I can push my cultivation progress to the end

The shock hadn't subsided when Li Hai eagerly used the Chaotic Bow again, this time looking at the disc-shaped object further down inside the iron box.

Then, he saw rows and columns clearly labeled on the surfaces of the discs below:

《… Death Realm Ecosystem… Investigation and Research…》

《Death Realm Planning Bureau, Sixth… Large-Scale Defense Project… Plan》

《Dissection… Records of Advanced Death Realm Residents》

《Death Realm Ancient Civilization Ruins… Investigation and Research…》

“What are these?!”

Li Hai was even more confused. “What is the Death Realm? Is it a place? The Netherworld? The Underworld? The Yellow Springs?

This… They can even build a Planning Bureau in the Underworld? Is the Wu Xian Federation that awesome?!”

“What are these Advanced Death Realm Residents? Death Realm Ancient Civilization… Is there civilization in the Underworld? And ruins? That large-scale defense project… Isn't it meant to defend against them?”

Okay, so this world has a bunch of prehistoric civilizations, and now there's this Death Realm. Just the name sounds bizarre.

Somewhat bewildered, Li Hai then subconsciously looked at the discs buried even deeper below these few.

He saw that these were prominently labeled:

《Third High-Level Meeting with the Main Civilization of Interface Four… Detailed Records of Discussions on… Topics》

《…Ninth Exploration of Ruin Number 437 in Interface Six…》

《…Colonial Administration Bureau of Interface Three… Suppressing Natives…》

《…Multi-Interface… Strategic Alliance… Communication Meeting… Records》

This made Li Hai involuntarily recall a meme from his previous life on Earth.

That is, if the Dragon Country and the United States, which are like fire and water, suddenly eliminated their conflicts and joined forces one day, what would that represent?

For this question, there are usually several answers.

For example… the Trisolarans, an alien civilization, have descended, Father is back with Yuri and a million steel soldiers, Cthulhu has crawled ashore from the Atlantic Ocean.

In any case, all of them represent death and despair.

So suddenly, Li Hai, who originally thought he was very powerful, felt his sense of security plummet.

Damn, he can't even withstand an atomic bomb, and so many strange things are popping up.

Not to mention the so-called Death Realm Ancient Civilization and Inter-Interface Civilizations, he simply can't beat the Wu Xian Federation's mech legions or space battleships.

Not to mention the unknown origin that caused the frequent destruction of prehistoric civilizations, and the unknown enemy that forced multiple interface civilizations to join forces to deal with, he can't deal with it either.

In short… it's really outrageous~

“Hoo~”

Li Hai exhaled somewhat dizzyingly and muttered, “It should be the end, right? The most dangerous is just like this, right? What other outrageous enemies will there be? Could there be a Nullifier throwing two-dimensional foils everywhere?”

Muttering, he looked at the few discs at the very bottom of the pile inside the iron box, only to see them vaguely labeled:

《…Civilization Cycle… Theoretical Research…》

《…Spherical World Conjecture…》

《…Off-World Migration Plan…》

《…Despairism Ideology…》

《Complete Record of Wills of All Citizens of the Wu Xian Federation》

《Civilization Seed Preservation Plan》

《…Those Who Read This Fragment… Must Know That Life, All Things… Are Meaningless… Everything Is Sad… And Will Eventually Perish…》

《…Golden Doomsday… The End of All Principles… The Meaning of the End…》

Just as Li Hai's eyes widened as he skimmed over the discs, eventually stopping on a certain disc labeled with the vague small words “Golden Doomsday”.

A terrifying sense of crisis, as if it would completely explode his entire being from head to toe, suddenly appeared, and at the same time transformed into a kind of almost physiological severe pain that suddenly spread throughout his entire body.

“Ah!”

Li Hai roared to the sky, the huge roar suddenly shaking the surrounding lake water into layers upon layers of continuous turbulent currents.

But at this moment, the always silent [Study Hard and Make Progress Every Day] system suddenly issued a series of intense continuous alarms in Li Hai's mind:

“Warning! Host has come into contact with a source of malicious information, which will cause serious consequences.”

“Warning! Host has come into contact with a source of malicious information, which will cause serious consequences.”

…

“To ensure the safety of the host, the maliciousness of the information has been purified and the source of transmission has been completely blocked. Please do not touch it again.”

After issuing this final reminder message, the system went silent again, and Li Hai finally recovered.

“Hoo~ Hoo~ Hoo~ Damn, this is… Hoo… what's going on?”

Li Hai, panting and constantly spitting out bubbles, bared his teeth and said, “Just looking at a few words, why did it become like this?”

Li Hai didn't quite understand, but it didn't prevent him from developing great, great fear of the words—Golden Doomsday.

Just looking at it once resulted in this.

What exactly is this Golden Doomsday…?

Is it a phenomenon? Or a living thing?

Or… is it an unknown thing that is neither a phenomenon nor a living thing?

And this iron box, which clearly belongs to the Wu Xian Federation, why does it contain a disc recording information about the Golden Doomsday?

Could it be that what destroyed the Wu Xian civilization was that unknown Golden Doomsday?

Li Hai didn't know any of this.

He only knew that he absolutely, absolutely could not look at the bottom disc in the iron box again.

Because the feeling just now, which was even more painful than crushing his entire body, was really unbearable.

So Li Hai frowned, opened the portal and threw the iron box into the Gui You Cave Heaven, then reached out and took the small bronze mirror that looked like a Qimen magic artifact.

When he took the bronze mirror and subconsciously rubbed the frame a few times, the mirror suddenly vibrated and burst into light, gathering above the mirror surface at a height of about a palm, weaving and combining into a circle of wax-yellow light screen about half a person in size.

After this light screen appeared, it was like boiling water, with waves rolling and undulating continuously, as if something was about to crawl out of it.

Just as Li Hai wondered whether to insert the steel whip into it to stir it up, the light screen suddenly became as calm as a waveless ancient well, and a clear and indifferent male voice came from it:

“Hmm? Is that you, Salt Slave? Why are you looking for me?”