Chapter 389 Krosel's Astonishment (6200, First Update, Seeking Monthly Tickets~)

Under the guidance of the Tarin, the construction of spaceships and psionic radar was best left to artisans and craftsmen who could hand-craft extraordinary magical treasures and create rocket engines with their bare hands.

Su Zhou, specializing in individual combat strength, didn't need to know how spaceships and radar came to be. As the combat force, he only needed to wait for the attack.

Therefore, after ending his communication with Kotaren, Su Zhou's task was complete. The next step was the technical demonstration time for advanced manufacturing system transcendents from various countries around the world.

"After dealing with these aliens, I should set off to the place warned by the Crimson Firmament Sword and the Setting Sun Bow."

Leaving the special zone in southern Australia used to isolate the Tarin, Su Zhou slowly flew into the sky.

He stared at the earth beneath his feet, his altitude rising rapidly, turning buildings and vehicles into specks smaller than ants: "There are human tribes suffering there. Even putting aside the feelings of mutual assistance between people of the same race, as another branch left by the immortals, they may possess techniques and inheritances that we do not."

The Crimson Firmament Sword had previously warned that the world where another human tribe was located had been identified.

According to records in ancient books, this world was called the 'Qingqiu World' in some eras.

This was a vast otherworld, completely different from the Kunlun Secret Realm and the Tianchi World.

Currently, according to the detection of Zheng Country, the size of the Qingqiu World is at least larger than a solar system, with stars and many planets inside, forming a complete planetary system.

The space-time gate directly connects to a lifeless, barren planet similar to Mars in this planetary system, but the area where the human tribe in need of rescue lives is a life-sustaining planet in that solar system.

Because of this, the Zheng Country Aerospace Administration was launching sounding rockets in the Qingqiu World, intending to determine the internal conditions of the planetary system and find the orbital position of the life-sustaining planet, so that personnel could be sent to rescue them.

However, these were all original plans. If Zheng Country could manufacture normal spaceships under the guidance of the Tarin and transform the experimental spacecraft, sending personnel would be much more convenient.

At this moment, Su Zhou had risen to an altitude of over 70,000 meters. Looking down from here, he could clearly see the entire southern Australia, as well as the typhoons and dark clouds sweeping in from New Zealand.

At this altitude, even typhoons and vortex clouds large enough to cover an entire sea area were things that could be looked down upon—and this was one of the benefits of being a transcendent, having countless new perspectives to observe the world.

"Jiu Ming, Black and Musha, they are there now, preparing for the spaceship engine recovery mission..."

Looking at a certain sea surface beyond the horizon, Su Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly.

He usually didn't pay much attention to the daily activities of his acquaintances and friends, at most liking their posts when they succeeded and encouraging them when they failed. Because everyone had their own lives, and interfering recklessly was, in a sense, interfering with their right to choose freely.

Of course, this didn't mean he wouldn't help—as long as a friend asked for help, he would lend a hand.

Therefore, Su Zhou always just hoped that his friends would live everything smoothly and live the lives they wanted.

As for himself?

Every day that Su Zhou lived was the life he wanted.

But...

"Yala, still asleep?"

Projecting his thoughts into his personal space, onto the snake spirit he had placed in a small nest on the Tree of Wisdom. The Tree of Wisdom and the crimson snake were sleeping together, with steady spiritual energy fluctuations coming from them.

Ever since encountering the 'Harbinger' in the Ice Coagulation Void and showing her true form to communicate with it, Yala had been sleeping.

Su Zhou carefully watched the Tree of Wisdom and Yala, then sighed softly, before turning into a streak of light in the high sky and disappearing into the horizon.

"A bit... lonely."

All the matters concerning aliens were major events for all of humanity.

Although Su Zhou and Zheng Country shone brightly in dealing with the Tarin-related incidents, if it weren't for Mr. Raphael of the Europa Union, as well as the leading and transcendent-level cultivators from many other forces, the human side would never have been able to rescue most of the Tarin from the self-destructing spaceship.

And this was even more so in terms of spaceship manufacturing. Facing the interstellar engineering technology shared by the Tarin, which surpassed that of Earth, technical experts from multiple countries had to work together to fully digest it.

For this reason, not only were the major manufacturing system transcendents on the surface invited, but many relevant field cultivators who had semi-retired or become leaders of a force and had not personally taken action for a long time were also invited to join this technical feast related to all mankind.

American Federation, Northwest Region.

As night fell and moonlight shone, lights lit up in a forest mansion located in a mountain range.

