Black Star Central Laboratory.

Tens of thousands of scientists are gathered here.

They have no idea they've been completely misled by an insider from their own upper world, yet they are zealously researching the crystalline cell before them.

"Incredible, incredible! Where exactly did this material come from?"

"Perfect structural proportions, containing all material ratios within the cosmos, a super element periodic table!"

"This material possesses extraordinary characteristics!"

"Surpassing the nano-level of Demigod Mecha, it's our long-desired molecular machines. Under the super microscope, this cell is simply unbelievable, containing an innate micro nuclear fusion device, a mini space collider!"

"My God, it's simply art! The most beautiful art in the universe!"

"Isn't the essence of this material capable of hand-making nuclear fusion? Creating space collisions with a mere gesture?"

"No, is it possible that this material originally fell from the super miniature mecha of a supreme advanced civilization in the universe?"

"If so, such a level of structure goes beyond carbon-based life and can be called Divine Base structure, innately containing various powers."

...

In the eyes of their technology side, the True God's "Divine Base" structural formula is the most perfect structure, containing interference with all cosmic rules.

But this structure isn't impossible to synthesize!

If synthesis was achievable, their civilization would ascend to another level.

And to think they've had the idea to synthesize "molecular machines" very early on, but unfortunately, they've never been able to find the solution for material ratios.

There are sextillions of structural permutations needing to be explored, a process that might take millions or even tens of millions of years for a civilization to potentially find perfect proportionality!

Yet now, appearing directly before their eyes for research, they could bypass the proportional hierarchy.

They grew increasingly crazed.

With fervent eyes, they declared, "The ultimate life form of the universe... Divine Base life is about to appear."

And Li Qing was unaware.

In reality, a normal technological civilization seems to rapidly burst forth and quickly arrive, but halts at the Demigod level, beginning the study of the "Divine Base" formula proportions.

The former Apocalypse world experienced this — Demigod level appeared very swiftly, then stagnated!

This tedious process lasts millennia without end.

For a normal technological civilization, even if exceptionally fortunate, finding the perfectly optimized fusion material equation would require at least tens of millions of years.

Any Divine Level technological civilization starts with tens of millions of years.

Whereas Li Qing proceeded even faster.

They had to rely on external forces for exhaustive trials, attempting possibilities time and again.

The Martial Arts Civilization, however, grew faster, with life's evolution being the most incredible — a naturally fitting cosmic proportion emerged through self-gradual evolution.

This existence of life itself subtly aligned with celestial rules, a miracle of the world.

...

On the other side.

Within the cosmic void space fragments.

A dark, cigar-shaped cosmic spaceship continually voyaged, navigating various space fragments, shuttling through the endless ocean.

In the cockpit, a cute-looking little boy gazed distantly, "Have I arrived? The ruins of the pasture civilization's past."

Only he knew.

The civilization perhaps was not extinct, partially obliterated, ultimately finding freedom.

Becoming a nomadic civilization within subspace.

The entire civilization's obtained firsthand information had long been altered by him, the truth existing only within his mind.

Black Star Civilization deceived via top-secret online files.

How had he not deceived the civilization's upper echelon by the same means?

All information appeared first in his hands before being released, so wasn't it natural that some things were hidden?

"No one knows I exist."

"Even the advanced civilization that pasture-raised me doesn't know I exist, for I've never shown a trace, on the surface lies the Emperor, along with the twelve kings."

"Hmph!" He sneered coldly and disdainfully, "They likely foolishly think they've fully succeeded, unaware of my presence."

"Those damned traitors."

"Hopefully, the pasture civilization still exists, equally unfortunate lower civilizations being pasture-raised together as lambs; I need to seek help."

Indeed, he knew the danger in seeking them out?

But he had no choice.

He could only hope for help.

Rustle.

He finally arrived at a ruin.

Far away lay remnants of ruins, having endured countless years, where traces of various conflicts remained visible.

Explosive artillery, fragmented chaos.

Yet he opted not to approach recklessly, instead looking skyward:

"Hmph! So it's really like this, upper civilizations frightened them into sealing space exits, this civilization, called pasture, is truly terrifying."

"Otherwise, if they break free, the upper civilization outside might instantly be annihilated, given their extreme humiliation of being called pasture civilization, their hatred immense."

With exit sealed, the entire subspace civilization couldn't escape.

Entry became one-way, only from the real world could the subspace exit be opened.

"So this pasture civilization got trapped here."

"Over the years, they continually developed, attempting to find another exit within this chaotic maze, a breach by another upper civilization to escape."

"They even released this signal diffusion wave as bait."

This is incredibly dangerous indeed.

Risking falling into crocodile jaws, but being trapped for far too long, the entire civilization resolved to risk it.

Only regrettably, no one was nearby!

In the real universe, you can transmit signals over vast distances, detect their transmission even millions of light-years away.

But subspace, chaotic space fragments abound, prevent signal transmission over long distances; only within the local vicinity.

"So they've been waiting, hoping someone notices, for other civilizations to find them, their intention being to attack the upper civilization, to find an exit..."

"And our world has an exit, the upper civilization is pasture-raising us."

The little boy pondered continually, eyes scanning around, "There lies what they want, a chance to break free, to exact revenge!"

The enemy clearly wasn't here.

Despite the baiting, they couldn't remain at the bait location, surely hiding somewhere farther away.

"I too must hide, if possible, I want to quietly enter their civilization, probe the depths, discern good and evil, then act."

While the little boy continued musing.

A voice suddenly resonated in his ear, articulated in strange language yet transformed into a consciousness wave entering his mind, ice-cold:

"Little one, what are you hiding from? This land finally sees a new civilization appear, opening up subspace here... seems we finally can get out."

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