Daqian's farmland was dying, and the mechanical wasteland was spreading. Pei Jiuyue touched the hot star core in his heart, and finally remembered the drawing that the old craftsman drew with blood on the palm of his hand before he died - it was the core structure of the ancient starship "Xuanjia".
"Did you know earlier?" He asked in a low voice towards the old craftsman's grave.
The wind blew the metal debris, and the bells of the Mechanicus were heard in the distance. They wanted to take his star core to "sacrifice to the sky" on the full moon night.
But when he stood on the top of the scrap iron mountain, letting the star track lines crawl all over his body, and listening to the crisp sound of the bones and internal organs being reconstructed by metal, he suddenly smiled.
Those idiots who said he would be eroded by the star core and turned into a monster had no idea that the so-called "Xuanjia bloodline" was never controlled by the star core, but...
"Is the mechanical way of heaven going to annihilate civilization?" He looked in the direction of the restricted area of the divine religion, and a metal blade popped out from his fingertips, "Then I will dismantle this way of heaven."