The mansion, made of carved giant rocks and covered with ivy, looked more like a fortress than a house for living. Within the outer walls and iron gates, the neatly arranged courtyard was piled with giant humanoid puppets made of rock or steel. At first glance, it looked like the corpses of giants, lying prostrate on the ground.

Inside the mansion, a delicate young man with long golden hair was practicing in the center of a magic circle engraved in the hall.

Krosel. His true identity was the current leader of the Holy Serpent Spirit Litany, one of the most powerful and dangerous mysterious organizations in the world.

But his public identity was just a common rich playboy.

"Not bad."

An old voice came from the entrance of the hall. A stern old man with white hair past his shoulders slowly walked into the hall, wearing a black suit and holding a dark wooden cane in his hand.

The old man carefully looked at the golden-haired young man's serious practice posture, and couldn't help but slightly raise the corners of his mouth: "Although you have been muddling through the past ten years, you have recently shown the style of your parents when they were young in the past two years. It was not in vain that I spent some effort to find the inheritance of the Quetzalcoatl for you to practice."

"Your parents in heaven will be happy to see it."

"Yes, grandfather."

At this time, Krosel appeared unusually well-behaved and calm, without the slightest bit of the unrestrainedness he showed when he was in the Litany, or even the playboy aura he usually pretended to have with his friends. This calm performance made the old man even more satisfied: "Next, I will represent the NW Foundation to participate in the Tarin's technical lectures. After this alien visitor incident is over, I will apply for the NW Foundation's membership review for you. Don't lose my face."

"Moreover, the practice of the Quetzalcoatl inheritance is good, but the family's golem magic cannot be neglected—when you cultivate to the leader level, I will personally teach you the family secret techniques of the Erdman family."

Saying this, the old man turned around, his tone softening: "Work hard on your cultivation. If you need resources, just tell me."

"Yes, grandfather."

The old man left the mountain mansion, his cane transforming into a light skiff, carrying him into the distance.

Inside the mansion, Krosel opened his eyes, looked in the direction where old Erdman left, and couldn't help but sigh.

"If I hadn't secretly released the inheritance of the Quetzalcoatl through the Litany's channels, grandfather, you would never have been able to find this thing... Moreover, recommending me to join the NW Foundation is also too strange. I am the leader of the Litany, one of the Foundation's biggest opponents in the American Federation—could it be that I will have to arrest myself then?"

Of course, Krosel was also well aware that if it weren't for old Erdman, his grandfather who was a director of the NW Foundation, he would not have been able to legitimately obtain the inheritance of the Quetzalcoatl to practice openly.

The Erdman family was a traditional transcendent family rooted in the western United States, specializing in the creation of various golems and magical tools, and was a highly respected craftsman lineage.

And the master craftsman of this generation, old Erdman, was a man obsessed with the practice of transcendent power and golem skills. In the era before the revival of spiritual energy, because he could no longer continue to cultivate, old Erdman specialized in the craft of magic artisans, and even became the chief designer of the American Federation's lunar rocket, and led the development of the first generation of spacecraft engines, and was an authority figure in the relevant field.

However, behind the amazing skills was a stubborn and indifferent essence.

Krosel's father, who had excellent cultivation talent, was driven out of the family by old Erdman because he was unwilling to inherit the family's skills and wanted to focus on studying modern magic, until he and his wife died accidentally in an experiment, and the orphaned and young Krosel was taken home by his grandfather.

But because Krosel did not show the same talent as his father when he was a child, old Erdman's attitude towards him was one of laissez-faire and indifference.

Whether he was a playboy or a good boy, he did not praise or criticize him, but simply handled everything calmly, entrusted people to take care of him, and then focused on his own skills.

It was not until Krosel joined the Holy Serpent Spirit Litany and obtained talents far beyond ordinary people through the power of this mysterious organization that he shifted his gaze from his drawings and focused it on him, revealing an admiring look.

This was the common problem of old transcendent families towards their descendants—people without talent or unwilling to inherit the family's inheritance, even if they were direct descendants, were treated as if they did not exist. For this kind of transcendent family, only 'inheritance' was the most important thing, otherwise, it would never have been possible to continue for hundreds or thousands of years.

Of course, Krosel did not join the Holy Serpent Spirit Litany to retaliate against his grandfather—although old Erdman did not care about him, he gave him all the resources he should have, otherwise he would not have been able to quickly occupy a high position in the Litany... It could only be said that cultivators always had something special.

Krosel's heart was very healthy. The reason he joined the Litany was mainly because he thought it was cool.

"Alien technology? It's no wonder that my grandfather has been so interested recently. For these senior craftsmen and technology fanatics, being able to acquire new knowledge is more important than anything else."

