Chapter 471: The Door
However, upon seeing the subsequent rewards, everyone understood that the System was serious this time, because the reward for an excellent novel was actually as high as the reward for submitting a cultivation technique!
A well-crafted novel, capable of catching a certain individual's eye, could be exchanged for spirit materials worth tens of thousands of Contribution Points! And this was purely a bonus, not a copyright purchase fee!
The announcement for the novel collection mission was not only visible on the internal bulletin board of the Land of White, but the scope of the collection even extended to those who had migrated to the Moon.
"What's he trying to pull this time?"
"The rewards offered are exceptionally high, and it's specifically stated that the redeemed prizes can be mail-ordered to the Moon... I expect it will cause quite a stir among the people below."
Spirit materials worth ten thousand Contribution Points were a drop in the bucket for the prominent figures, not worth much attention. But in the eyes of ordinary people, this enormous sum was equivalent to most of their life's savings, making it impossible for them not to go wild.
"He doesn't want to sever the connection between Earth and the Moon, but why does he insist on forcing us into space?"
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After learning about this mission, publicly announced by the Land of White to the whole world, a myriad of questions plagued the nascent Human Federation rulers, leaving them completely bewildered.
Not long after the space colonization plan began, the major factions, after a period of discussion, concluded that in the space age, humanity would only have a bright future if they united.
Thus, they decided to temporarily abandon their deeply ingrained prejudices and jointly establish a new nation—the Human Federation.
Initially, many also nominated "Earth Federation" as the name, but since they no longer even controlled Earth, to call themselves the Earth Federation would be a blatant mockery. So, they reluctantly abandoned that suggestion.
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With less than a month left until the countdown ended, the bustling surface of Earth became significantly quieter. As vast numbers of citizens departed, cities that once glowed brightly in the night sky began to dim one after another when viewed from high above.
However, these cities, which had gradually fallen into darkness, soon regained their light. The immigration teams of the Land of White, arranged by the System, began moving in to take them over.
The white tide surged forth, and the trend of sweeping across the globe became unavoidable!
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Americas, Angus Town.
"Sister Wu Zhi, do we really have no choice but to leave?" Chris Ding, looking leisurely and languid, was chatting with a phantom image on her bracelet.
Just half a step away from entering the sixth-tier and becoming a legendary mage, she didn't need to worry about leaving Earth since she was far from the centers of power.
A VIP seat had already been prepared for her, so she could still enjoy her afternoon tea at her leisure.
"What else can you do? It's just that you're too weak; you don't even have the power to open the 'door'," the voice from the bracelet sounded frustrated, like someone disappointed in iron that couldn't be forged into steel.
"To put it into perspective, the minimum requirement to open the 'door' is the seventh-tier! I've only just gotten a glimpse of the path to a sixth-tier legendary mage. How could I possibly have seventh-tier output? Do you think everyone is like him?" Chris Ding retorted indignantly.
"That person... his cultivation speed is indeed too bizarre. Even in my former world, which produced countless geniuses and had complete inheritances, it would absolutely be impossible to normally advance to that level without four or five hundred years."
"Five hundred years..." This time, it was Chris Ding who gasped in astonishment. "It's only been twenty years now!"
"Because you've caught the best era," Wu Zhi interrupted her.
"From the start of the primal force explosion, the activity level of primal force will continuously decrease until it reaches a balance point. In my world, the primal force activity has long since reached equilibrium, but yours hasn't yet."
"In about thirty years, Earth's primal force activity level will drop to its equilibrium point. Only then will the true cultivation speed be reflected."
"A high-activity primal force environment not only gives birth to a large number of extremely precious materials but also greatly accelerates cultivation progress."
"Chris Ding, do you know that the full set of materials needed to prepare the potion you drink every day would be enough to buy a small planet with tens of millions of people in my world..."
Wu Zhi's voice carried a strong hint of envy. Unfortunately, she was only a remnant soul; no matter how many high-grade spirit materials Earth had, she could barely enjoy any of them.
"Pfft!" Upon hearing this, Chris Ding nearly spat out the black tea in her mouth.
"If... if I took all those materials in the backyard, I could buy Earth?!" She pointed to the storage room in the backyard, her finger trembling unconsciously.
"There would probably be quite a few people willing to trade, after all, these things are almost extinct in the surrounding star fields... and even if they exist, they are mostly highly degraded species, far less effective than the native ones."
"This is the first time in twenty years you've mentioned something like this."
Wu Zhi, burdened with an important mission, rarely spoke to Chris Ding about anything related to her homeworld. Most of the time, she simply guided her cultivation.
However, as Chris Ding grew stronger, there was less and less for her to advise on.
"Without a true comparison, you wouldn't have believed it even if I told you."
"I just hope you can meet the requirements to open the 'door' before I die," Wu Zhi changed the subject, making the atmosphere suddenly mournful.
Carrying such a vital mission, she was struggling internally.
"Old hag, how many more years do you have left?" Chris Ding put down her teacup and asked with a serious expression.
"What 'old hag'! I'm eternally seventeen..."
"Tell me the truth!" After twenty years of living together day in and day out, their relationship had grown incredibly deep. Especially since Chris Ding was an orphan, she had lacked familial affection since childhood and had long since come to regard Wu Zhi as her own family.
Initially, she had also suspected Wu Zhi of ulterior motives, but through their journey, Wu Zhi had never done anything to harm her. Instead, she had continuously guided her in her mage cultivation, and over time, Chris Ding had gradually let down her guard.
"About two hundred years."
"Phew... don't scare me, old hag! Two hundred years is such a long time." Chris Ding, who was only forty this year, still found it a bit difficult to grasp the time span of two hundred years.
"What exactly is behind the door? Why are you so obsessed with it?" She brought up the question again.
Over the past decade, Chris Ding had asked countless times, but Wu Zhi had never given a substantive answer, always evading the question. This time, she was determined to get an answer.
"Behind the door..." Wu Zhi hesitated, as if about to speak but holding back.
PS: Recommending a book, "Future Explorer," a very thoughtful book.
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