The application was responded to quickly.
Feng Linwen was specially allowed to enter the core of the Galaxy Federation, the legendary Sea of Stars, to meet that big shot.
At the same time, in order to avoid leaking the news (laughs), the rest of the group must also follow them. During this period, no information can be leaked to the outside world through any means.
No complicated transfers.
When Feng Linhui and others fell out of the dying world, they were already standing at the gate of the Star Sea.
How to describe this place?
At first glance, it looks like an ordinary compound.
And it's a very old one.
But if you take a closer look, it is not difficult to find that every brick and tile here seems to be connected to a world and affects the core of a world.
The fortunes and connections of countless worlds are gathered in this courtyard.
This is the core of all heavens and worlds, the highest holy land where all worlds are concluded.
If you practice in this courtyard, no matter what path you take, it will be extremely smooth and your progress will be rapid.
Perhaps one day's work is worth several years of hard work in the outside world.
The outside world referred to here are those native species that possess a certain level of resources.
As for those alien natives... don't even think about it, they can't exchange it at this ratio.
Feng Linmo was introduced into the compound alone.
Following several guards whose auras could not be discerned, they went deep into the courtyard.
Almost every step he took, Feng Linwen could feel that his aura was becoming purer and stronger. It seemed that as long as he stayed here for a few more days, he would be able to touch the threshold of the seventh-level Golden Immortal.
"No wonder those people in the central security room are all so strong in cultivation. In such an environment, even a pig can reach a certain level of cultivation after staying for a while." Feng Linyi thought to himself.
Feng Linmo is not greedy for these conveniences.
When practice reaches a certain level, the comparison is no longer about resources, but the real accumulation of one's own foundation, as well as the occasional flash of spirituality, personal willpower, judgment, etc.
Sometimes resources are actually empty. Of course, if Feng Linwen is allowed to stay here for a longer time, he will not refuse.
Not long after leaving, Feng Linwen was led into a small courtyard in the compound.
There are two people playing chess in the small courtyard.
It's just that the movement is very slow, and I don't know how long they lasted.
Feng Linwen looked at it for a moment, and it seemed that he could see that each chess piece was the evolution of a world, and the entire chessboard was like a reduced world.
The guard just led Feng Linwen to the door.
Then he left.
Feng Linwen stood in the small courtyard, feeling a little 'at a loss'.
This is a long-lost emotion.
The two chess players didn't seem to pay attention to Feng Linyi's desire.
"Hey! Boy over there, the master wants to see you. Come here quickly!" A cricket squatted on a sycamore tree nearby and shouted to Feng Linhui.
Feng Linwen didn't dare to underestimate him. This cricket might just look ordinary.
If it stretches its body, it might be able to devour a giant monster of some cosmic level.
Follow Cricket all the way into the house.
But I saw an old man painting with a brush.
The writing is vigorous, without any hint of sluggishness or incompetence.
Feng Linfu was surprised...and looked at the old man as a matter of course, and suddenly smiled.
"Colonel Feng Lin of the Northwest Military Region salutes the commander." After saying this, Feng Linyi straightened his military posture and saluted the old man forcefully.
The old man raised his head, put down his pen, and then pressed his hand on Feng Linyi: "Okay! I have checked you long ago. You are not a serious soldier to begin with, and you have not attended military school for a few days. Stop showing off..." !”
The old man said this in an easy-going way, seemingly trying to push Feng Linhui away, but in fact, he was making the atmosphere more relaxed.
Feng Linwen very smartly handed over the towel that had been prepared for a long time and wiped the old man's hands.
The old man glanced at Feng Linyi with a smile, and then said: "It seems that you already understand what's going on!"
Feng Linwen whispered: "You are really clever and resourceful. This time you lured the snake out of the hole, and you really deceived a lot of ghosts and monsters."
The old man waved his hands and said, "Don't talk nonsense."
"I'm just taking advantage of the situation! If it weren't for an old friend who tied up a ten-level alien figure to be my soul substitute in the early years, how could I have done anything good if I let him suffer for me this time? The result?" The old man sighed.
Feng Lin looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, not knowing what to say.
A dignified tenth-level powerful and saint-level existence is just the soul substitute of the big boss in front of him, and he can only accept the assassination on his behalf.
Feng Linyi once again intuitively felt the greatness of the Galaxy Era.
But actually, there is nothing difficult to understand.
For example, a certain business tycoon is actually just a watchdog for some high-ranking officials. For example, some martial arts overlords are actually just high-level thugs of some wealthy people...
It is actually not difficult to understand the concept by analogy.
Perhaps at a certain level, for a person with extremely high cultivation, it would be nothing more than a different place...
The greatness of the Galaxy Era no longer needs to be reiterated.
This time, it’s just to deepen the concept.
"Native species, bionic species, new humans, hybrid species, mythical species, descendants of immigrants, and various minorities. Everyone has their own demands and their own groups. Even among the native species, there are also The differences between Asians, Americans, Africans, yellows, whites, and blacks.”
"The higher you go, the more conflicts there will be. It is inevitable and there is no need to avoid them."
"It's just that since someone stretched out their claws first, if we don't cut off such a good opportunity, I would be sorry for those old friends."
The old man just kept talking, and Feng Linwen felt uncomfortable all over.
The reason is of course simple.
Feng Linyi understood these concepts eight hundred years ago.
Even children in kindergarten will subconsciously distinguish between ugly and beautiful, compare family and ancestral origin, etc.
Holding together for warmth and being unanimously exclusive are the common denominators of most intelligent beings.
But it can't be called a bad nature.
Those intelligent races that do not have this kind of 'bad nature' will always die out very quickly.
Especially after coming into contact with civilizations other than theirs.
The reason why Feng Linwen really felt uncomfortable was because why did the old man say this to him?
He is just an ordinary mid-level officer, what deserves special treatment?
"Since he is fine, there is no need for the golden apple. Then what other uses does this golden apple have?" Feng Linwen was still thinking about the crux of the problem.
But the old man said again: "By the way! Just keep that golden apple for yourself! But be careful, there may be poisonous snakes in it. Some people can eat it, but some people can't."
Feng Linwen was stunned when he heard this, and then nodded numbly.
At this time, I don’t understand even more.
"You are very good!" The old man praised Feng Linyi.
Feng Linwen was even more panicked.
"So, I will reward you well and set you as a benchmark." The old man said again.
Feng Linwen knew full well that he was going to be used as a living target.
The old man himself cannot pretend to be dead all the time, because in some positions, if left for a long time, the buttocks may not be able to sit so firmly.
But the plan needs to continue to be implemented, and some actions to lure the snake out of its hole may only be half done.
"This... this kid is soft-spoken, but if he only attracts hatred... I'm afraid it's not enough!" Feng Linwen didn't give in, but as a good young man with ideals, what's wrong with starting from the heart?
