I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early Chapter 1487 - 798: Multiple Stages of the Catastrophe (2)

"Any information issued by the [God] is false and cannot be trusted."

"Once converted to the [God], you will be regarded as a mortal enemy by the United Legion."

"The [Ethereal Spirit Network] will instantly know the location of the [God], and the Star Sky Port in the sky will rush to the disaster area and use [Pangu’s Hand] to execute it."

"The second phase is the stage after the complete fragntation of the Boundary."

"Without the protection of ’Boundary’, the invasion of Yin World’s laws, mind aberrations, monster breeding, and the severe deterioration of the living environnt."

"If we do nothing, this phase could arrive between 2-10 years. If we use space technology to repair the Boundary, we could delay the ti by at most a century."

This voice was deep and powerful, with no joy or sadness, narrated slowly: "The third phase is when Yin World completely collides with Pangu Continent."

"This phase will occur within ten years after the Boundary shatters."

"If no one corrects the orbit of the Yin World, Pangu Continent will be completely impacted. This phase is the final endga, and our only hope for survival is to seek refuge in the Northern Territory."

"But this is a last resort; the Northern Territory is rely a temporary reprieve. Pangu Continent is ho, and we must reclaim the Moon and repair the Boundary to correct the orbit of the Yin World!"

"May the world endure forever, and civilization be immortal!"

The auroras in the starry sky were splendid, like the immortal elegy of multiple epochs. All past civilizations had been defeated, blood had long since coagulated, the elegy forgotten, and not even the Thick Earth Civilization or Gear Civilization could change the outco; the dead were dead, and the fleeing were fleeing.

Could this epoch change the ending?

...

"I announce, Northern Territory, Planet Engine start!" Lu Yuan issued the command once more, his voice reverberating through the entire Ethereum Network, "The Northern Territory will provide a small amount of Ideal Gravity to correct the orbit of the Yin World."

The chieftain of the One-eyed Clan closed his eyes, recalling the last patch of sunset that fell three hours ago, then burst into laughter.

Pressed a button.

The defense engineering of the Northern Territory was only one-third complete, but fortunately, it had already reached the minimum start-up standards.

All civilizations in the Northern Territory were still working overti, frantically laboring.

As a world detached from Pangu Continent, theoretically, their position was the safest—though this safety wouldn’t last too long.

A low hum ca from afar, like the first breath of a giant beast awakening from the depths of the earth. The steel fra began to tremble slightly, and the fixed bolts emitted a sharp wail under imnse pressure. Ice crystals condensed on the surface of the cooling pipes fell quietly and turned into blue smoke upon touching the spout’s edge.

The snow around the base of the engine began to lt, revealing the frozen soil beneath. The inner walls of the spout glowed a dark red, like the mouth of a forthcoming eruptive volcano, with a unique sll of ozone and heated tal perating the air, while the surrounding searchlights twisted and distorted in the rising thermal waves.

The first ribbon of plasma fla burst from the base of the spout, the blue-white light flow writhing like a living creature. Subsequently, more light flows converged into beams, spiraling upward along the spout. Heat sinks installed around the base lit up rapidly, illuminating the surroundings as if it were broad daylight.

When the light column finally broke through the spout, the entire sky was dyed cobalt blue.

"Report, sir! The number of nuclear engines started is 1200, and the rest will be completed within the next fifty years!"

...

"The public dissemination of information can actually reduce much fear. Although our Mohican Civilization is only a third-level civilization, we’ve made considerable battle preparations! We have enough hydrogen bombs to go around!" The belief in the Ethereum Network grew ever stronger.

"Just give us ten more years, and we can beco a fourth-level civilization. Give us a hundred years, and we shall beco a fifth-level civilization!"

"Indeed, at the end of the era, we must continue to develop; this is a great opportunity for our Mohican Civilization!"

"Sir, you have great courage; although we’re already a fifth-level civilization, we cannot be surpassed by you. In another hundred years, we can beco a sixth-level civilization."

This intangible thought sohow influenced the World Will.

The entire Pangu Continent was in a state of flux, with clusters of clouds appearing out of nowhere, forming massive eyes that radiated anger and majesty.

In the ocean, auroras shone in the sky, waves spreading outwards, permafrost cracking, and fragnts of rocks floating into the air, turning into flying silhouettes in the light.

The World Will of this epoch indeed grew wiser, as long as the civilization it bore hadn’t been slaughtered en masse, its power was unprecedentedly strong.

...

But the civilization of the Eighth Epoch seed sowhat fragile.

The residual civilization of the Eighth Epoch, at least at a fifth-level, with a few civilizations reaching the sixth level due to technological disclosure.

But their people, upon seeing the scenery in the sky, instead went soul-lost, a deep fear creeping into their hearts.

Their condition was peculiar, clearly beyond conventional physiological states, it resembled more of a depression, with spirits slowly withering, and brains ceasing to think, as if life were no longer worth longing for.

This symptom was exceptionally strong and difficult to restrain.

Only a small number of Acquired Mythical level experts bit their tongues, barely staying awake.

"Damn it! Caught in the trap!"

"This is Soul Withering Disease! The whole city’s people are stricken with Withering Disease!"

Soul Withering Disease, a terrifying mind disease, historically rare and with unknown causes.

Those affected fall into a long-term daze, with brains unable to think, and souls slowly withering and dying.

The ti to die is lengthy, as short as ten years, and as long as over a hundred, known as an incurable disease in the Ideal Gravity Epoch.

"It’s bad, we might be the first target of the attack." These strongn looked at the teorite assault from the sky, stumbled towards the control room to activate the city’s defense system, "Call for support! Most of my city’s military capacity is paralyzed and under invasion!"

...

The Western Continent, being the weakest place of the World Will, had the largest number of teorites.

"Boom!" With a tremor of the earth, indistinct, unseen figures climbed out from each teorite crater.

They exchanged glances and dispersed in different directions.

The first wave of war was about to comnce!

...

At this mont, Lu Yuan was hurrying to the Central National Treasury of the "Era Fortress."

There was a turtle shell left by the [Demon Myth], perhaps crucial at this point.

Pangu Continent was vast, even if the [Greedy Demon God] could easily kill so minor [God] lackeys, it was impossible to manage everything, as this piece of land was 20 billion tis the size of Earth!

So it could only manipulate so critical nodes as much as possible.

"More information is more important!"

Shortly, his mind entered the "Central National Treasury," and as expected, that turtle shell was shimring.

Gently touching it, a hazy thought erged.

The "Pangu Brain" still bore the image of that Turtle Immortal, with no joy or sadness.

"Senior, what intel do you have?"

"[God] launched an attack; approximately 44,000 converts of the [God] have broken free from the Sealing and arrived on Pangu Continent."

"But the [God]’s true body is still on the Moon, needing enough Blood Sacrifice Energy to break free from the Moon’s Sealing... The descendants of the Thick Earth Civilization are indeed keeping an eye on you, investing great effort to buy you ti."

Lu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, but hearing this number made his heart skip a beat.

The number was just too terrifying.

What does 14,000 signify? The Greedy Demon God barely survived after killing one white-haired [God]!

Even 1,400 [Ghosts] represented unimaginable power, let alone 14,000 intelligent [Gods].

"Apart from that, there are over one hundred thousand converts of the [God]."

"These were past adherents, needing ample Blood Sacrifice Energy to free themselves from Sealing. Hence, it’s a protracted war."