Swallowing the Stars: Starting with the Primal Tenfold Talent

The light purple spaceship immediately started its engines, slowly ascended into the air, and soon disappeared into the vast starry sky.

Even on the return journey, the Virtual Universe Company's intelligent computer continued to record all the staff's activities, from their words and actions to their virtual network communication records, leaving nothing out and perfectly practicing the service principle of "customer first".

"Pudding, immediately search for all suitable barren planets within the Nine Luminaries Starfield and select the best option." Meng Jingrong gave the order to the central control screen as soon as he returned to the spaceship.

The next second, an adorable virtual image resembling a puppy appeared on the screen; it was none other than the intelligent light brain Pudding.

"Received, Master! Retrieving information from the virtual universe database... Search complete! Planet X-73, located 136 million light-years away, best meets the terraforming requirements and has been added as the first option!"

Immediately, a soft light screen was projected from the control panel, displaying a 3D image of a planet in the center of the control room.

This is a visually striking two-tone planet—one half is covered by a thick white ice cap, resembling a giant snow crown, exuding a chilling aura; the other half is bare reddish-brown earth, quite similar to the landscape of the previous desolate planet.

The stark contrast between cool white and fiery red is striking and stands out against the dark starry sky.

"The planet has a diameter of 112 million kilometers, possesses a natural satellite, has an orbital period of approximately 320 cosmic standard days, a gravity of 0.55 cosmic standard gravity units, a stable geological structure, no major natural disaster risks, and its basic atmospheric composition can be modified... All indicators meet the conditions for modification."

Pudding's voice was clear and pleasant, broadcasting various data about the planet in sync.

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Five years later.

Flame Dragon Universe Kingdom, Nine Luminaries Star Domain, New Purple Star.

The once barren, two-colored planet has now been completely transformed.

Countless silver-white intelligent robots, under the coordinated scheduling of intelligent optical brains, are building various infrastructures in a clear division of labor and in an orderly manner.

Residential areas and public activity spaces are arranged in a well-organized manner, presenting an orderly scene everywhere.

The planet, once a mix of white and brown, has now transformed into a vibrant blue-green.

Blue represents ocean waters, and green represents forest vegetation; the planet's ecosystem has begun to take shape.

In the deep sea region of the planet, Meng Jingrong stood on the surface of the sea, his gaze fixed intently on the 3D holographic projection screen in front of him.

Inside the light screen, 96 blood-red vines were writhing violently, tumbling and twisting like boiling water.

On the surface of the incredibly thick vine, small green dots, each the size of a mung bean, constantly rise. These dots gradually fade and disappear after absorbing the surrounding energy.

Occasionally, some green protrusions would burst open, like bubbles exploding, releasing terrifying energy.

"Hiss—"

As time passed, a large number of vines and tendrils danced wildly.

Although the Moyun Vine evolved deep in the ocean, it still generates tsunamis tens of thousands of meters high on the surface of the sea.

Outside the planet, above the sea, four mysterious metal-structured space stations projected four deep blue beams of light.

A deep blue beam of light illuminated the dark night sky, pierced through the thick clouds, and plunged into the seabed.

Almost simultaneously, the four blue beams of light connected to form a surface, creating a deep blue square cage with a diameter of nearly ten thousand kilometers. The energy barrier of the cage shimmered with a faint luster, and no matter how violent the tsunami was, it could not break through the cage's interception.

"elder brother."

"teacher."

Two figures flew over from a distance; they were Meng Qinglan and Lin Youfeng.

"Teacher, is the Moyun Vine about to complete its evolution?" Lin Youfeng asked first, his voice filled with excitement.

"Hmm." Meng Jingrong nodded slightly, raising his hand to gesture for the two to look at the light screen. "Its transformation has entered the final stage."

During the years of cultivating the Moyun Vine, Meng Jingrong not only planned the subsequent cultivation path of the Golden Void Law for his disciple, but also tailored a unique combat technique for the Golden Void Law for him.

It was precisely because of this that Lin Youfeng's understanding of the laws also progressed by leaps and bounds.

Within the light screen, the thick, long vines were transforming at a visible speed, with the outer layer of skin constantly peeling off to reveal the tender, pale red vines inside.

These newly grown vines quickly became twisted and tough, and then shed another layer of skin.

In its repeated transformations, the vine grew thicker and longer, emanating an increasingly powerful aura, like a colossal celestial beast about to awaken.

"How old is this Cloud Vine now?" Meng Qinglan asked softly, her eyes filled with shock.

Even just the portion shown on the light screen was enough to create an unparalleled sense of oppression.

"According to Pudding's real-time detection data, the length of a single vine has reached 2300 kilometers," Meng Jingrong said.

"2300 kilometers?" Meng Qinglan and Lin Youfeng were both stunned.

2300 kilometers, what does that mean? In the universe, some small planets are only a few thousand kilometers in diameter. This "Moyun Vine" is that long?

"Moreover, it has already grown 100 main vines, and it continues to differentiate," Meng Jingrong added.

Meng Jingrong continued to stare intently at the light screen.

Evolution continues, and time ticks by.

Meng Qinglan and Lin Youfeng didn't ask any more questions, but simply stood silently to the side, waiting with anticipation in their hearts...

At this moment, the long vines on the light screen seemed to contain endless power, ready to erupt at any moment.

The color of the vines also became more intense and deep from deep red, with a faint hint of purple, and could already be called "purple-red", exuding a terrifying aura.

