496 Finale
Proceed to the place of the final battle, seek the ultimate portal.
Reward, Master of the Universe.
Hint: Find him as soon as possible, you're not the only player with such an opportunity, only the first to find him can complete the mission.
Having left the Secret Realm, Small Knife successfully reached the Seventh Realm, using enough Spiritual Objects, directly becoming Unrivaled Seventh Realm.
Distance to the objective, perhaps it's luck, isn't very far from here.
It might be that this place is inherently close to the core area, otherwise, there wouldn't be the existence of the Immortal Immortal Fruit in the Secret Realm.
Having acquired so many Starships, there is full-scale development and large purchases of wreckage.
Within his Personal Space, players and locals are enthusiastically busy.
Great construction, factories are established one after another.
Since acquiring the authority, Small Knife has gained quite a few techniques, robots are already in mass production, corresponding factories are sprouting like mushrooms after rain.
These decades, there hasn't been a lack of development.
Players are enthusiastic, their action power is extremely high, due to the reward, which turns out to be the Immortal Spirit Qi that can help breakthrough to the Sixth Realm.
They dream of it.
Those fortunate ones from the beginning, most have become Sixth Realm, demonstrating that Sixth Realm is incomparably powerful.
How could their enthusiasm be lacking?
Now, with these Starship assists and continuous trade flows.
Small Knife feels the opportunity is ripe.
He found a chance to leave. From another side of the Secret Realm, sticking on the Invisibility Talisman, along with the Starship's optical stealth system, he headed towards the starry sky.
Easily left the Secret Realm.
Soon, numerous small flying ships shot out from the Starship.
Exploring into the starry sky.
The first batch wasn't many, only ten thousand.
Serving as cannon fodder to pave the way, each one is of the lowest level, Metal Defense only of Eighth Realm, along with Energy Shield reaching Ninth Realm.
No Runes attached, because that's too labor-intensive.
And such mass-produced small battleships are not a big deal for Small Knife now, standard cannon fodder.
This ten thousand are just the vanguard, even if they're all lost, Small Knife doesn't care.
But for the Five Heavens Great World, dispatching ten thousand Eighth Realm? Possible, but if lost, it would be heartbreaking.
Therefore, Cultivators on the Outer Battlefield, route-seeking and treasure hunting is thrilling step by step, cautious in everything, taking long periods to yield results.
The starry sky is indeed terrifying.
In just a month, Small Knife's ten thousand micro battleships have all been lost, but the second and third batches have already been dispatched.
And the losses aren't without value.
On the Outer Battlefield, the path has been paved, millions of miles of safe route found, and not just one safe route.
If it were the Great Cultivation World, unless disregarding losses, it would take at least thousands or tens of thousands of years to achieve.
Now, not only no loss but also gain, because there are some floating wreckages in the starry sky.
Luck was good, there's a damaged Magical Treasure, Small Knife passed it through Personal Space, suspected to be Immortal Artifact Residue.
Here and Chaos are not entirely the same, in some places there's Qi of Chaos, in others not, but more are energy storms left by battles.
Untouched it's harmless, otherwise, hehe, some special environments, even Immortals would die.
According to the safe route, the Starship proceeded forward.
In the blink of an eye, several years passed, the small flying ships explored have exceeded a hundred thousand, the losses several times that.
Yet Small Knife only gains not loses.
Some Immortal Artifact fragments found are appraised and directly sold or collected.
The Immortal Spirit Artifact contained within is very popular, if there's a remnant Artifact Spirit, it's worth big money.
Thinking about bad luck, only obtained a thread of Immortal Artifact Residue, still nurturing in Personal Space.
It's considered bad luck because with so many fragments, the chance of producing an Artifact Spirit is below average.
Additionally, Small Knife spent a great sum to acquire a map of the Outer Battlefield, it's rudimentary, but after viewing it was found useless.
Because he has already delved too deep.
Yet under relentless pursuit, the distance to the objective grows ever closer.
Gradually, the dispatched battleships improved in quality, numbering over a million.
In a blink, several years passed.
Finally, finally arrived.
The flagship has been replaced with a more massive space fortress.
For this thing, Small Knife spent a decade.
Now finally within ten thousand miles of the mission's target.
Buzz, mission information updated.
Proceed to the place of the final battle, seek the ultimate portal.
Hint, this is your ancestor, who as a vanguard invaded this universe, but ultimately both sides suffered, more seriously lost contact with the main force behind.
This final mission points to the portal location.
Find the portal, open it, can contact the main force, conquer vast powers across countless universes.
