The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

Let the Doppelganger Fly for a While: Part 2 - The Miracle of the Third Planet

(If you feel there's a disconnect between the first and second parts, you can stop reading after the first part ends. The first part is a complete story, and it's perfectly fine to consider 727 as the finale. The second part is more like a sequel.)

"Splash splash..."

On the vast sea, waves chased after seagulls, one after another, lapping against the shore of this small island.

At the very center of the island stands a giant human-shaped stone statue, sixty-six meters tall.

The face, figure, and clothing of the stone statue are very clear, as if they were an enlarged version of a real person.

He raised his hands high, as if to lift something up, as if he had the ambition to stand tall and upright.

There is a military camp on the island, where a large number of soldiers carrying high-tech weapons patrol in squads every day.

The island is even equipped with heavy weapons.

It displays combat mechs and aerospace fighters.

Judging from the proud faces of the soldiers, it seems that being stationed on this secluded island is a very proud thing.

Occasionally, tourists will visit the island.

They were all solemn and dignified, without any signs of joking or playing around, or as if they were just there for a visit.

On this day, two special "tourists" arrived on the island.

Using their special abilities, the two evaded the patrolling soldiers and arrived at the foot of the stone statue.

Both of them had white hair and beards and were quite old.

"Wade, who would have thought that someone with thick eyebrows and big eyes like you would 'betray' us?"

The speaker was Luo Ji, the former Marshal of the Second Army of the Blue Star Federation.

Vader, former Marshal of the Ninth Army of the Blue Star Federation.

Time has passed, and the world has changed. Now they are two elderly people in their twilight years.

The only thing that remains unchanged is that they still possess the power of divine intervention.

"Also? So, you survived because you betrayed us long ago?"

Luo Ji laughed heartily.

"I only tipped off Song Gua a few times."

I am grateful to the Chinese government for respecting the facts and for investigating the matter thoroughly. They believe that I have made amends for my past mistakes, and since I did not directly participate in the wars and persecutions against my compatriots, they did not hold me accountable, but simply relieved me of all my powers.

"Being relieved of my duties and power is great; I love a life of leisure."

Wade stood with his hands behind his back, his back already hunched.

"You have a long-term vision; you saw early on that the Heavenly Destiny Clan's plan could not succeed."

Luo Ji laughed again.

"I don't have the ability to foresee the future. I just wanted to see what the Celestial God Clan really was from the very beginning."

"Are you only pretending to accept divine intervention? Then you shouldn't be able to successfully change jobs."

"How could it be a lie? I sincerely desire the power of divine transformation, and I desperately yearn to be a true divine being, one who can live as long as the universe!"

Wade was somewhat speechless.

"You've fooled yourself. No wonder you were able to suppress your second soul later."

"You're not as good as Marshal Vid. You're practically a reserve Ancestral God Transformation. After being reborn with the Life Seed, you were still able to suppress your second soul and do things that the other side wouldn't allow you to do. You revealed the locations of all the Life Seeds. Amazing!"

Yes, Wade has made all the life seeds of divine transformation public.

The Shenzhuan who died in the final battle, as well as many others who were subsequently purged by the Chinese nation, directly lost the chance to be resurrected.

Wade has no regrets.

"I really believed them, otherwise I wouldn't have agreed to the divine intervention."

But Poison Ancestor, in order to live, actually used me as nourishment for him and killed me!

It is important to know that with each additional death, the suppression of the original soul by the second soul becomes more severe.

They showed such disrespect for my life, so I'll make sure they lose all their escape routes!

Luo Ji lit a cigarette, leaned against the stone statue of Song Gua, and shook his head bitterly.

"All your escape routes are ruined? You're too optimistic. Song Gua paid such a huge price, and all he did was clean up Earth. What about beyond Earth? Beyond the solar system?"

"Are they coming again?"

"In order to live to the end of the universe, they must obtain every source of life."

"The Chinese nation has already destroyed the Divine Fire Altar, how could they still find this place?"

"The absence of the divine fire altar merely removes external forces, depriving the Celestial Gods of the direct and easy method of 'descent' to obtain the source. But that doesn't mean they can't fly over directly."

Wade and Luo Ji looked up at the sky at the same time.

Perhaps, at this very moment, in some corner of the universe.

Or perhaps, a spaceship filled with the Celestial Race is approaching.

Or, on some unknown planet, a group of divine beings are setting up an array, about to travel through space.

Or perhaps they physically traversed the universe, flying there on foot.

no one knows.

The only certainty is that they will come again, sooner or later.

"Now, there are only two of us professionals left on Earth, right?"

"The Divine Fire Altar is gone, the Profession Stones are gone, and now that the two of us have grown old and died, does humanity really intend to use technological power to defeat the Celestial Gods?"

"I heard that they have made new discoveries and applications of the fundamental power of life, and may create a new cultivation system."

"Another force is about to rise."

"Yes, this world is likely to be in turmoil again."

Under the setting sun, two elderly people leaned against the stone statue of Song Gua, sometimes looking at the sky, sometimes looking at the sea.

Soon.

A grand ceremony commemorating the centenary of the death of Emperor Song was solemnly held on Songgua Island.

Chen Junkun, the current ruler of the Earth, stands on a high platform below the Song Gua stone statue.

All around were 100,000 elite troops from various branches of the Chinese army, standing solemnly and respectfully.

The outer perimeter is populated by the general public.

Because the island is very small, too many people come, and the island simply cannot accommodate them all.

This resulted in the spectacular scene of the entire island being completely surrounded by tens of thousands of ships.

Since there wasn't enough room on the island, people stood on the decks of ships to look out over all of this.

There were still people in the sky.

Airships, anti-gravity aircraft, large manned aircraft, etc., are all filled with people.

Of course, these flying objects hovered no more than sixty meters above the ground, ensuring that they did not exceed the height of the stone statue.

Chen Junkun delivered a speech.

"How can we forget the great scientist Hua Tielan's paternal love, treating him as his own son, and sacrificing himself for his safety!"

How can we forget that the ancient city in the sky watched over us for three thousand years, never seeing a glimpse of the world outside, yet its people were tragically wiped out!

How can we forget that the Jia clan searched for generations and finally obtained the light of the sky, which they then used to express their gratitude to their ancestors!

How can we forget Zhang Beihai, who faced the wall for a thousand years, enduring hardship and persevering for the continuation of humankind's flame!

How can we forget that the founding father, Zhou Tak, climbed the tree of science and technology, changed the face of humanity, and promoted the reconciliation between heavenly beings and earthly beings!

How can we forget Wang Miao, the former head of the Special Bureau, who bravely sacrificed himself to awaken Wan Jianyi!

How can we forget Wan Jianyi, the former head of the Special Bureau, who turned the tide in a desperate situation, betrayed his allies, and ventured alone into the enemy's lair!

How can we forget the Twelve Heavenly Kings of the Resistance, who sacrificed their lives for righteousness and died heroically!

How can we forget that bandits guarded the nation's borders and sacrificed their lives for the country in times of crisis!

How can we forget those who sacrificed themselves to mend the sky!

His words carried a mournful tone, like some kind of poetry that transcends the sea of ​​time.

suddenly.

The sky darkened.

A line of blood-red symbols appeared.

These symbols are eerie and terrifying, each resembling the face of a demon.

Soon, these symbols began to tremble and recombine, piecing together Chinese characters that the people below could understand.

"Target confirmed. Remaining journey: one thousand years!"