Turning his gaze away from the direction where old Erdman left, Krosel shook his head slightly: "But compared to this, I think the technical content held by Su Zhou's true form is truly terrifying."

Muttering to himself like this, Krosel slightly urged the power of the bloodline from the Quetzalcoatl in his body. Immediately, a gentle and mighty aura, like the sun, mixed with a strong aura of the birth of all things, burst out from his body.

However, when this vitality surged to Krosel's head, it conflicted with the Gorgon power parasitized within—in just an instant, the golden-haired young man's waist-length hair turned into long snakes.

But strangely, these long snakes were surrounded by circles of feathers... making his hair look like a messy pile of wings, chaotic and unbearable.

"It doesn't work."

Sighing, Krosel rubbed his forehead in annoyance after trying hundreds of times with the same result. He frowned and found it difficult to understand: "The bloodline power of the Quetzalcoatl Kukulkan is indeed powerful, but it is still difficult to suppress the Gorgon bloodline that I have cultivated for a longer time in my body."

"The nature of the dragon and snake blood is too unique. As long as it takes shape, even if it is a low-level bloodline, it will never immediately submit to another more powerful non-same race bloodline—even if there is no reason to resist at all, it still has to resist."

Krosel wasn't arrogant either. On this Earth, there were no more than three people who knew more about the power of the dragon and snake bloodline than him. Even if he wanted to integrate the bloodline power, it was so difficult, then others must be even more hopeless.

However, Su Zhou was an exception.

——Yinglong, Quetzalcoatl, Jormungandr, Fafnir, and several higher and more terrifying dragon and snake bloodline powers that he couldn't even see through...

Ever since he first came into close contact with Su Zhou at the Global Dragon Blood Mimetic Dao Cultivator Conference, Krosel had seen at least four or five kinds of high-level dragon and snake inheritance powers from him, and was almost frightened out of his wits—on the other hand, those ordinary dragon blood cultivators felt nothing at all, and could still chat and laugh with Su Zhou, and talk happily.

Because ordinary people could only see 'Su Zhou is very strong', but Krosel understood why Su Zhou was so strong.

Because those bloodline powers from different sources were perfectly integrated together, turning into a new kind of dragon blood.

Just like the true form Su Zhou showed in the universe before—the huge and hideous dragon was just purely fierce and terrifying in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of them dragon and snake experts, it was proof that the control of their bloodline power had reached the extreme!

What a terrible realm this was?

Such complex forms, as well as detachable and connectable wings, high-intensity breath, solid body, extremely fast speed, and great power... An ordinary dragon could do one point and be famous in mythology, but all the advantages of these dragons and snakes were gathered on Su Zhou's true form.

Apart from the immortal blood of the Holy Serpent Spirit's bestowal, what else could do this miracle?

"This kind of power, placed in ancient times, would be enough to be worshiped as a 'god'!"

Thinking of this, the golden-haired young man with an envious look could not help but sigh: "I don't know when I can get the grace of the Holy Serpent Spirit and also have such talent and bloodline..."

Thinking of this, Krosel became distressed again.

Since half a month ago, Su Zhou had rejected all the sacrificial ritual permits of the Holy Serpent Spirit Litany. According to him, it was 'don't look for the Holy Serpent Spirit for everything, let it rest more, and you must learn to work hard yourself'.

But not to mention what kind of wonderful response it was to let the Holy Serpent Spirit rest for a while, weren't they working hard enough to earn money and obtain sacrificial offerings?

If most of the wishes were things they couldn't do themselves, why would they dedicate their wealth and communicate with the great existence in the void!

However, Krosel also understood that it was impossible to reason with Su Zhou. He always had ten thousand ways to refute their applications and prevent them from holding void transaction rituals.

But just now, the leader of the Litany, who had a flash of inspiration, suddenly thought of an idea that sounded strange, but might not be infeasible.

"Yes, Su Zhou's power, in ancient times, would be enough to be worshiped as a god—so why not?"

Having a sudden whim, Krosel suddenly felt that this idea was very good.

Since he couldn't sacrifice to the Holy Serpent Spirit, wouldn't it be good to sacrifice to the heir of its holy blood?

If there was a response, it would prove that Su Zhou and their karma were closely connected, and it would be easier to continue to rely on Su Zhou's karma to contact the Holy Serpent Spirit in the future.

Even if there was no response, they could look for channels to link to the Holy Serpent Spirit through Su Zhou, and then open up a new path for sacrificial summoning.

It was a win-win situation.

