150: Chapter 150 Transforming the Pangu Ship: From an Illegal Structure to the Thirty-Three Heavens

Starry Sky Ancient Road, During the Return Voyage – Synchronous Orbit of pangu-003.

If any alien bystanders happened to pass by at this moment, they would witness a scene so bizarre it would shatter their worldview. The colossal blue planet—the Cultivation World—was not rotating like a normal planet. It resembled a Rubik's Cube in a deity's hand, undergoing a dazzling "spatial reorganization."

The earth trembled, not in destruction, but in rebirth. The continental plates, once spread flat across the surface, were now being gently but inexorably "tilted upwards" by a soft, golden force of law. It was as if a flat scroll was being rolled into multi-layered concentric cylinders, or like a mille-feuille pastry being folded into different dimensional layers.

Li Mo stood amidst the raging winds of the high-altitude stratosphere, his long robe fluttering wildly. From the tip of the spring and autumn brush in his hand flowed golden ink. With each stroke, he delineated a new dimensional boundary in the void.

"Space, fold," Li Mo uttered softly.

BOOM—!!!

Following his command, the entire planet rumbled with what sounded like joyous thunder. The once-crowded, chaotically-styled surface instantly became pristine. The factories belching black smoke, the abyssal fissures spewing magma, and the Tentacle Monsters crawling everywhere all vanished from the surface, sinking into the newly folded "lower spaces."

[System Prompt: Zoning plan has taken effect.] [Current structure: Thirty-Third Heavens (concentric spherical dimensional nesting structure).]

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First to Tenth Heavens: [Netherworld Heavy Industry Layer]

This was the space folded at the very bottom, pressed against the planet's core. There was no sunlight here, only the dim red glow emanating from the core and countless thick Titan Geomantic Vein conduits flowing with eerie blue energy. The air was thick with the smell of sulfur, machine oil, and purified corpse Qi.

For ordinary people, this was Hell. But for the Scrap Iron Clan and the Kunlun Corpse Soldiers, this was practically the Promised Land flowing with milk and honey.

"Heavenly! Absolutely heavenly!" General Gu (Corpse Soldier Commander) was lying in a massive [Earth Fiend Magma Pool], his upper body bare (though it was all ribs). This pool was specially designed by Li Mo as their "maintenance pool," containing not only high-temperature magma but also, through rule conversion, the high-purity industrial exhaust emitted by the Scrap Iron Clan. "This aroma! Perfect! Much better than the damp, gloomy Graveyard of the Gods! Feels like the rust between my bones is getting melted away!" General Gu groaned with pleasure, sounding like a pig being slaughtered, and casually picked up a nearby Titan alloy steel pipe, scrubbing himself vigorously as sparks flew.

Beside him, T-9 was leading a group of Scrap Iron Clan technicians, using the terrifying heat of the planetary core for high-intensity forging operations. Clang! Clang! Clang! Countless mechanical arms swung massive hammers, forging the Starsteel salvaged from the pirate fleet into standard armor plates. "Efficiency increased by 300%!" T-9 reported excitedly. "The gravity coefficient here is ten times that of the surface, perfect for compressing metal density! I plan to replace all the main gun barrels of our ship with 'high-density Starsteel'—hard enough to withstand a neutron star impact!"

This was the ship's "power heart" and "armory." A continuous stream of energy and weapons would flow from these ten dark Heavens to the upper worlds.

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Eleventh to Twentieth Heavens: [Abyssal Neon Layer]

Passing through the thick industrial barrier, the aesthetic instantly shifted. Gone was the hardcore steel and fire, replaced by a psychedelic, cyberpunk-inspired world. The once-chaotic abyssal aura had been refined by Li Mo's laws into colorful neon spiritual lights. Countless suspended light-rail trains zipped through this layer, connecting thousands upon thousands of floating islands of varying sizes.

This was the paradise of the Tentacle Monsters and the ship's "logistics hub" and "commercial district."

"Make way! Make way! Abyssal Express Delivery! Mission critical!" A Tentacle Monster, riding a modified [Lightwheel 2000 Flying Sword] (with an insulated box attached to the back), sped along the light rail. Its insulated box contained freshly made [Void Realm Pissing Beef Balls], destined for the Thirty-Third Heaven as the Dean's midnight snack.

The streets were lined with all sorts of uniquely-styled shops: [Balrog Barbecue Flagship Store]: Several Balrogs dressed in maid outfits (Li Mo's mischievous taste) stood at the entrance, grilling meat with demonic fire. [Star Spirit Divination Hut]: Run by Star Spirit Navigator's Star Spirit kin, specializing in fortune-telling for passing Cultivators (actually using big data analysis). [Tentacle Massage Parlor]: Specializing in "multi-tentacle synchronous pressure," highly popular among Cultivators who often stayed up late cultivating and suffered from lumbar muscle strain.

This place was bustling, noisy, and full of life. The once-feared abyssal creatures had become the hardest workers here, using their tentacles and magic to maintain the flow of goods throughout the ship.

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Twenty-First to Thirtieth Heavens: [Mortal Settlement Layer]

Ascending further, the aesthetic returned to tranquility and peace. This was the dwelling place for ordinary Mortals, low-level Cultivators, and the Great Zhou Dynasty. Thanks to spatial folding technology, the land area here was ten times larger than before. Once-crowded cities became spacious; farmlands stretched into vast tracts. The sky overhead was no longer the dark Universe but a [Holographic Sky Dome] simulating blue skies, white clouds, and even a sun, moon, and stars (actually luminous Magic Treasures placed in the Thirty-Third Heavens).

