340: A dying universe is sending a distress call to Lu Chen!

The "South Heaven Gate" space station, highest jump platform.

A pitch-black, ghost-like giant ship had already finished preheating.

This was the upgraded "Xuanyuan".

It was no longer as sharp and aggressive as before; instead, it was as restrained as a black hole.

This was because its hull was forged from ten thousand Level 5 civilization "Causality cores"—the [Absolute Void Armor].

"All supplies have been loaded."

"One thousand 'Xingtian' mechas have entered standby mode."

"Commander Lu, we can depart at any time."

Ye Qingcang stood on the command platform, waving his hand with a grand air of "The wind soughs and the Yi River is cold."

"Depart."

Lu Chen sat in the captain's chair, casually giving the order while holding Lu Xinghe, who was frantically sucking on a milk bottle.

"Target: Abyss coordinates."

"Full speed..."

"Beep—!!!"

Just as the engine had begun to spew blue tail flames.

A sharp alarm, like nails scraping against glass, abruptly exploded throughout the command room.

It wasn't a red combat alarm.

It was a heart-palpitating... gray.

"What's going on?"

Ye Qingcang almost drew his blade. "Did those bastards from the Abyss launch a sneak attack?"

"No... it's not a sneak attack."

Su Qingying's fingers blurred across the holographic screen, her expression becoming extremely strange.

"It's a signal."

"A... very weak signal, as if it's about to draw its last breath."

"A signal?"

Lu Chen frowned and handed his son to the nearby nanny robot (which was actually a modified former leader of the Mechanical God Clan).

"Where is it from? The Abyss?"

"No."

Su Qingying shook her head and pointed to a dark corner on the star map that was originally empty and not even marked with "001."

"It's right next to us."

"In a place less than three 'Dimensional Scales' away from Universe No. 9832."

"There... a universe is hidden."

"Hidden?"

Wang Peng (Fatty) leaned over. "Are they using a 'stealth hack' just like us?"

"It's worse than that."

Tiangong's virtual image appeared, her voice low.

"It's not stealth."

"It's... dying."

"Its 'Bubble Wall' has completely shattered, and its internal physical laws are collapsing."

"Like a leaking balloon, it's being swallowed by the chaotic void of the Multiverse."

"And in the final second before it completely disappears..."

Tiangong paused and looked at Lu Chen.

"It sent a distress message on all frequency bands."

"Moreover, this message was written in..."

"[Pangu Underlying Code]."

Boom!

Lu Chen stood up abruptly.

The laziness in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by two intimidating beams of divine light.

"pangu code?"

"Is there someone else in this world with administrator privileges besides me?"

Lu Chen strode to the star map, staring intently at the tiny dot flickering with a faint gray light.

"Translate it."

"Let's see what it actually says."

"Decoding..."

"Decoding complete."

An intermittent voice, filled with static yet permeated with endless despair, echoed in the command room.

"Sizzle... Help... help..."

"Don't go... don't go to the Abyss..."

"It's a trap... it's a... pig farm..."

"I am a survivor of Universe No. 0001..."

"I was once... a winner..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

It was as if the person speaking had failed to catch their last breath and passed away.

Dead silence.

The command room was deathly silent.

Everyone felt a chill run from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads.

Number 0001?

The original universe?

A former winner?

"That's... a lot of information."

Wang Peng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Brother Chen, does this guy mean he also participated in that 'Myriad Races Hegemony' thing?"

"And he even won?"

"He won, yet he ended up in this ghostly state."

Lu Chen rubbed his chin, his eyes as deep as a pool.

"It seems that 'Augustus' didn't tell the truth."

"He said winning allows you to take the World Origin and be promoted to a Supervisor."

"Now it seems..."

Lu Chen sneered, pointing heavily at the gray dot of light.

"The consequence of winning is being squeezed dry of every last drop of value, then tossed away like trash."

"Then are we still going?"

Ye Qingcang hesitated slightly. "Since we know it's a pit..."

"We go, of course we go."

Lu Chen straightened his collar, the madness in his eyes intensifying.

"But I have a habit."

"Before going to someone else's house for dinner, I like to do a background check."

"Since there's a ready-made 'victim' right next door."

"We might as well..."

Lu Chen waved his hand abruptly, and the course originally pointing toward the Abyss instantly folded ninety degrees!

"Let's go check out this Universe No. 0001 first!"

"I want to see with my own eyes."

"Just what kind of state those so-called 'winners' have been tortured into!"

"Pass the order!"

"The whole army, turn!"

"Target: Ghost Realm No. 0001!"

"If there are living people, save them."

"If they are dead..."

Lu Chen narrowed his eyes, looking at the collapsing darkness.

"Then fish out the corpses!"

"I want to dissect them!"

"I want to find the cheating methods of that Abyss Gamble from their corpses!"

Buzz—!!!

The massive "Xuanyuan" drew a perfect arc in the void.

Carrying a thousand murderous "Xingtian," it charged toward that ancient universe about to be annihilated... Half an hour later.

When the fleet passed through the shattered universe barrier and entered the interior of Universe No. 0001.

Everyone was stunned by the sight before them.

There were no stars here.

There was no light.

There were only... corpses.

Endless corpses.

Massive, planet-sized biological skeletons floated in the void.

Shattered wreckage of warships, with technology far surpassing that of the Earth Federation, covered the entire horizon.

And at the very center of this dead universe.

There floated a solitary, rusted... Golden Throne.

On the throne sat a withered corpse.

Though he had been dead for eons, he still maintained a posture of looking up at the firmament.

In those hollow eye sockets, there seemed to remain a monstrous hatred for the "Abyss."

"This... this is the winner?"

Wang Peng shuddered in fear.

"No."

Lu Chen stood on the bridge, his gaze piercing through the endless death and landing on the hands of that corpse.

There, it tightly gripped a black stone tablet.

"That is... a last testament."

Lu Chen took a deep breath and stepped out of the warship.

"Let's go."

"Let's listen to this senior's..."

"Final advice."