really care; she'd been traveling back and forth between the Flash universe and the Tiga universe lately.

"I won't go for now. I'm a bit busy here. I might need you to come and help me out in a while," You Lingfeng replied.

"Okay, if no one else is going, then I'll go." Kara has been making quite a stir in the Ultraman Tiga world lately; now the whole world knows that a female superhero has appeared in Japan.

"I'm still a bit lacking in ability, so I won't go this time," Zhang Jingyuan replied quietly.

Liu Ming and Xu Che also indicated that they would not participate for the time being.

Lin Yan looked at their replies without surprise.

He was well aware of the abilities of the people in the group.

Ao Qing is a dragon, Kara is a Supergirl, and Peter, in addition to being Spider-Man himself, also has the support of a symbiote.

Three people are more than enough to go to three low-energy universes.

The remaining people didn't go not out of cowardice, but because they were truly aware of their own limitations.

"Don't worry, I've been working on a new set of techniques recently."

The group chat was silent for a moment.

"It's not magic, nor is it a technique; it's an improvement at the level of the essence of life. After practicing it, your strength will increase much faster."

Lin Yan knew that the others might not understand what this technique meant to them, but they would know once they practiced it.

"I'll organize it and send it to you all; you can all learn from it."

"Anything that Brother Lin can bring out must be something extraordinary. Could it be something that can make you an immortal after you cultivate it?" Ao Qing was so hungry that his saliva was almost dripping.

"It's different. This technique won't directly increase your strength, but it will raise your life level," Lin Yan explained. "You'll understand after a while."

"Then I'll be right there." After sending this message, Ao Qing emerged from the spatial rift behind him.

As soon as Ao Qing emerged, he saw the three newly appeared spatial rifts. He turned to Lin Yan with a grin and asked, "Brother Lin, which of these three is the most fun?"

"Is it fun? This one on the left." Lin Yan pointed to the spatial rift on the far left.

"I'll go first." Ao Qing said goodbye and rushed towards the spatial rift on the left as fast as he could, because he saw that Kara was coming over as well.

Kara had just stepped out of the crevice when she saw a bluish shadow flash past the edge of her vision, and in the blink of an eye, the person was gone.

She paused for a moment, then turned to look at Lin Yan: "Why is he running?"

After passing through the spatial rift, Ao Qing opened his eyes and saw a vast ocean.

A salty, fishy sea breeze blew in, carrying the smells of engine oil and rust.

He stood on a seaside helipad, his feet on a gray-black concrete surface.

The sky was leaden gray, with slanting raindrops, and in the distance, the city silhouette was shrouded in rain.

Ao Qing took a deep breath.

It lacks spiritual energy.

However, the device inside his body was still operating, continuously supplying spiritual energy stored in the alternate dimension into his body.

He stood there, sorting out his thoughts.

The mission is to find the transmigrator. The energy level of this world is not high, which means that even if the transmigrator has some special abilities, they won't be that strong.

As for what happens after I find it, that depends on my mood.

People on the tarmac hurried past him.

Ground staff in overalls, officers with walkie-talkies, and technicians pushing carts.

Everyone was walking quickly, but their expressions were strange. It wasn't tension or fear, but a numbness from being used to this rhythm, with only muscle memory driving their bodies.

Ao Qing dispelled the invisibility spell on his body, and changed his long robe into a suit.

As Ao Qing took his steps, the rain in the sky gradually subsided until the wind calmed and the rain stopped.

Ao Qing put his hands in his pockets and started walking around in this place that looked like a military base.

The sentry on the watchtower, holding his rifle, looked over his head toward the sea.

The two soldiers standing guard at the gate were standing guard meticulously, but they were also surprised by the sudden clearing of the sky.

There were barbed wire fences, concrete roadblocks, and machine gun emplacements made of sandbags, with guards every three steps and sentries every five steps, but no one came up to question him, a man who was obviously a stranger.

Either the management of this base is completely rotten to the core.

Either the fighting here has lasted so long that everyone has come to believe that those who can stand here are either their own people or people who have nowhere else to go.

Shortly after the rain stopped, the rhythm on the tarmac suddenly changed in those few minutes.

The ground crew's pace was no longer the numb haste it had been before; a genuine tension had begun to creep in.

Some people started running, some shouted into walkie-talkies, and some pushed carts to the edge of the runway, where missiles were neatly stacked.

The searchlights on the watchtower lit up, their pale beams cutting through the fog and sweeping across the sea.

The alarm went off without warning.

It wasn't a sharp air raid siren; it was something lower and more penetrating, like the roar of some large machine before it starts up.

Ao Qing stopped and stood at the edge of the tarmac, looking towards the sea.

The lights in the hangar came on. Not ordinary lights, but those array-style high-intensity spotlights, row upon row, illuminating the entire hangar as if it were daytime.

Then he saw what was inside the hangar.

A mech.

It stands 88 meters tall, painted in steel blue, with a nuclear-powered turbine compartment on its chest.

The armor on the right arm was thicker than that on the left, and the area below the shoulder was covered with newly replaced alloy plates, the weld marks still fresh.

It was fixed on the translation track, surrounded by densely packed maintenance platforms and scaffolding, like a giant beast chained up.

Dangerous Gazer

Ao Qing's brow twitched. "Pacific Rim."

This time, he finally got to experience a world he knew.

Essentially, the movie Pacific Rim is based on Ultraman fighting monsters, except that Ultraman is replaced by giant mechs piloted by humans.

However, due to its outstanding special effects and good reputation, Ao Qing watched the movie on the recommendation of a friend before he traveled through time.

"It's quite interesting indeed." Ao Qing grinned.

In the distance, the Dangerous Gipsy was propelled toward the coastline by its tracks, its blue and white light stretching along the tracks, particularly dazzling against the newly cleared sky.