The Undying Transmigrator

Book 2: Chapter 35: The First Sky Patrol Oath

Vol 2 Chapter 35: The First Sky Patrol Oath

Moments later, Mo Wen eliminated the demonic snakes within the mysterious turtle and incidentally shattered the mutated solar wheel in the sky.

Then, the construction of the new patrol giant ship commenced.

The people of the Xuanwu Imperial Dynasty repeatedly bowed in worship to their divine beast. Suppressing their sorrow, they channeled all their confusion into the flames of rage in their hearts, joining forces with the cultivators of the Chenyao Dynasty to forge weapons of vengeance from the bones of their civilization.

Countless spiritual mechanoids and artificial cultivators worked tirelessly, excavating mountains, carving the divine beast, using the mysterious turtle's shell as the core to complete the framework of the Xuanwu Giant Ship at maximum speed.

Unlike the world that imitated Mo Wen, this world was relatively weaker—without ley lines or many secret realms, its essence primarily concentrated in the mysterious turtle and fortresses.

Although the mysterious turtle had been killed and the fortresses destroyed, facing normal heavenly demon minions, the giant ship constructed from these materials would be sufficiently powerful.

In certain fortresses with exceptionally strong defensive capabilities serving special functions, they discovered civilization backups, the latest world coordinates, and some dormant individuals who appeared uncontaminated by the heavenly demons.

According to the dormant individuals' accounts, they underwent periodic hibernation for mental maintenance, only to awaken and find everything destroyed.

Mo Wen speculated this occurred because the sword strike that killed the mysterious turtle wasn't aimed at ordinary people—the aftershocks merely shattered others' mental faculties. Those in hibernation who completely missed detecting that sword strike wouldn't be incidentally killed by the vibrations.Most fortresses were destroyed by the mysterious turtle's impact, while some were damaged by later invading heavenly demon minions.

Naturally, the people of the Xuanwu Imperial Dynasty didn't detect that sword strike and couldn't imagine such a terrifying attack.

From their perspective, their Ancient Ancestor Xuanwu detected the invasion, revealed its colossal form, and rose to defend the sky, only to have its defenses breached from within by heavenly demon minions, resulting in its tragic demise. Most people had their mental faculties destroyed by the heavenly demon minions, but these minions had weak perception abilities and were too preoccupied devouring the ancient ancestor's corpse to conduct thorough extermination, leaving some dormant individuals behind.

The people of the Xuanwu Imperial Dynasty awakened the dormant individuals, collected their compatriots' bodies as material reserves, left Mo Wen's world coordinates for potentially returning exploration teams, then returned to Mo Wen's world aboard the Xuanwu Giant Ship.

Several days later, the Chenyao Dynasty dispatched several medium-sized ships, and the Xuanwu Imperial Dynasty completed its preliminary reorganization.

Before commencing search and rescue operations for other exploration fleets, the commander of the Xuanwu Giant Ship led the remaining people in conducting exceptionally serious diplomacy with the patrol giant ship.

Under the gaze of two civilizations and countless millions of people, the commander earnestly proposed to Mo Wen: "Divine Martial Emperor, we wish to form an alliance with you as the Xuanwu Vengeance Fleet."

A nearly annihilated civilization making such a request to a powerful civilization rather than submitting—not only seemed overly casual but could even be considered somewhat arrogant. Yet Mo Wen was pleased.

Under his relentless driving, the Chenyao Dynasty struggled desperately for survival, completely adapted to warfare, becoming a terrifying war machine that could even feed on heavenly demon minions, gradually losing the characteristics a civilization should possess.

Mo Wen couldn't predict what outcomes an alliance might bring, but using other types of civilizations as reference rather than conquering them might help him better adjust development strategies.

He hoped that in the distant future, people would develop the thought that "even if war is eternal, hope still remains"... preferably without heavenly demons.

"Agreed. I'm pleased you accepted my proposal. But I hope this isn't merely a simple vengeance alliance."

Mo Wen's gaze swept over the people of the Chenyao Dynasty. The authority of the strongest individual and emperor, combined with his repeated correctness, had made them entrust their civilization's direction completely to him. Even his casual acceptance of this alliance didn't prompt anyone to interrupt him.

Thus, he seized the moment to establish goals for this alliance on behalf of everyone.

"This is an alliance belonging to all intelligent life throughout the All Heavens."

"We will rescue every civilization trapped within the demonic tide, enabling them to prosper alongside our civilizations."

"We will share all technology, erasing national boundaries of knowledge."

"We will watch over and assist each other, jointly resisting powerful enemies."

"We will eradicate the heavenly demons, ending the demonic calamity."

"We will eliminate their corruption of spirit and distortion of flesh, rebuild destroyed worlds, and rewrite correct rules."

Mo Wen paused, then calmly declared to everyone once more the future he desired.

"Every civilization within the alliance will be equal in dignity."

"We will discard barriers between races, prohibit oppression and exploitation, ensuring every individual can develop their talents."

"We will end hunger and disease, shatter so-called natural disasters, break from the past, and use our own hands to create the future."

For a political entity unified under a single will with extreme centralization, such declarations were clearly problematic, and what he was about to say next amounted to even more unrealistic ravings.

"We will end warfare, enabling future generations to live in a peaceful world where life needn't be driven forward by whips but can choose freely."

Both the representatives of the Xuanwu Imperial Dynasty and the officials who had followed Mo Wen looked bewildered at this "peerless emperor."

What began as exploration for other Xuanwu Imperial Dynasty exploration teams and confirmed coordinates had somehow evolved into the Xuanwu Imperial Dynasty preparing to establish an alliance, with the Divine Martial Emperor responding in this manner.

Long Yunshui promptly elbowed a certain former emperor who had followed as a civil official, whispering: "Quick, immediately record these words in official jargon as the alliance declaration."

Then, considering another question, she directly asked Mo Wen loudly: "Hey, Brother Mo Wen, what should we call this alliance and its objectives?"

Mo Wen replied calmly: "Sky Patrol Alliance, Sky Patrol Oath."

"The formal oath-taking will wait until we rescue everyone and have enough civilizations to truly constitute an alliance."

The Xuanwu Imperial Dynasty representatives finally processed everything. The commander of the Xuanwu Fleet became exceptionally solemn, raising a fist to strike his chest: "I swear to the Sky Patrol Alliance—the Xuanwu Fleet will patrol the All Heavens."

They could have chosen to become a vengeance fleet, but that would mean completely abandoning their civilization's future.

"We will..."

He repeated the words Mo Wen had just spoken—not with passionate intensity but with solemn narration, striving to ensure more people could hear his voice.

Thus, he seized the moment to establish goals for this alliance on behalf of everyone.

Hope—what an extravagant word. In an era where lives died like weeds and everyone could only struggle desperately, someone genuinely wanted to make such a promise.

When the words ended, everything continued as normal.

As the primary responsible person for this exploration and rescue operation, Mo Wen announced:

"Fleet, set sail."