Chapter 150 The End of the Raiding

Near the Ansu Star Alliance, within the territory of the Lone Boat Star Alliance, Xu Jingming stood quietly in the starry sky, patiently awaiting news.

"The Prison Clan's raiding squad has suffered losses exceeding 30%. Twenty-two hours have passed since the last attack. The Prison Clan squad has likely abandoned the raid and chosen to retreat. Thank you, everyone, for your hard work!" A message from the Yuanchu Research Institute relaxed Xu Jingming.

"This wave of raids against the Lone Boat Star Alliance should be over."

When he received the mission to intercept the Prison Clan in the Lone Boat Star Alliance, Xu Jingming stayed in the Lone Boat Star Alliance to more efficiently intercept the second and third waves.

Now that the raiding operation was over, it was time to return to the Ansu Star Alliance.

"Hu."

The surrounding space-time rippled, and Xu Jingming's body entered the ripples, traversing 430 million light-years in a single warp.

After four long-distance warps, Xu Jingming returned to Jishui Star in the Ansu Star Alliance.

"A bowl of noodles, large portion, and a pot of fruit wine." Xu Jingming arrived at a restaurant closer to his residence and ordered food.

After repeated interception operations, witnessing the extinction of humans on one life planet after another, Xu Jingming's emotions were no longer as volatile. He simply suppressed his intense emotions deep within his heart. Powerless rage was ridiculous; only with sufficient strength could he change the situation on the border.

"Slurp, slurp."

As Xu Jingming ate his noodles, he was still recalling the clashes during this raiding operation in his mind.

"Uncle Ming." A voice sounded, and a young man in sportswear walked over.

Xu Jingming looked up.

Qiu Qingke's physical growth and aging had become increasingly slow because he had become a cosmic lifeform.

"All alone today?" Xu Jingming finished the remaining noodles in one gulp, then took a sip of the fruit wine. "Where are the girls around you? At least nine out of ten times I see you, you're surrounded by girls."

"I can't help it if they keep pestering me." Qiu Qingke sat down helplessly. "A genius under twenty, single, and a sixth-order limit cosmic lifeform… I can't help being pursued by girls."

Xu Jingming curled his lip.

After a few interactions, he realized that Qiu Qingke had a natural optimism.

Perhaps if he weren't optimistic, he wouldn't have made it to where he was today after all the past setbacks and blows.

"Stop attracting butterflies and pick someone you like. Don't waste other people's time and feelings." Xu Jingming took another sip of wine.

"Uncle Ming, your thinking is too old-fashioned. I'm not even twenty yet; I haven't even figured out how to choose myself." Qiu Qingke said, "Of course, I need to spend some time together to know who is more suitable for me."

"Moreover, according to our civilization's laws, I can marry up to ten." Qiu Qingke said, "I'm not wasting anyone's time or feelings; I can marry them all!"

Xu Jingming was taken aback.

Marry ten?

"By the way, Uncle Ming." Qiu Qingke said in a low voice, "I heard that there's a mysterious place in the virtual world network 'Blood Rain World,' where you can enter the mysterious place by offering 10,000 gold. I'm currently adventuring in Blood Rain World… What do you think of this mysterious place?"

The more he interacted with Uncle Ming, the more unfathomable he felt.

Now that he, Qiu Qingke, had become a cosmic lifeform, it was easy for him to find out who the other cosmic lifeforms on Jishui Star were in the virtual world network.

However, he couldn't find any information about "Uncle Ming."

He wouldn't trouble Uncle Ming for no reason, but when he encountered the most crucial moments, he still wanted to ask Uncle Ming for advice.

"A mysterious place?"

Xu Jingming took a sip of fruit wine, his eyes filled with reminiscence. "That's a good place, a good place to change your fate."

"Oh?" Qiu Qingke's eyes lit up.

"As for you…"

Xu Jingming looked at Qiu Qingke and shook his head. "No, you're far from ready."

"Uncle Ming, what am I far from ready for?" Qiu Qingke said.

"Your strength is far from ready." Xu Jingming said, "At the very least, you have to become a seventh-order cosmic lifeform, and preferably accumulate more before reaching the seventh-order limit cosmic lifeform… Then try entering the mysterious place."