"Ugh!"

A vast and pure thought suddenly entered Meng Jingrong's mind, filled with joy, attachment, and gratitude, clearly conveying the signal that "the transformation is complete."

"It's a success!" Meng Jingrong's eyes lit up.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh...

Deep in the ocean, the 108 main vines, which had reached a length of 3000 kilometers, suddenly stopped rolling and rapidly shrank, their countless fine vines and leaves instantly shrinking and disappearing.

As it contracted, the main body of the Moyun Vine surged rapidly toward the sea surface. The powerful force caused the sea beneath Meng Jingrong's feet to churn violently, forming a huge whirlpool. The seawater roared and surged, as if the end of the world had arrived.

"Splash—"

With a loud bang, the enormous Moyun Vine, shrunk a thousand times, burst out of the water, spraying water everywhere, and hovered in mid-air.

Even after being shrunk, the 108 deep red vines, 3 kilometers long and 30 centimeters wide, still danced in the night sky.

Immediately afterwards, an incredibly dense and massive root system spread out instantly, enveloping Meng Jingrong's figure, constantly shrinking and condensing!

In the blink of an eye, the towering, cloud-covering vines shrank to Meng Jingrong's body, becoming incredibly small and adorable.

The core of the root system gently merged into his skin and disappeared.

108 tiny vines, each about the thickness of a thumb, spread out from his body, covering an area of ​​nearly 100 meters. They then danced and wove together, eventually coalescing into a complete set of purplish-red battle armor—including a helmet, armor, boots, and even a layer of fitted purplish-red gloves covering his fingers.

Meng Jingrong felt the powerful energy fluctuations emanating from the Moyun Battle Suit and was extremely satisfied.

The Cloud Vine cannot enhance one's basic strength, but it can use the Cloud Vine Battle Armor to launch attacks, unleashing destructive power equivalent to a ninth-level Domain Lord.

Meng Jingrong clearly felt that even without much force, a single punch from the Moyun Vine alone would be enough to cause the extinction of a giant planet.

The Moyun Vine is a very powerful plant life form. At the same level and rank, 99.99% of humans are no match for it.

When this super-evolved Cloud Vine reached the ninth level of Domain Lord, it evolved 108 main vines, each of which was far stronger than a 'ninth-level Domain Lord human martial artist'.

"108 vines working together... plus its astonishing cellular activity! Cut off a section and another will grow back; it could even put up a fight against some World Lord-level powerhouses."

Perhaps in the hands of others, the autonomous combat capability of the Moyun Vine is far stronger than its battle suit form.

However, Meng Jingrong's understanding of the laws was already comparable to that of an immortal marquis, and with the added bonus to his offensive capabilities from the Cloud-Piercing Battle Armor, he was confident that he could contend with even a peak world lord like Jiang Tianchen.

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Inside the World Ring.

The grasslands, spanning 100,000 kilometers in diameter, have undergone tremendous changes.

Buildings sprang up out of thin air, and countless people who migrated from the Purple Star lived ordinary but happy lives here.

With the supply of abundant cultivation resources, even three- or four-year-old children have acquired the strength of an apprentice at level 1.

"Dad, the fish's here! Look!"

Beside a lake on the edge of the grassland, a simple-looking, sturdy young man suddenly lifted his fishing rod, which bent into an exaggerated arc, clearly indicating that he had caught a big one. He excitedly shouted to a middle-aged man who was tidying up his fishing gear not far away, his face full of joy.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man rushed over excitedly to help catch the large bluefish, which was more than half his height.

The father and son smiled at each other and together placed the large bluefish into the fish basket.

However, just as the father got up to pack the fishing gear, the young man's smile faded, his eyes dimmed, and he sighed softly.

He lowered his head slightly, his gaze falling on the stone slab beneath his feet, where the scratches he had left over the past ten years of fishing remained, each one etched with the time he had spent there.

The middle-aged man finished packing up his fishing gear and turned around to notice his son's unusual behavior. He stopped what he was doing, walked over to his son, and without speaking immediately, simply raised his rough hand and gently patted his son's shoulder: "Wei, what's wrong? Aren't you happy to have caught such a big fish?"

The young man raised his head, a lingering sense of melancholy in his eyes. He shook his head, gazing at the distant grasslands and buildings with a wistful and longing look. "It's just that the thought of leaving here soon for a new home makes me feel a little empty."

He raised his hand and scratched his head, a hint of embarrassment on his face: "I migrated into this world ring with you when I was seven years old. It's been ten years. I know every blade of grass, every tree, every lake, and every body of water here better than I can remember."

"I fish, practice my skills, and chat with my neighbors here every day. I'm really happy these days." The young man's voice grew softer and softer, and his eyes welled up with tears.

"Silly child, migration is not the end, but a new beginning!"

The middle-aged man patted his son on the shoulder and continued, "Don't worry about things that can't be changed or haven't happened yet. All we can do is live each day happily and cherish the people around us."

"As for the future, what does it matter whether it's stormy or sunny?"

The middle-aged man paused, his gaze hardening, his tone filled with trust: "Moreover, I believe that under Mr. Meng's leadership, 'New Ziwei Star' will definitely be better than before, with a wider world and a brighter future!"

He reached out and wiped the tears from his son's eyes, patted him on the back, and said, "Don't worry, son. Pack your fishing gear, and we'll go home with your mother to prepare for the migration and welcome our new home together."

As the sunlight streamed down, the two figures standing side by side appeared increasingly longer...