Chapter 50 Encountering Severe Turbulence

Sang Fuying froze in her tracks the moment she laid eyes on the battle craft.

The warships were magnificent, suspended entirely in the air and blotting out the sky. Beneath each battle craft was a beam of blue light; one merely had to step into the beam to be automatically lifted upward like an elevator. It was a level of high technology far surpassing anything seen in sci-fi movies.

As expected of an interstellar world, where battle crafts came in massive fleets—but were these truly things that just two people could pilot?

Inside the battle craft, Sang Fuying curiously...

Amidst their conversation, Skasa transformed back into his true form and motioned for Su Yang to jump onto the top of his head.

A cold sneer could not help but creep onto Leader Liu's face. Truth be told, he had been plotting to deal with this Li Guangcheng for a long time, but had simply never found a suitable opportunity. Now that such a golden opportunity had practically delivered itself to his doorstep, there was no way he would let it slip away.

After several rounds of calculation, Zhang Ye figured out the method by which the Mapuche people absorbed light energy. He then transmitted the knowledge to the Carter sisters via spiritual consciousness. Instantly, Zhang Ye and the other two began practicing the technique while slowly drawing closer to the star, just like the Mapuche.

The retinue behind them did not dare to delay. They immediately flicked their whips, urged their horses forward, and chased after him, leaving a flurry of galloping hoofbeats echoing through the streets.

That region remained plunged in chaos, deeply trapped in the Malthusian trap—where population grows geometrically while the means of subsistence grow only arithmetically. The surplus population must inevitably be eliminated in one way or another, and population cannot exceed the corresponding level of agricultural development.

The moment Lin Yuan uttered those words, Shen Feng's expression shifted drastically beside him, and he delivered a heavy slap straight across Lin Yuan's face.

Upon returning to the inner palace to pay respects to the Empress Dowager, she did not dismiss him immediately, but instead specifically asked him to stay for dinner. It seemed she had something she wished to discuss.

"Can you still move?" Lu Yun suppressed the urge to vomit a mouthful of blood and asked indifferently. The dark rain continued to lash against his face; although signs of demonic corruption had yet to appear, he was certain that it would not be long before he was devoured by those who had already been corrupted.

Within a mere few breaths, the true form of the dimensional fog was revealed—those two billowing masses of black vapor.

Kaneki stood frozen as he watched Senior Nishio go flying backward. Suddenly, resolve hardened within him, and he threw a punch at Tsukiyama's back. Yet, no matter how one looked at it, the blow was limp and powerless. Tsukiyama easily sidestepped it, even finding the leisure to critique Kaneki's form.

One must remember that the subsequent era would plunge into the turmoil of the Five Barbarians Stirring Up China. He hoped this matter might offer some assistance to the future, for by that time, he would have already departed this realm.

Seeing the antics of Qiushi and Ye Hang, Wang Cong could not help but recall a variety show he had watched in his past life called *The Longing Life*. At this moment, he felt just like Huang Lei on the show—his two teammates offered limited help, but at least they could accomplish something, whereas Qiushi and Ye Hang undoubtedly belonged to the category of making things worse the more they tried to help.

He then instructed the assistant nearby to issue a certificate verifying the value and authenticity of the gemstone, ensuring the appraiser's name was recorded for traceability so that Yang Yong's fifty thousand dollar donation to the gemstone academy was not spent in vain.

While waiting for the judgment, Feng Hao could not help but knit his brows, his vigilance rising from within. He could faintly sense a wisp of spiritual consciousness probing him in the shadows—elusive and ethereal, leaving no trace to follow.

However, this was of little consequence before Wutian, for the figure before him was a supreme powerhouse in his own right. While he had not reached the absolute pinnacle of the imperial path, he was not far off.

Only the Panhuang brothers took the initiative to launch a counterattack. Joining forces, their fists and kicks surged like thunder, gathering countless bursts of kinetic energy into overlapping phantom punches that completely surrounded Feng Hao.

Hearing this, Wang Cong felt a jolt of surprise. It seemed that, in some mysterious way, the historical momentum of world events still maintained its inertia. What Old Master Li described was remarkably similar to the legendary Long March of the Communist Party, albeit slightly shorter in distance.