Qiu Qingke nodded. "I'm already at the sixth-order limit now. I can feel that I'll become a seventh-order in a few years."

"Very confident." Xu Jingming smiled.

Back then, he himself had become a seventh-order in less than two years of cultivation.

"The mysterious place has trials on seven planets." Xu Jingming said with a smile, "Young man, find a way to pass them. If you pass the seventh planet, there might be a surprise." With that, Xu Jingming got up to leave.

Qiu Qingke got up to thank him. "Thank you, Uncle Ming."

"No need to thank me." Xu Jingming waved his hand and left with his fruit wine.

Having experienced the cosmic race war, Xu Jingming was more willing to help the geniuses among humans. But he was also very clear that he didn't know how many people went to the mysterious place each time, and how many could reach the seventh planet? How many could be selected by the seventeen top forces?

However, as long as they were geniuses, they would eventually shine in the mysterious place. Even if they couldn't join the top forces, they could still go to regional-level forces.

Of course, if they couldn't even enter a 'regional-level force,' it could only mean that their talent was somewhat lacking.

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Prison Clan Territory.

Monarch Moyou sat high on his throne, looking at the returning team. Under the gaze of his green eyes, the entire palace rippled, as if it were an illusion.

"Monarch Moyou." The leader of the Prison Clan squad, clearly also a Monarch-level expert, felt instinctive fear in the face of 'Monarch Moyou's' gaze. He said respectfully, "The squad I led had a total of 17 Origin lifeforms. We raided the Lone Boat Star Alliance in the Tianmang Cosmic Domain, and we raided three waves in total, with 6 ninth-order Origin lifeforms killed in battle. Each wave had losses… I think something is very wrong. It should be that mysterious expert."

Monarch Moyou frowned as he listened, tapping the armrest of the throne slowly with his fingers, and said softly, "That mysterious expert is good at interception, especially good at space-time warp travel, and can arrive in a short time each time."

"Yes, we raided three times, and each time a companion was intercepted." The captain said respectfully, while the other Origin lifeform members stood silently aside.

A book appeared in front of Monarch Moyou, and he opened the book and looked at the contents.

"In the last three years, we have sent teams to raid a total of 9 times in the six star alliances centered on the Ansu Star Alliance! The frequency of raids has been greatly reduced." Monarch Moyou said.

Indeed.

On average, each of the six star alliances was raided only a little more than once.

"The average loss of the nine Prison Clan squads exceeds 30%." Monarch Moyou frowned. "Two Monarch-level and 59 Lord-level experts were killed in battle. The losses are great."

"Monarch Moyou, in the last three years, we have suffered heavy losses in these six star alliances. But the gains are very small." The Prison Clan squad leader below said, "Is it possible to temporarily give up raiding these six star alliances?"

"If we give up, that mysterious expert will go to other star alliances." Monarch Moyou said indifferently, "So we would rather reduce the frequency of raids than maintain continuous raids."

"You can go down first."

Monarch Moyou waved his hand.

"Yes."

The Prison Clan squad saluted respectfully and retreated.

Monarch Moyou sat in the lonely palace, thinking, "The Tianmang Cosmic Domain has always been the area I am responsible for raiding. Who exactly is this mysterious expert who can intercept raids in the range of the six star alliances?"

"We need to find out his details to deal with him better." Monarch Moyou thought.

"Hmm?"

Monarch Moyou sensed something, turned to look in one direction, his eyes filled with excitement. "The Ancestor is back?"

…

The Prison Clan and the Human race were different.

Humans were divided into male and female and could reproduce and multiply.

Although the Prison Clan could independently nurture an 'egg,' the origin of the Prison Clan… countless eggs, were mass-produced. Even now, many eggs were still being mass-produced.

Tracing back to the source, the Prison Clan Ancestor created countless eggs, and thus the Prison Clan came into being.

And the Prison Clan Ancestor…

According to the information recorded by the cosmic human race, he was an ancient lifeform who descended into this universe from a high-dimensional space. As the Prison Clan Ancestor, he was the only one in the entire Prison Clan who was fundamentally different from the 'Prison Clan.'

