Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 705

Chapter 703 Zhoutian World Report No. 12

Under the dark night sky, three figures walked in the ruins. They bent down from time to time and gently stroked the edge of the building with their thumbs.

Luo Ying pushed open a collapsed building, revealing the tragic scene hidden underneath.

When the disaster struck, high-rise buildings were knocked down by the shock wave. The people in the buildings were unable to dodge and were crushed to death by the buildings, leaving no complete corpses.

More than two hundred years have passed, and the corpse has long turned into bones. The three people seemed to see the terrified expression of this person before his death hundreds of years ago through the bones.

“Alas–” The three sighed and recorded everything they saw.

“Report number 12 from the Zhoutian World: We are currently on an unknown planet, and no survivors have been found.”

“The Zhoutian World is a planetary world. According to preliminary investigations, there are hundreds of planetary civilizations, most of which do not yet possess space migration technology, while a few can.” “

The planets surrounding our current unknown planet show signs of mining, but no large-scale colonization has taken place. This unknown planet does not possess space migration technology.”

“A time velocity comparison: 500 years have passed in Jiuzhou, while 260 years have passed in the Zhoutian World (the time velocity test results are fuzzy, with a 10% error, for reference only).”

“This planet is suspected to have been destroyed, no survivors have been found, and the cause of destruction has not yet been determined.”

The recording paused. Luo Ying looked up at the shattered eaves and broken walls, vaguely catching a glimpse of the unknown planet’s former glory. “How tragic! This planet’s technological level seems to be similar to our Fengmo World.”

After comparing it with the coordinates and names of the worlds released only by Hou Tuhuang, the Zombie World was officially renamed Fengmo World.

“But it seems this planet doesn’t even have a unified language,” Luo Zhu said, pointing to a signpost lying on the street.

The signpost contained six languages.

“This means this planet has at least six nations.”

“More than six,” Ji Kongkong said, pointing to a map on the ground. The map had long since weathered, its original appearance obscured. She journeyed through time and saw the true map, which displayed dozens of nations, large and small.

The Luo Ying siblings and Ji Kongkong had all chosen to explore the Zhoutian World. The three of them had forged a friendship in the Wanyan World and worked well together.

They had already visited eleven planets in the Zhoutian World and were currently on the twelfth.

The three were the first candidates for Human Emperor to pass the Wanyan World’s trials. They had been exploring the myriad realms for a year, making them among the earliest explorers and quite experienced.

Over this time, they had witnessed prosperous worlds harbouring murderous intent, seemingly prosperous worlds that were actually crumbling, and worlds on the brink of destruction or already destroyed.

Their reputation was exceptional among the cultivators exploring the myriad realms. They could unravel many immortal conspiracies on their own, without having to seek assistance from the Nine Provinces. This was a rare achievement.

However, worlds on the brink of destruction or already destroyed were beyond their capabilities, so they could only report them to the Human Emperor Palace.

They’d seen many destroyed worlds and should have been unfazed. However, the demise of a world meant the meaninglessness of thousands of years of history, the deaths of billions and tens of billions of people. Therefore, when they arrived in a new world and saw the devastation, they couldn’t help but feel a wave of sadness.

“These are the marks left by weapons,” Luo Ying observed for a moment, confidently stating. This scene was all too familiar. He had witnessed ruins like this for ten years during the apocalypse.

“In the early stages of the apocalypse, the army launched a massive attack to exterminate the zombies. Many new weapons were deployed in the areas with the highest zombie concentrations. Our city, like that time, was ravaged by weapons.”

“But there are no zombies here. Who are their enemies?” Luo Zhu was puzzled.

“Fellow Daoist Kongkong, can you see anything?” Luo Ying asked. It was easiest to ask Ji Kongkong about this kind of thing.

“I see all kinds of weapons leaning towards this place. Are the ones launching them… from other countries’ armies?!”

Ji Kongkong watched missiles and other weapons land and explode in the city. Following the missile’s trajectory, she saw it was an intercontinental missile, launched by another country.

“No, it’s not just this city under attack; the entire world is at war!”

Tracing the missiles’ source, Ji Kongkong arrived above an ocean. Countless missiles and other weapons whizzed past her, traveling thousands of miles toward their target, striking the enemy. Countless civilians perished tragically, without even a chance to cry out.

Chaos, chaos reigned. Ji Kongkong couldn’t see who launched the first attack, provoking this conflict.

The three fled the city, rapidly traveling to other countries. The situation was similar: the land had been ravaged by weapons, leaving not a single intact building.

They also encountered many strange, distinctive structures, likely iconic landmarks of their respective nations. Sadly, the relentless bombardment destroyed everything.

“This planet is a purely technological civilization, with no trace of cultivation,” Luo Ying explained. He saw numerous skeletons, from people of all ages and nationalities, revealing that these individuals had not practiced cultivation.

“Without cultivation, mortal bodies cannot withstand artillery fire.”

“The technological world’s flaw is that it overemphasizes the power of its weapons, forgetting its own fragility, as if the strength of its weapons represents its own strength.”

“The technological world is like sitting on a powder keg. The more powerful the weapons, the higher the kegs pile up. When a spark appears and detonates the kegs, the entire civilization is engulfed in the fire.”

“Whether a civilization survives the fire or is utterly destroyed depends on its luck.”

As Jiuzhou continues to explore other worlds, a discipline called Wanjiexue has emerged, specializing in the study of the differences between worlds and the causes of these differences.

Some Wanjiexue scholars have proposed that a qualified civilization must possess the most basic ability to ensure survival: a balance between offense and defense. While developing offensive means, they should also develop matching defensive capabilities.

Individuals in the world of immortal cultivation can achieve this, but from the perspective of the world as a whole, few can do so.

This view has a certain appeal in Jiuzhou.

“Look at this! It looks like a dictionary.” Luo Zhu used magic to lift a heavy book. After two hundred years, the book was so fragile that it would break at the slightest touch, requiring magic to protect it.

To understand what happened on this planet, learning the language was crucial.

The three used their spiritual sense to scan the dictionary, analyzing the linguistic patterns, and quickly learned one of the six mainstream languages.

Attached to the back of the dictionary was a flat map of the planet, with the planet’s name marked at the top.

A map of Blue Star.

“It seems this planet is called Blue Star.”

Luo Ying lowered his head and wrote a sentence in his notebook.

“Report No. 12 of the Zhoutian World: Currently on Blue Star, no survivors have been found.”

(End of this chapter)