System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 667 - 306: "War has begun." (Thanks to Brother Warm Sun for the Silver Alliance!)
After a few small incidents.
Both parties became more familiar with each other.
Although it may sound a bit strange, conflict is actually the quickest way to get to know someone better. It’s like saying good morning and good night to a goddess every day doesn’t make you as familiar as having a direct argument with her.
...
"Let’s organize our thoughts."
"Assume you are a good person."
Chen Mang pondered for a moment, then looked at the old sect master of the "Poisonous Snake Sect": "You discovered a fragment of the Immortal Realm with a large number of resource mines, which you refer to as Spirit Stones. You want to accumulate these Spirit Stones for the talented younger generation to one day overthrow the rule of the Kasha Civilization, restoring the glory of the Cultivation Civilization."
"You even went so far as to specifically instruct Zhang Qiudao to erase memories, unwilling to use too much for the Poisonous Snake Sect."
"Sacrificing the small for the greater good."
"Is that right?"
"Mmm, mmm."
The old sect master’s head nodded like a pecking chicken: "That’s right."
"But have you ever considered that, even the Immortal Realm you speak of was obliterated by a single shot from the Kasha Civilization, what’s the point of your cultivation... obviously not on the same level."
"There must be some hope, I firmly believe a single spark can start a prairie fire."
"Very well, your spark is here now. Give me the resources in this fragment of the Immortal Realm, and I’ll help you destroy the Kasha Civilization..."
"What?"
"You don’t believe me? Doesn’t the Kasha Civilization have a garrison on your planet? I can destroy the entire garrison right now."
"No, no, no..." The old sect master suddenly changed his expression and spoke urgently: "We don’t dare. If those garrison troops are destroyed, we would be finished too. The Kasha Civilization army would wipe the Black Tortoise Star clean."
Following this.
The old sect master took a deep breath and looked at Chen Mang. After a pause, he continued: "Zhang Qiudao is a child I like very much. His choice to trust you means there is something trustworthy in you as well."
"I can give you the coordinates of this Immortal Realm fragment."
"And allow you to send people in to mine."
"But I just hope you can promise one thing: if you can indeed overthrow the Kasha Civilization in the future, could you transfer more people to the Black Tortoise Star? There are too few people on the Black Tortoise Star now."
"Of course."
Chen Mang showed slight surprise: "What made you change your mind suddenly?"
"It’s hard not to see it clearly."
The old sect master glanced at the abyss beside him, a trace of helplessness flashed in his cloudy eyes: "But let me say first, I only know the coordinates of one Immortal Realm fragment; I truly don’t know the others."
"That’s fine, one’s enough."
Chen Mang chuckled and waved his hand.
...
One hour later.
The sacrifice ritual was initiated.
At the back mountain of the "Poisonous Snake Sect," the old sect master took out large amounts of materials from the spatial bag and began to set up, and then sacrificed himself with the fridge to that Immortal Realm fragment.
It is worth mentioning.
Within the "Kasha Civilization Federation," the production excess of the higher-rank has tilted a bit excessively towards the lower-rank.
In the past, everyone used antique rings, the kind of high-status items.
Ever since cheap "spatial bags" were mass-produced and introduced to the cultivation world, few people purchase antique rings now, leaving many unemployed and switching careers.
Soon—
Chen Mang, with Biaozi and the others, walked into the nearby fridge, and when they came out again, they were already in the "Immortal Realm fragment."
"Is this the Immortal Realm fragment?"
"It’s too fragmented."
How to describe this place.
It’s roughly the size of ten football fields.
There is no sky, no sun, no clouds, but there is light.
One can clearly see the edges isolated by a dark, twisted presence. It’s a mysterious place, unknown in which corner of the universe, with numerous iron and copper mines on the ground.
Not long after, Biaozi came back quietly reporting: "Basically all level 7 mines."
"Level 7 mines?"
Chen Mang’s eyes lit up, the highest level mine he had ever mined in his life was level 7. A level 7 mine basically yields 10 billion units of resources, and there are seven or eight mines here, meaning there’s about 70 to 80 billion in total.
Not a lot.
After all, the gap for the Constant Star Train is too big, the "armor" level is not high enough, many seven-colored accessories haven’t reached level 200, let alone storing enough for a battle.
But it’s still a windfall, so why not take it.
"This was once the Immortal Realm."
The old sect master of the Poisonous Snake Sect standing by the side sighed with emotion: "In the days when Cultivation Civilization was at its peak, people ascended to the Immortal Realm from time to time, but now the times have changed, no magic spell can withstand a single blast."
"Times have changed."
"When the tides of time leave someone behind, it doesn’t send a notification. The only hope is for a day when the strongest from the five major sects and the three major families ascend to become immortals and lead the Cultivation Civilization to regain its glory."
Yet.
Beside the fridge, mining machines had already started streaming out, ready to begin extraction.
"This is a good place."
Chen Mang glanced around and instructed Old Pig: "Once the mining is done, send people to modify this place, turn it into a prison. Anyone that needs to be confined can be locked here, it’s a natural barrier."
"Sounds good."
...
This little incident ended just like that.
In fact, Chen Mang could sense that the old sect master of the Poisonous Snake Sect was just heavily burdened with many things and wanted to talk to vent. Normally, constrained by the identity of the sect master, he can’t say words that aren’t conducive to unity. Now, being weaker, he can speak his mind freely.