You, as a descendant, returning is your honor, this universe will also serve as your trophy, private property.
...!
At this moment, Small Knife could only see the task details and finally understood the true form of the system — it was the advance team, a part of the main brain.
Most of the main body had already been destroyed in the flagship, with the remaining conceptual existence stuck in an interlayer of positive and negative space, drastically reducing its efficiency, able to execute only according to plan.
Moreover, developing natives into players to create visual chaos, in reality, only descendants could receive the final task and learn the truth.
As long as the task is completed, find the portal and open it, Small Knife could issue tasks and commands through the system to all world players, all players across this universe.
Having learned the truth, Small Knife was bewildered, realizing he was not from this world.
Indeed, he came from Water Blue Star, so who cares, the final task must be seen through.
These starships were sent into the Personal Space; with his cooperation, the main program had already been tampered with, leaving no worry for any problems.
Most importantly, it didn't matter if this body died.
The final stretches were close at hand for the starship, Small Knife hadn't expected it, spending years, countless small warship losses, even over a thousand starships.
Especially at the end, looking at the remnants of the mothership larger than a planet, if not for the utilization of Arrays and Cultivation techniques.
Due to this final Defense, there was actually an Array outside the mothership's remnants.
The Power of technology was ineffective.
Special thanks to the Great Divine Power Fruit, Small Knife indulged in various Great Divine Power Fruits.
Unexpectedly, these Great Divine Powers fused into one, transforming into Supreme Divine Techniques.
This allowed Small Knife to fight across realms; for example, Unrivaled Fifth Realm could annihilate Sixth Realm, something that existed only in legends of cultivation, long deemed impossible in reality, unless a special Magical Treasure was involved.
Digressing.
Finally arrived at the Core.
Following the coordinates, the gate was right in front of him.
Small Knife saw it was a Star Gate.
A complete Star Gate.
An elder sat cross-legged before the gate.
"You've arrived!" When Small Knife noticed, the other also opened his eyes to look over.
This startled Small Knife, the sensing of the other was directly the Void.
"Don't worry, young friend, I mean no harm."
Would you like to hear a story, the story of this universe.
Also, you can call me Hong.
The origin of the story, our Chaos Race, was attacked by a strange force called Earth; each of them possessed their own universe and mastered various Powers, especially adept at using technology as cannon fodder.
Racial war
After a severe defeat, my friend Pan and I fled to the depths of Chaos.
We were very lonely, Chaos was dangerous, we didn't dare flee far.
In the enemy's remnants we took, couldn't find any means to counter them.
Without the aid of our tribe, Pan forcibly opened a universe, enduring until his demise, I took care of his universe.
If we don't flee far, sooner or later, that force would discover us, although they wouldn't specifically target fugitives like us.
Thus, I devised a plan to cultivate a new race from that tribe's remnants, called the Human Race.
The origin is that place called Earth.
Sure enough, the advance team still found this universe.
Even though early preparations set traps, it was mere mutual destruction, forced to use my gravely injured Life to alter the rules of this universe, temporarily locking this gate.
We were powerless to move the universe.
If the gate was damaged, they would discover it.
Could only delay.
This mothership system was deliberately set free by me; this universe had no living enemies, the set rules had to rely on living beings.
And you are the most suitable.
Possessing Earth's origin, can be recognized by them, yet born from this universe, surviving through generations.
From now on, I entrust this universe to you, don't let it be devoured by Earth people's universe.
As Small Knife was about to speak.
The elder smiled bitterly, said, altering the universe's rules, I had already died long ago, this was my final obsession."
After speaking, the entire body dispersed into the Void.
Earth: Resistance disappeared, the system returned to the mothership's main brain.
Drop: Congratulations, you've completed the final task, you own your own universe.
This is something every Earth person possesses when they come of age.
(End of the book)
Aside, apologies, the writing fell apart towards the end, ashamed.
The epidemic arrived, wife was at home, causing much commotion, making it difficult for me, emotions severely affected, didn't want to say anything these days, not even want to speak up in the group.
Just wanting to be forgotten, forgotten by the world.
Nevertheless, couldn't stop the updates, could only force myself to write, mind full of Chaos, maintaining continuous updates.
Additionally having the symptoms now, still incessantly coughing,
The writing quality is evident.
Finally, the epidemic ended, don't need to stay home anymore, wife's back to work, adjusting my mood to launch anew for the New Year, hope everyone will still support me.
Used to staying indoors, poor at communication, didn't pay attention to writing later chapters, ashamed to face everyone in the group, hope the new book won't disappoint me nor let book friends who still support me down.
