The end is coming, and the immortal cultivators from other worlds are coming through the void.
They think the earth is a lamb to be slaughtered.
Lu Chen looked at the purple crystal in his hand - Spirit Crystal. One gram of energy is equivalent to ten tons of TNT.
He didn't choose to go it alone.
He handed over the spiritual crystal to the state.
Three days later, Dongfeng Express was ready to go.
Seven days later, the spirit crystal energy conversion system was launched.
A month later, when the arrogant army of cultivators came to the city, what awaited them was not kneeling down but rows of missile silos locked on target.
"Welcome to experience," Lu Chen smiled into the communicator, "What is saturated feeding?"
But what Lu Chen didn't know was that the spiritual crystal was not an energy source, but a nail.
Cracks are not disasters, they are cracks in the door.
Behind the door is a being that is older than human history.
It's not a monster, it just forgot that it was ever a human being.
Lu Chen swallowed the spiritual crystal and planted himself into a tree.
A thousand years later, a girl without any spiritual crystal in her body walked into the depths of the annual ring to close the lonely door for all the lost civilizations.
"Live." - The last words of the eighty batches of civilization are weapons and answers.