"Ancestor." A total of five figures gathered, respectfully saluting the great Ancestor.

The Prison Clan had two Supreme existences.

One was the Ancestor, and the other was the Prison Clan's only 'Emperor.' But whether in terms of strength or status, the Ancestor was obviously much higher.

"Are you five the ones on duty in the clan now?" A behemoth overlooked the five of them. The behemoth was shaped like a mountain, towering 1.26 light-years high. The aura he naturally exuded caused the five Monarchs responsible for the reception to tremble.

Seeing the Ancestor, they seemed to see distorted space-time and an endless mountain range.

1.26 light-years was merely the form after he restrained his power after descending into the universe. As an ancient high-dimensional lifeform, the Ancestor's true form… was something that the five Monarchs could not maintain calm and reason after seeing.

"Reporting to the Ancestor, three of the ten Monarchs are currently at war with the Human race, and two are at war with the Ice race." A Monarch at the head said respectfully.

"The Human race and the Ice race are both in the top five races in this universe. I never thought that the race I created could survive until now under the pressure of these two races." The Prison Clan Ancestor chuckled.

The five Monarchs listened obediently.

They were well aware that the Ancestor regarded their entire race as a kind of 'experimental product.' All they could do was be an extremely excellent experimental product, so that the Ancestor would not abandon them.

"Which Monarchs and Lords need to be resurrected this time?" The mountain-like Ancestor overlooked them.

"Ancestor, this is the resurrection list." One of the Monarchs respectfully presented it.

A golden piece of paper flew out and floated in mid-air.

The Ancestor glanced at it.

"Those with enough merit can be resurrected. For those without enough merit, since you children have applied… let's resurrect half of them." As the Ancestor spoke, the sound of rushing rivers began to appear around him.

Countless illusory rivers appeared around him.

In the rivers, countless lives were floating. They were fixed on a certain layer of the river, at a certain node, like amber, drifting with the river.

The five Monarchs watched.

"High-dimensional lifeforms can jump out of the timeline, out of the constraints of the entire universe, and easily capture the lives of past time nodes within the universe." The five Monarchs were well aware of the Ancestor's methods. When the Emperor used resurrection, it was very slow, and he was also clearly very tired, and the price was very high.

But when the Ancestor used it, it was as casual as playing in the water.

"Whoosh."

The towering mountain naturally extended one arm after another, and hundreds of arms stretched into the illusory river, causing the river to roar.

The five Monarchs were all terrified. They could feel the terrifying energy contained in each arm. If it leaked even a little, they would be annihilated.

"Got them."

The Ancestor flicked his hundreds of arms, and one amber-like solidified figure after another was thrown behind the five Monarchs. One by one, they broke away from the illusory river and returned to reality. One by one, they woke up.

"I'm alive?"

"I'm back?" These Prison Clan tenth-order Monarchs and ninth-order Lords were overjoyed, but at the same time, they felt sorry for their merits! Because to be resurrected, corresponding merits would be deducted.

Immediately after, they saw the incomparably great existence.

"Ancestor." These resurrected Prison Clan Origin lifeforms all knelt respectfully. Some were even moved to tears, because some of them were seeing the Prison Clan's Ancestor for the first time in their lives.

The Ancestor overlooked the people below. "You children should be careful. Bringing you out increases the universe's resistance to me! I have to give it benefits and please it, it's really troublesome."

"We are incompetent." The five Monarchs said, and the other Prison Clan Origin lifeforms all knelt, feeling ashamed that they had caused the Ancestor so much trouble.

Every life in the Prison Clan instinctively worshiped and revered the Ancestor and was willing to give everything for the Ancestor.

"You can leave." The Ancestor said.

The five Monarchs and the resurrected Prison Clan Origin lifeforms were all teleported away and disappeared.

"Meeting these children, I have to desperately suppress myself, for fear that a trace of power will accidentally escape… and kill them all. It's not easy to cultivate so many children." The mountain-like Ancestor immediately released his restraints, returning to a twisted and towering figure, and then disappeared.