"A miracle... This is a miracle!" The Empress of Great Zhou (Ling'er's successor) stood on the palace balcony, gazing at this layered, fairyland-like world with tears of emotion. "Old Ancestor (Li Mo) truly brought us to the heavens! This is the true Ascension of an entire nation!"

Here, the concentration of Spiritual Qi was controlled within a gentle range, sufficient to prolong life but not strong enough to cause Mortals to explode. Countless newly built [Cultivation Elementary Schools] and [Talisman Technical Schools] sprang up. "Master mathematics, Physics, and chemistry, and Cultivation will take you everywhere!" "Which school has the best excavator skills? Look to Tianhe in the Thirty-Third Heavens!" Red banners with slogans hung all over the streets and alleys, the entire civilization brimming with vitality.

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Thirty-First to Thirty-Third Heavens: [Tianhe Academy Layer]

This was the top layer of the ship and Li Mo's direct domain. Free from gravitational constraints, it floated at the boundary between the starry sea and the atmosphere. Mist swirled, and cranes flew together (mechanical bionic cranes used for security monitoring). Top Sects like the Wanfa Immortal Sect and the Heavenly River Sword Sect had been relocated here.

And on the highest, Thirty-Third Heaven, stood only one solitary yet immensely grand structure—the [Tianhe Academy (formerly the Scripture Pavilion)].

It was no longer a small, dilapidated building but a divine palace floating amidst the clouds, constructed from countless books and laws of reality. A colossal [Jianmu Divine Tree] (the former Great Zhou national tree, now the central elevator), which pierced through all Thirty-Three Heavens, had its roots anchored in the core of the First Heaven, its crown supporting this divine palace.

"Hah..."

Li Mo stood on the observatory platform of the divine palace, looking down at the planet beneath his feet—now completely renewed and intricately structured. A flicker of satisfaction passed through his eyes. "This is a place fit for an Administrator." "That previous shabby single room was too pathetic."

He turned and looked behind him. There stood his core team: Butcher Xiao (wearing a suit but holding a wrench, current head of the Engineering Department). Lei Wanjun (hair as messy as a bird's nest, current head of the Research Department). Star Spirit Navigator (dressed in Star Spirit priestess robes but holding bubble tea, current head of the Navigation Department). The Emperor of Great Zhou (current head of the Logistics Department). And miniature versions of General Gu and T-9.

"Everyone," Li Mo began, his voice calm yet exuding an air of absolute control. "The renovation is complete." "Our ship now meets S-class civilization standards in terms of firepower, defense, and quality of life." "However..."

Li Mo's tone shifted, his gaze turning profound. "It's not enough." "The Author entrusted this world to me, not for me to retire." "While the ship is repaired, the people on it... are becoming too complacent."

He pointed downwards at the Thirty-Third Heavens. "The Mortals are living in peace and prosperity; the Cultivators are cultivating step-by-step." "That's good, but it's also boring." "Without crisis, there is no evolution. Without variables, the story ends." "And I hate bad endings the most."

"Dean, what do you mean then..." Butcher Xiao asked cautiously, "Are we going to go plunder... I mean, visit a few more alien civilizations?"

"No," Li Mo shook his head. "I'm tired of fighting monsters out there." "We're going to have... a closed beta."

Li Mo turned and walked into the main hall, approaching the massive desk. On it lay a wordless celestial tome emanating an aura of Chaos (the Administrator Privilege book brought from the Place of Origin). He picked up the spring and autumn brush and wrote four large characters on its pages:

[the fourth calamity].

"Star Spirit Navigator," Li Mo called. "Here!"

"Connect to the 'Myriad Worlds Network.'" "Broadcast a recruitment advertisement across all realms." "Say..." The smile on Li Mo's lips grew wider and wider, like a mischievous child about to unleash a devil.

"Say: [pangu online] open beta begins." "Featuring the most realistic Physics engine (real Cultivation)." "The grandest world view (Thirty-Third Heavens)." "The most intelligent NPCs (that's us)." "Welcome, all 'players'... to descend."

"Players?" Everyone was stunned. "Dean, you mean... we're going to summon Outer Realm Heavenly Demons?" Lei Wanjun asked in horror.

"No, something more terrifying than Outer Realm Heavenly Demons," Li Mo said meaningfully. "They are a bunch of... lunatics who will grind for gear for three days and nights straight, jump off cliffs ten thousand times just to see the scenery, and pester NPCs (you guys) to death over a single quest."

"But..." Li Mo looked out the window at the starry sky, his eyes gleaming with calculation. "They are also the best free labor force." "For our ship to truly ascend to a divine kingdom, relying on just us few isn't enough." "We need an army of thousands." "And these players... are our army of thousands."

"Prepare for the impact, department heads." Li Mo closed the book. "A new era... has begun."

[System Prompt: Administrator instruction has taken effect.] [Cross-realm Summoning Array: Activating...] [Target Locked: Blue Planet (and other parallel Universes).] [Estimated countdown to arrival of first wave of players: 24 hours.]