A Colossus rushes in at the start

Chapter 177 This Native Was Too Greedy

On a planet with a sky composed of a purple atmosphere, Lu Shang sat by the window, occasionally taking a sip of a liquid made from pale purple plant leaves in a cup.

As he drank, Lu Shang exclaimed, "I never expected this, I really never expected it. After being away from Earth for so many years, I still have the chance to drink a beverage similar to tea."

"This nostalgic taste, this refreshing feeling, what wonderful tea, truly wonderful tea. I must have the bee colony plant it on a large scale; we can't let this plant go extinct."

Although it is a liquid made from alien plants, apart from the different color, its taste and aroma are exactly the same as Earth's tea.

After drinking it, Lu Shang felt refreshed and invigorated, with a sweet and mellow taste, and a rich and fragrant aroma, leaving him wanting more.

However, this was only from his perspective. The psionic beings who watched him drink the pale purple tea were all utterly horrified.

"My God, that alien race drinks the nectar like it's water?!"

"Drinking so much fine wine and not getting drunk yet? That's incredible!"

"The person lying next to him... I think I recognize him. That's the legendary cultivator Jie Qianchou, known as the 'Immortal of Ten Thousand Cups of Wine.' He... he actually got drunk?!"

"My God, who is this alien from the Cloud Realm?"

These psionic beings of different races whispered amongst themselves.

At the table where Lu Shang was drinking tea, there was another psionic creature who had just challenged him to a "tea-drinking" contest. Now, he was drunk and unconscious, muttering things like "I didn't lose," "I can still drink," and "How could someone who can drink ten thousand cups without getting drunk lose?"

Lu Shang estimated that for these psionic beings, this purple tea was probably similar to strong liquor.

At this moment, among the onlookers, a Kanda man who resembled a giant ape squeezed out from the crowd. His burly figure and fierce appearance immediately caused the onlookers to hide in the distance.

"You're the alien who delivered the box to me?" Motian sized up the short creature in front of him.

"It's me, please sit."

Lu Shang gestured for the other person to sit down opposite him.

Mo Tian showed no politeness, casually tossing aside the Qiongjiang cultivator blocking his way, then sat down opposite Lu Shang and said, "What race are you from? I've traversed the Great Thousand Worlds for so many years and seen many races, but I've never seen anyone like you."

"What's projected onto that sphere you gave me?"

Lu Shang poured a glass of fine wine for the other party and then said, "Don't worry about that projection sphere. Those are just some pieces of knowledge. Once you learn to use them, you can greatly improve your ability to use spiritual energy."

"As for me... I come from a very far place, so you certainly couldn't have seen me before, and I will not allow any race in your vast world to have an appearance similar to mine."

Mo Tian took a sip of the nectar and immediately felt a spicy sensation spread from his throat throughout his body.

"Not allowed? With your mere level 37 spiritual power?" Mo Tian asked with a hint of disdain.

After taking a sip, Lu Shang said, "Whether you believe it or not is your business. I don't need to prove anything to you, because it's meaningless. Just like you don't need to prove to some blind people that you have spiritual power that has reached the 85th level."

Before Mo Tian could say anything more, Lu Shang casually pointed.

"Quiet."

Suddenly, Mo Tian could only open his mouth but couldn't speak. Even when he used his spiritual energy, he couldn't make a sound, as if a television set had its mute button pressed.

This change shocked him. After all, he was the most powerful psionic individual among the Kanda, a psionic being who had reached level 85.

His voice was directly controlled, rendering his powerful spiritual energy useless.

How could this not shock him?

Just as Mo Tian was about to get up, Lu Shang pressed down with his finger, and his entire body was directly immobilized in place by an unimaginably vast spiritual power, unable to move.

"Next, I'll talk and you listen," Lu Shang said.

"I made a bet with someone... well, the creator of your great world."

"I believe you can break free from the cage of this world, but it believes that even if you exhaust all means, you absolutely cannot, absolutely cannot, break free from this vast world."

"It doesn't really matter to me whether I win or lose this bet, because it's no loss for me, but for you, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"If you can break free from this world's prison, I will allow the various races of your vast world to live outside the prison like a normal civilization."

Lu Shang snapped his fingers, and Mo Tian was instantly freed from his restraints. He leaned on the table as if he had lost all his strength, looking at Lu Shang across from him as if he were a monster.

"Now you can speak," Lu Shang said.

Motian asked with astonishment and uncertainty, "What exactly are you? A true god of creation from beyond the Great Thousand Worlds? Or a demon from beyond the realms?"

Lu Shang said, "I am neither a god nor a demon, just an ordinary organic being, well, an organic being that is good at thinking, that's all."

The Sky Tower asked, "What do the beings of this vast world gain by helping you win the bet?"

Lu Shang asked curiously, "Isn't having the qualifications to survive outside the Great Thousand Worlds enough?"

"Do you find this appealing?" Skyscraper retorted with a sneer.

Using the countless lives of the world as stakes, such a grand gesture, yet all it grants is the right to survive outside the world. What's the point?

Lu Shang said, "I find it very appealing, after all, no one would risk their own life."

Mo Tian clearly sensed the underlying meaning in Lu Shang's question: "What do you mean by that?"

Lu Shang asked, "Do you think your creator only created your one great world? Where did all the other great worlds go in the end? Have you thought about that? Think again, what would your creator do if he was dissatisfied with the great world he created?"

"This..." Mo Tian fell silent, not daring to think any further.

Lu Shang said, "Extinction of races and destruction of civilizations—you may think these are just eight simple words, but I have witnessed them with my own eyes."

"The civilizations and races in those vast worlds, filled with despair and resentment, were forced to face destruction. Their lives vanished into the void like dreams and bubbles, leaving corpses everywhere. Sometimes, even the corpses didn't have a chance to remain."

"The matter that makes up your body now may be a small part of the body of some race from the past. Don't have any illusions about the creator of your great world, thinking that it is loving towards the races of this world. This is just a cowardly and pointless idea."

"When that day comes, your vast world will not be the first, nor will it be the last."

(End of this chapter)