CHAPTER 1117: CHAPTER 660: MEETING AN OLD FRIEND IN A FOREIGN LAND

It seemed to notice humans’ wariness and confusion, Cang Min drew a big pie once again: [Our ancient race is figuring out how to accept the heritage from the Third Epoch.]

[If the space tunnel can be completely controlled by us, sending several cities through it would be a breeze.]

[One of the subjects of this Buzhou Grand Festival is the redevelopment of space tunnels. Why leave by crossing the sea?]

Lu Yuan asked again, "We are just a low-level civilization, far behind from a Level 5 civilization. How do we develop this so-called ’space tunnel’?"

Cang Min laughed heartily, his eyes deep with meaning as he said, [There will be a way.]

This Ruins of Buzhou are shockingly massive, complete with mountains, seas, lakes, and rivers.

A large number of meteors floating in the air record the fierce wars that once took place.

Like the eyeballs secretly using the Myth of {Monster}, one can see those spider-web-like cracks, floating in another dimension, seemingly leading far into the infinite distance... Such strange fissures only appear in great numbers in the Ruins of Buzhou.

Lu Yuan even saw the so-called "Void Race," they looked like clusters of black mist, redeveloping these tunnels—obviously, this redevelopment was very difficult, a member of the "Void Race" could widen about a kilometer a day.

This speed is still obviously too slow for the size of the Pangu Continent.

"There exists such a race in the world... It would be great if my Qiankun World could produce such a species!"

Cang Min was not lying, Ruins of Buzhou is indeed a land of Great Luck.

Water flows toward lower places, humans ascend to higher grounds.

Areas with low "Luck," can be transported to places with high "Luck."

The opposite does not hold true.

The strength of the [Heavenly Court Myth] lies in its ability to temporarily change the luck of a region.

Thus, using space tunnels, achieve massive scale teleportation.

"The Emperor, the title decree, truly lives up to its name. If I give you luck, then you have luck." With this layer of understanding, Lu Yuan’s eyes brightened slightly.

The wisdom of ancients should not be underestimated. He has been studying the Immortal Palace for so long, and only today did he discover this level of relation.

The teleportation of the Immortal Palace not only possesses superb spatial rules but also harnesses the power of "Luck."

...

It took half a month before the Qinglian Spaceship reached its final destination.

Buzhou Mountain, according to ancient legends, evolved from the backbone of Pangu.

However, with the change of epochs, everything is worn down, here, it’s just a slightly elevated plateau with an altitude of 3000 meters.

A large number of civilizations gathered nearby, with hundreds of different architectural styles just by appearance: there are perfect isosceles triangle buildings of pyramid shape; palace-shaped buildings with length-to-width ratio, column height and column diameter ratio, even spacing of decoration lines strictly following the golden ratio; and modern deconstructivist buildings covered with green plants but constructed of reinforced concrete.

So many civilizations, gathered together through space transmission, these ancient races have been preparing for the Buzhou Grand Festival for a long time.

"I wonder how strong the most powerful civilization of this epoch is... Did they come here?"

Humans have diverse encounters, deep heritage, but Lu Yuan doesn’t think humans are the strongest civilization.

Because those naturally interstellar civilizations, Second Generation Civilizations, have developed thousands of years early, they surely hold some aces.

Especially the Second Generation Civilizations, those who could escape to another world must have been Level 5 Civilizations, leaving behind just a small amount of heritage can benefit future generations endlessly.

A soft rumble resounded as the Qinglian Spaceship slowly touched down.

Cang Min suddenly received some command, glanced at them: [The opening of the Buzhou Grand Festival still requires a year. You can freely communicate here, accommodations need to be self-constructed, and land can also be freely divided.]

[The city ahead has an arena built by our race.]

[I have other matters to attend to, excuse me for not accompanying you.]

This dragon-headed humanoid creature tossed over a communicator and strode quickly towards the distance—only to see on the horizon a faint silhouette, appearing as if a mirage, hazy, probably the Small World owned by the ancient races.

Lu Yuan withdrew his gaze, looking at the city before him, roughly the scale of a small city with only a population of 100,000.

Puzzled in his heart, there’s not even a place to stay, is manpower so scarce?

"We will notify the rear, launch a spaceship over, and construct some basic facilities."

"Then... let’s roam freely."

One of the power armors kept transforming, quickly becoming a floating small spaceship, loading Lu Yuan and his group in.

The number of civilizations here is not many, but distributed over such a large piece of land, it seems sparsely populated.

Along the way, there were no chirping birds and fragrant flowers, no flying birds and beasts, only a vast grassland, not even insects.

In the Third Epoch, a shocking war took place here; mindful remnants still linger to this day, so no animals are willing to reside permanently in the Ruins of Buzhou.

Along the way, Lu Yuan also saw a trading market composed of several low-level civilizations, possibly cities of only Level 1 or Level 2 civilizations, the trade goods were nothing special, such as minerals, plants, and the like.

To gather information, the diplomatic team casually bought some small items, spending 1 Spirit Essence, and started a conversation quite familiarly.

"Heh, who knows what these ancient races want to do?" a creature with a fish-like head spit, "bringing us here, we can’t even leave."