Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

After she raised her hand, the moon's surface seemed to be stirred by a silent wind. The thick lunar dust covering the surface began to slowly recede from the center outwards, revealing the hard layer of material that had been buried for countless years.

As the dust was peeled away layer by layer, some regular outlines gradually came into view.

Those are the marks of the base.

Made of stone, cut and polished, arranged in a certain architectural layout.

They have been buried under lunar dust for countless years, their edges worn smooth by the impact of micrometeorites, and their surfaces covered with a dark, hard shell formed by long-term exposure to cosmic rays, but their shapes are still recognizable.

The round piers of the column bases, the stone slabs of the thresholds, and the edges of the steps.

Lin Mo stared at the gradually clearer outlines, slightly stunned, his eyes involuntarily widening slightly.

"Does this world also have a Moon Palace?"

If this palace truly existed, then the legend is not merely a product of imagination.

In that ancient era, some people did indeed see this palace with their own eyes, saw Chang'e living here, and saw the Jade Rabbit and the cassia tree.

Those details were recorded, passed down from generation to generation, becoming words on book pages, lines on murals, and stories children hear before bedtime.

Lin Mo looked at the gray-blue planet in the distance.

His gaze shifted back and forth between the planet and the lunar surface beneath his feet several times, a vague idea popping into his mind:

What is the relationship between the worlds he can currently travel through?

World One is an ancient martial arts world, the past; World Two is a heatwave apocalypse, like a flawed version of the future.

World Three is a cultivation world with the ruins of a celestial court and an ascension mechanism; it may be ancient.

World Four is a technological world with advanced artificial intelligence and a civilization that transcends interstellar distances; is it the future?

As he pondered this, he shook his head, rejecting the deduction that had just popped into his head.

If these worlds are branches of the same blue planet on different timelines, then there should be historical traces left behind, but the historical records don't match up at all.

Just as Lin Mo was standing on that empty lunar surface, his mind churning over these things, Chang'e, who was standing a few steps in front of him, suddenly stopped.

She raised her head, her gaze passing over the outline of the crater and looking towards a dark area in deep space.

Lin Mo almost instinctively followed her gaze. In the depths of the universe, in that region between stars where the distance cannot be measured by the naked eye, something seemed to be happening.

At first, it was just a blurry, very faint halo, like looking at a spreading nebula from a great distance.

But the shape of that light was off; it was moving, and the edges of its outline were so straight that it didn't seem like a natural phenomenon.

Chang'e's voice came from ahead:

"It's actually a sage's technique!"

Lin Mo's heart skipped a beat.

Before he could ask how a saint could be here, he hadn't even had a chance to ask.

The mainframe computer implanted in the base then sent him an urgent notification:

According to data captured by the base's remote sensor array, a shock wave with significant dimensional folding characteristics is traversing space and rapidly approaching the coordinates of Blue Star.

The propagation path and morphological structure of the shock wave conform to the classification characteristics of "Level 2" weapons in the Level 3 civilization standard arsenal.

It is a weapon that causes devastating damage by compressing the three-dimensional space of a target area into a two-dimensional plane.

The mainframe included a simulation of the shockwave's trajectory.

Lin Mo glanced at the simulation diagram and immediately connected it in his mind with the direction Chang'e had just been looking.

The direction, angle, and expected coverage area of ​​the beam are the same coordinates that Chang'e referred to as the "sage's strike".

"Are the Sage's Techniques and the Level 2 fragment detected by the Mainframe the same thing?"

"So the power of a level 2 weapon is actually equivalent to a saint's strike?"

However, this attack did not carry pure immortal power, but rather the law of compressing space?

They are essentially the same kind of thing.

The folding of dimensions and the disturbance of space caused by a sage's intervention are almost indistinguishable in terms of their manifestation.

The latter is driven by a will, while the former is more like a mechanical punch thrown on a pre-programmed path.

But the results in achieving the desired effect are about the same.

Having figured this out, Lin Mo directly contacted the mainframe:

"How long will it take for that attack to reach Earth?"

The mainframe responded quickly, accompanied by several data charts retrieved from the base's remote sensor array:

"Based on the current trajectory and speed, the propagation speed of the shock wave is about eight-tenths of the speed of light, and the estimated time window for it to reach the coordinates of Earth is about thirty-two days later."

Considering the slight deflection that may be caused by the star's gravitational field, the error will not exceed two days.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo quickly reviewed the timeline in his mind. Thirty days would be enough for him to complete the evacuation.

Evacuating most of the survivors from World Two within a week should be achievable.

The total population of World Two is not large. Even after many years of the apocalypse, the combined population of survivor camps in various locations is only tens of millions.

It is feasible to complete the relocation of the main population within half a month.

The remaining time is enough to move some important supplies to safe coordinates.

Lin Mo didn't linger any longer.

Back near the alien base, I found a suitable angle, then took out my sword and traced a circle around the contact surface between the base's perimeter and the rock formation.

Wherever the blade passed, the rock strata were neatly cut open, the cross-sections as smooth as if they had been laser-cut.

Then he put away his immortal sword, grabbed the entire base, and with a thought, the massive metal structure, along with the half of it embedded in the rock below, was completely stored in his space.

After doing all this, he turned around and looked at Chang'e:

"Let's go back."

Chang'e took one last look at the exposed lunar dust and the outline of the foundation in the distance, and nodded.

After returning to Earth, there was no delay.

The mastermind contacted all known survivor camps and independent factions in World Two as quickly as possible, conveying the message concisely.