Thinking of doing it, without hesitation, Krosel immediately stood up, took out a small knife from his arms, cut his palm, and drew a circular magic circle around him with his blood, then sat in it and began to meditate and communicate.

This simple magic circle was the ritual that Litany members usually used to establish contact with the Holy Serpent Spirit and respond to its power in the void—but this time, Krosel tried to respond to Su Zhou's name.

Then, when responding, relying on that trace of connection with the great existence, his will passed through some invisible barrier and escaped into the dark chaos and ice-cold void.

Krosel saw large expanses of ice rivers shimmering like ice crystals, and interlaced starlight.

The boundless ice river and the endless stars were divided into layers of overlapping areas, presenting various wonderful and unique structures.

And all the members of the Litany had always prayed and responded to a 'ring-shaped' starlight structure in the endless distance, responding to the name of the Holy Serpent Spirit, in order to get the opportunity to communicate and trade.

But this time, Krosel chanted Su Zhou's name, letting the sense of darkness lead him through the ice-cold void, looking for the existence related to this true name.

Then he saw countless fragmented light and shadows and illusions flying past his eyes.

——There was a legend that the true dragon incarnated as a human, cut off immortality, and defeated the sacred tree was spreading.

——There was a myth that the immortal white dragon stood up, ended the gods, and recreated the era was being praised.

——There was an epic that the extraterrestrial dragon was summoned, defeated all enemies, and changed the world was being sung.

There were more, more... myths and legends were intertwined, the information of the other world was changed, mixed, and inserted into the shadows of other myths and legends.

The dragon named Zhuzhou occasionally replaced Yinglong's position, assisting the human king to unify the world, and occasionally replaced the world-destroying serpent and dragon, devouring the sacred tree supporting the world, causing the world to collapse and the age of gods to end.

Good, evil, and unknown purposes... all kinds of possibilities were derived.

Although all the information transmission was still very primitive and the range of impact was still very small, all these legends were being transmitted to the endless void.

"It, it's actually a legend that has already taken shape?! And so many?!"

In this churning sea of ​​information, Krosel watched all this in shock—even he did not expect that Su Zhou's legend had already spread in multiple worlds, and was still gradually spreading... Could it be that he was wrong? Su Zhou in his world was actually the incarnation of the dragon 'Zhuzhou' in this world? Su Zhou himself was the reincarnation of a great power, or a corresponding existence?!

Just as Krosel was shocked, in the dark, a force noticed his prayer and responded to his will.

[Your... wish?]

Hearing the sound of this response, the golden-haired young man trembled all over, almost unable to restrain himself from directly exiting the meditation state. He swallowed his saliva, and then turned to look in the direction from which the dark force came.

Then, he saw a dim world shrouded in hazy gray fog.

——Praise the immortal dragon! Praise the father of the new world!

Teacher of the Sea God, God of Water Control! Nemesis of immortality, master of rotation!

Enemy of death, dragon of all things changing, dragon of ten thousand generations of innovation!

Noisy and vague, as if the voices of countless people's beliefs and countless people's praises were faintly heard from that world, and condensed on him according to the true name Krosel had chanted before.

[I... am listening.]

In the dark, a calm voice came, this voice was majestic, vast, like a true god, injected into Krosel's mind, as if trying to forcibly know his wish, and then conclude a contract.

Click.

Without any hesitation, Krosel directly disconnected this link.

Risking slight damage to his soul, he directly extracted most of his mental body from the ice-cold void and returned to Earth. Then, the whole person collapsed on the ground, sweat dripping from his spine along with the feeling of chills, and then gasping violently.

"Huff... Ha... Huff... Ha..."

"What, what is that..."

It took Krosel a long time to recover from the soul damage caused by the emergency disconnection. He weakly raised his hand and wiped his forehead, only to find that blood was flowing from his eyes and nose. He had to struggle to get up and go to the bathroom to wash his face.

After washing off the blood, Krosel, who had calmed down, looked to the east with fearful and confused eyes... that is, the direction where Su Zhou was in his dark perception.

"That, is him..."

His mouth was extremely dry, and Krosel's heart was filled with uncontrollable shock: "Exactly the same essential power... Su, Su Zhou, what is the origin of this monster?!"

Regarding this, Su Zhou, who had been prayed to once, was not aware of the shock in the hearts of some friends who were courting death. He had returned to Zheng Country at this time, and was practicing daily and browsing Weibo online.

In fact, compared to Krosel's confusion and shock at Su Zhou's true identity, the alien Kotaren was even more confused and shocked at the Earthlings.

"Are these Earth spirit energy users all monsters?!"

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