Accompanying hundreds of years of developnt.
Countless tiny, drifting teorites in the universe, and everywhere, have been transford.
In this outer space, there are countless caves of Divinity Transformation Realm, Nascent Soul powerful cultivators.
The entire mortal world has been swept by a cultivation frenzy lasting hundreds of years, with the population having reached trillions—compared to the forty-billion population of great wizards, which is simply as rare as a precious giant beast.
The forty billion 'great wizards' on Earth have long been disregarded.
In a certain sense, the entire land and nearby planets are under Fu Qingjun's Demon Country's rule and are territories developed by his civilization.
In the vast universe, aboard a chanical spaceship.
A fifth-level wizard, Wollos, sat on the ship, "Atlantis, was once another version of us, from the future Earth, the true space-ti travelers who traversed the past and future."
"This is the glory that only God possesses," said another wizard nearby.
The original Earth was barbaric and backward, ruled by great wizards, only after their civilization revived did they show true strength.
"We'll soon be landing on Mars."
Wollos gazed at the rocky, dark red planet shrouded in dust storms, even this ruler of one hundred seventy-two subordinate Wizard Kingdoms and tens of billions of mortals, felt a bit excited.
"In ancient mythology, both Eastern and Western traditions have deed Mars a disaster star; in the Western tradition, it is associated with war and disaster, and corresponds to Ares in Greek mythology."
This fifth-level wizard lowered his head, looking at the distant dark red planet, "Hmph, the power of our witch tribe, exploring the truths of the universe, developing the strongest witchcraft."
As the trajectory moves, the closest distance between Mars and Earth is about 55 million kiloters, while the farthest distance exceeds 400 million kiloters.
The nearest ti period is called the window period, if setting out during this ti, traveling at constant sound speed to Mars would still take 6 years.
Despite accelerating, even human probes would have to far exceed sound speed duration of flight, yet would still require a long ti.
So, having stepped into the sixth realm, using space jump technology that has fully matured, they embarked on this still relatively long journey to Mars.
Previously, Fu Qingjun utilized the spatial abilities of an ancient ship, riding the Feathered Serpent God to traverse over.
"This ti, we must establish countless wizard territories here, defeat the neighboring barbarian beast kingdom, and the northern Immortal Dao Royal Court."
"Uh, what is that?"
Suddenly, in the vast universe, a wizard turned pale, seeing through the detector an ancient astral palace constructed on a gray teorite like a leaf.
"A palace, astral palace? Dharma Demon Sect?"
A fourth-level wizard breathed heavily, looking at the ancient cosmic characters above, saying in a frightened tone, "That's the architectural style in the fog, the enemy style of the world-shaking destruction battle over four hundred years ago."
"What? The mythic battle after the great flood four hundred years ago?"
Wollos's expression changed, holding the Wizard's Staff, full of confusion and doubt, "How could it be? Wasn't it already destroyed, the remnants of prehistoric gods and demons, how could they possibly still be alive here?"
Soon, they saw sothing even more terrifying.
On the teors were left traces of swords, spears, and sticks, as if a large piece of teorite had been shattered, leaving only remnants, drifting in the nearby universe.
And further away, one of the Martian moons, Phobos.
If Mars in Greek mythology is the disaster-bringing War God Ares, then Phobos is Ares' child, aning 'Fear' in Greek.
They indeed saw fear above, and on Phobos were a row of huge characters: Emperor Yan beheaded Divinity Transformation Great Perfection, Gongsun Daoist Monarch was here.
"Are we still going to land on Mars?" asked the fourth-level wizard.
"That's impossible!"
Wollos carefully examined the battle trajectories of these traces, shouting, "This seems like two terrifying Divinity Transformation Realm cultivators were fighting? Battling from afar on Mars to Phobos? And leaving traces here?"
The Divinity Transformation Realm cultivators, like , are fifth-level wizards, having reached Great Perfection could not possibly reach such an exaggerated level, this kind of terrifying destructive power.
"Even if they were giant-sized Divinity Transformation Realm, it would absolutely be impossible for them to have such destructive power."
Though Wollos said this, looking at the sand-covered planet, he nevertheless felt extrely uneasy.
"Still, let's start by recording all this and consider leaving." He took a deep breath, though reluctantly, conservatively deciding to abandon this trip, just as they were about to leave, the chanical spaceship alarm rapidly sounded.
"God! What's happening?"
"The instrunts are malfunctioning?"
"Quickly activate the Scarlet Statue puppet, initiate the spiritual protection shield, the Spiritual Pulse Cannon is charging...."
"Open all cosmic systems!"
...
Countless anxious voices rose within the spaceship, this represented the hundreds of years of research achievents of the wizard civilization on Earth.
"It's the fog!"
Soone roared, discovering the anomaly of the instruntation malfunction, "It's the fog from Mars, spreading to us."
"How could this be? Turn on the ventilation system, disperse the fog, quickly return to Earth!" Wollos exclaid, "Wait! There's no air in space, how can fog spread—"
It was as if he suddenly thought of sothing, and his throat tightened.
The fog...
Could it be...
He suddenly saw an extrely terrifying sight.
Mars was actually enveloped in endless fog, and in the thin Martian atmosphere above, nitrogen, argon, and carbon dioxide, under the shroud of fog, were drawn out, forming a gigantic fog face, staring at the spaceship in the sky.
This was a face of absolute beauty, like a gemstone glaze.
"Fog Demon God..."
Everyone on the spaceship stared at the gigantic face, mouths agape in shock.
Yet, they hadn't reacted.
In the cockpit, the nutrition capsule behind them made a cracking sound.
This was experintal equipnt made for great wizards, the latest apparatus for mass-producing wizard slaves.
In the terrified eyes of everyone, the capsule cracked, and the liquid inside spilled everywhere.
"This liquid, very interesting indeed, seems to not only cultivate living beings but also our own tribe." Sohow, a head was floating in mid-air, beneath it was a soft, hollowed skin plane.
Like a flat paper man, carrying a three-dinsional beauty's head,
evil, eerie, horrifying, full of morbidity,
"Technology, culture, faith, transcendence, it seems that the planet that once defeated us has proliferated to a certain extent."
"You, when?" Wollos blanked for a few seconds, "When did you use spiritual power to interfere with the equipnt and leap here."
"Just like this."
The monster flashed before them the next second, casually pinching the other's throat, using another hand to tap the face of this Divinity Transformation Realm wizard, "The cultivation realm isn't low, but the combat power is too weak, still primitive ape barbaric society, not even knowing how to use tools, and indeed...you don't have any tools, without us."
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