"How confident are you?" Turquoise Pool asked.

Yang Qinglan was also interested in this question, but she had used all her "Ability" to ignite the "Candle," and now she felt tired just holding a candle, like an exhausted climber, trying her best not to speak if possible.

"Seventy percent," Li Changzhou replied.

"I was asking about the success rate of tracing the origin."

"Seventy percent," Li Changzhou glanced at the Identity Card, his "Ability" fully restored.

"That's not very high," Li Qianxia said.

"When I say seventy percent," Li Changzhou stepped back, the black fog advanced, his voice becoming deep and resonant, "it means it only needs seventy percent of Mana."

The black fog surged skyward, painting a black channel in the bloody light, aiming at a space ridge line.

Surprisingly, the ridge line instinctively twisted as if trying to evade, but it was still enveloped by the black fog.

Through this door-like ridge line, the black fog entered the 'Flesh Space River.'

"Wait," Turquoise Pool took the "Candle" from Yang Qinglan, "you rest for a while."

"Hmm," Yang Qinglan nodded lightly.

"Turquoise, don't tire yourself out either," Li Qianxia took the torch from Turquoise Pool.

The torch burned with a breathing-like rhythm, Hestia's face vaguely appearing in the firelight, looking at Li Qianxia, seemingly nodding in approval before suddenly frowning.

"Keep her away from me," the face disappeared.

It was unclear whom He was referring to, but the torch's flames moved three centimeters away from Yang Qinglan, exactly stopping at the edge of her feet.

Li Qianxia, Turquoise Pool, Si, even the little Demon Star, and the Flower Fairy all stood within the light of the fire, with only Yang Qinglan outside.

"What's going on?" the little Demon Star looked up, glancing left and right at the people taller than her.

"A contradiction between Goddesses," Yang Qinglan said indifferently.

"...It's truly a controversy among Goddesses," Li Qianxia, initially ready to make a joke, fell silent, acknowledging that the Gu She Goddess was indeed a Goddess.

The space clinging to the light twisted as if it were an attack, but it actually separated all the flesh light streams.

The Flesh Space River flowed continuously, the space combining like glass, imprisoning all the bloody light streams in the air, slowly strangling them.

As long as there was enough intelligence to confirm that no next wave of flesh warriors would land on the base star, Li Changzhou could freely use Mana to control the previously nearly invincible 'Flesh Space River.'

This illustrates the importance of intelligence.

Of course, all of this was based on a previous near-death experience, the exploration and consumption of the Flesh Space River were necessary preparations.

The blue light warrior was still alive, safely reuniting with everyone.

When Si and others activated the base star, Turquoise Pool said, "Although it was short, it was almost equivalent to a valuable game instance."

"It wasn't as hard as a valuable game instance," Li Qianxia recalled her experiences after landing, "it was a bit scary when the space kept shrinking, but then there was no challenge at all, I hardly did anything."

"You realize you did nothing?" Li Changzhou landed.

The Flesh Space River was destroyed, indeed no next wave of flesh warriors landed, and thus the mission was concluded.

The Flame Butterfly flew toward Yang Qinglan, and at the same time, Li Changzhou pinched her pale, delicate cheek, dragging her into the condition necessary to trigger the Flame Butterfly—combat.

Yang Qinglan swatted his hand away as a retort: "Hestia just bullied me."

"Scatter her ashes!"

The butterfly flew toward Li Qianxia.

Li Changzhou still had twenty percent of his Mana left—the Flesh Space River was stronger than he had anticipated, Turquoise Pool had thirty percent; neither had used the "Flame Butterfly."

The "Flame Butterfly" could only be used three times a month, Li Changzhou had used it once, completely losing his Mana, Yang Qinglan, who had no Ability left, used it once, and one use remained, saved for an emergency.

Suddenly, they all stopped, the connection between the Immortal and the cosmos making them sense something unusual.

A majestic light screen spread out from the base star at their feet, endless, like a curtain that could never be fully stretched.

They ascended higher into the clouds, reaching space.

In the dim cosmos, a layer of golden waves rippled in all four directions from the base star, moving very fast, instantly covering all the universe within view.

The four of them were like specks before the magnificent spectacle of golden light waves, the universe seeming split in two.

It was precisely these base stars, connected into a circle with a diameter of three million light-years, that formed a cosmic-level majestic Great Wall!

"Impressed?" Flower Fairy slowly landed beside them.

"Hmph," Li Qianxia haughtily lifted her chin, "I've seen the Lord of Wind and Light holding the Galaxy in his right hand, turning it into a Divine Sword; his left hand reaching into a black hole, standing it upright as a shield, watching Him travel the river of time towards the future, becoming the most dazzling fireworks under the 'Victor's' throne of time!"

Flower Fairy gave her another look: "You're really something."

Such honest admiration made the boastful Li Qianxia feel superficial.

On the shuttle back, under Flower Fairy's slightly admiring inquiry, Li Qianxia briefly recounted the exploits of the Lord of Wind and Light.

The little Demon Star suddenly asked, "Are you a 'Victor' ideologist?"

"'Victor' ideology?" Li Qianxia was puzzled; she was just trying to prove she wasn't a bumpkin from a native star incapable of interstellar travel, mentioning "Victor" as if it was a title granted by her birthplace, Earth.

"'Victor' ideology, followers of the 'Victor' in this era," the little Demon Star explained.

"Followers?" Yang Qinglan looked over, "Do they know who the 'Victor' is?"

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