Chapter 469: Distance
"How many spots are left on the Latin Alliance's 'Wizard Continent'?"
"What about the American Federation's spacecraft? Can they be expanded further?"
"Attention, Divine Path cultivators with divine kingdoms! Please report your divine kingdom's exact parameters as soon as possible. Do not worry about leaks; these data will be completely deleted once the plan is complete!"
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The national alliance, once formed solely to counter the Land of White—or more precisely, Bai Mo—had now transformed into the general command headquarters for the Human Migration Project, also known as the Heavenly Road Project.
At every moment, numerous meetings were convened, followed by a torrent of orders issued from this location, as the major nations, under immense external pressure, had temporarily entered a state of full cooperation.
Within five years, they were tasked with migrating nearly four billion people from Earth to the Moon, and simultaneously creating enough space on the Moon for these individuals to live securely—an unprecedented challenge.
All irrelevant production ceased, and everything had to make way for the emigration plan.
Each faction brought forth their deepest reserves, striving to evacuate everyone possible, understanding clearly that only with people could there be a future, and only then could nations and organizations truly grow.
Should the need arise to leave Earth, they could simply migrate several Wizard Towers wholesale, thereby easily taking the "Wizard Continent" with them. For high-level wizards, whose very existence was tied to their towers, relocating them was not a difficult task.
The Wizard Kings were also acutely aware that, in such a short timeframe, due to their lack of aerospace talent, even if the American Federation had selflessly unveiled its manned rocket technologies to the world, they certainly couldn't build enough rockets to carry everyone.
Thus, the few of them ultimately opened up the Wizard Continent, allowing it to accommodate not only their own descendants and disciples but also everyone else, transforming it into the new homeland for the entire Wizard Alliance.
They had already decided to change the name of their faction to the Wizard Alliance, so that once they departed Earth, the Latin Alliance would become a historical term.
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"I never thought we'd truly build the Heavenly Court!" Cheng Mu, his face slightly pale, gazed with shining eyes at the swathes of modern buildings behind him.
These artificial gods, who cultivated the Divine Path, after a round of discussions, each contributed a portion of their divine kingdom, merging them to create a sub-space similar to the Wizard Continent.
They then conferred upon all ordinary people preparing to enter the title of Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, temporary workers, granting them the right to temporarily reside in the Heavenly Court, with a future selection process for permanent positions.
This was the advantage of the Divine Path: granting power to others was easy, but true advancement was exceedingly difficult.
"First, recuperate from your injuries; there's still much to be done later," Liu Zhen, equally pale, advised from beside him.
A divine kingdom was a part of a god's body; severing a portion from it was akin to having a leg amputated, both causing significant damage to one's fundamental vitality.
Yet, for the sake of the nation, and also to gain genuine faith, they had still made this choice.
For a long time, these artificial gods of Huaxia had sustained themselves by buying "pseudo-faith" and praise with money. Over time, they gradually came to understand the significance of fervent belief for the growth of their own power.
However, the Huaxia Federation had always been an atheistic nation; while it might have faith in inanimate things like money and power, fostering fervent belief in anthropomorphic gods would be incredibly difficult, almost reaching the heavens.
Therefore, after much deliberation, they decided to seize this opportunity to try and cultivate their first batch of truly grateful and devoted followers... even if the cost meant it would take many years for them to fully recover.
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"Are you ready on your end?" an American Federation commander shouted into the walkie-talkie.
"Sector M-008 has been cleared, Colony Ship Number One is cleared for departure!" a voice came from the other end of the walkie-talkie a few seconds later.
It wasn't just the people on Earth who were striving desperately; humanity on the Moon was equally ceaselessly busy. They needed to construct living quarters one after another to accommodate the continuous influx of new immigrants.
The native Moon Dust Demons on the Moon had largely vanished after years of colonial warfare, but a small number of their members still remained, active in the desolate regions outside the major settlements.
This new race, still in its nascent stage and cultivating solely by instinct through spirit qi, was utterly routed when facing the superhuman humans armed with heavy weaponry.
Previously, humanity's total numbers were simply too few to control vast territories, which was why the stalemate had persisted. But now, things were different... billions of humans were about to land, bringing an end to the brief history of this unfortunate race.
Their misfortune stemmed from being too close to humanity.
Currently, it had been observed that nearly all the major planets and their moons within the solar system had suddenly shown traces of life in recent years, turning the once-solitary expanse of space into a bustling hub of activity.
In time, these new life forms might be able to venture into the cosmos and contend with humanity for control of the solar system, but all of this depended on them having sufficient time to develop.
Races on more distant planets might still have a good chance of enduring until that time, but the Moon Dust Demons possessed far too little time—so little that they hadn't even developed a proper civilization.
With Yamato as a cautionary example, no one dared to challenge the will of the Land of White or question that person's decisions anymore.
Just as no dinosaur would gaze up at the sky and question why a world-ending meteor had arrived, Bai Mo's decision, in the eyes of others, had likewise become an unavoidable natural disaster to be silently endured, rather than a man-made calamity.
Of course, even if Bai Mo hadn't proposed the five-year agreement, out of instinct, they would eventually choose to actively distance themselves from him; at most, the timeframe would have simply been stretched out longer.
For an inscrutable madman who also happened to possess the power to wipe out the entire world was simply too dangerous for those around him.
"We should maintain a sufficient distance from the sun."
After that day's tsunami receded and the five-year declaration was issued, Onmyoji Kuchiki returned to Yamato, preparing to organize the Yamato people willing to leave Earth alongside Yamamoto. As he did so, he remarked with emotion upon the layer of tsunami frozen into an ice sheet, still appearing to claw menacingly at the city.
Hidden in the shadows, he had witnessed the full extent of the battle through his Onmyoji arts—or rather, it couldn't be called a battle at all, but simply a one-sided annihilation.
The tsunami that had nearly submerged all of Yamato was merely a residual ripple from that individual's full exertion of their presence... Every time he recalled this, he would inwardly rejoice at the choice he had made back then.
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