The Cyber Galaxy of Cultivation

The sky is filled with sand and dust, and the ground is like a roasting cage.

This is an extremely hot gray Gobi. The stars overhead emit blue light and it does not seem to be hot at all.

But when the cold light radiation hit the earth, it caused the entire earth to emit a scorching temperature.

Nan Ling lowered his head and rode a floating motorcycle, driving rapidly in this Gobi wasteland.

He was wearing an old-looking gray artificial leather one-piece suit, which was slightly bulky and wrapped around himself, covering his entire head, and his eyes were wearing a pair of lenses that could block strong radiation.

Don't underestimate this artificial leather that looks to have faded. The material itself can withstand the radiation of the stars above. Although the built-in constant temperature system may occasionally have problems, it can still keep him warm in the high outdoor temperatures of 70 to 80 degrees. normal activities.

The ancient seal character "风" printed on the chest of this jumpsuit shows that it is an employee uniform of the Feng Consortium.

Nan Ling lowered her body and sat on the floating motorcycle, and came all the way to a crack in the Gobi desert.

He stopped, rolled over from the hoverbike, then grabbed the padlock on the back of the hoverbike and fell straight into the ground.

He is a maintenance worker of the Wind Consortium and is responsible for regular maintenance of the leyline beacon beneath this ground fissure.

He descended all the way, his movements were light and skillful, and he was obviously very qualified for the current job.

As the sling was lowered, Nan Ling's body was gradually engulfed in darkness.

The cracks in the ground extended downward, and the rock walls on both sides began to open up.

Nan Ling was rappelling alone in the empty underground space, but suddenly hummed a song.

"Buru biu~Buru biu~Buru biu~"

This dark space suddenly started rocking.

Nan Ling shook her head and climbed down, not minding that her body was swaying in the underground space.

The tone-deaf voice hummed this weird accent, and there was actually quite a bit of charm in it.

At this moment, a somewhat irritable voice suddenly came from his ear: "That's enough for you!"

"What did I do wrong? The consortium wants to send you to torture me!"

A woman's voice screamed in Nan Ling's ear.

Nan Ling didn't care at all. He said, "Come on, our terms are all three years, right? It will be three years in five months, and then the consortium will send someone to replace us."

"Now, you'd better shut up, woman, and I'll call you when I need you."

The woman's voice in my ear also sounded angrily: "Very well, kid, when you come up in five months, I will beat you up!"

Nan Ling didn't care at all and still hummed his little song...

Anyway, he only saw that woman once three years ago and forgot what she looked like. Now he only remembers what her voice sounded like.

However, at this moment, his descending figure stopped abruptly.

He looked up and felt the irregular vibrations coming from the chains, and knew what was going on.

He said helplessly: "Okay, it's stuck again."

"Woman, remember to deliver a set of hinges to me next time."

A woman's voice sounded: "I know, noisy!"

Nan Ling then lowered his head and looked down. The goggles had turned on the night vision function, and he soon saw a boss at the drop of about twenty meters below.

That was the end of his descent.

But now that he was stuck in mid-air, he didn't panic at all. With a little force on his waist and abdomen, he had already swung towards the platform over there.

In mid-air, his swing force did not move very far to the position of the ledge, because he did not swing his body fully at all.

But the next moment, there was a strong gust of wind behind him, driving him quickly towards the ledge for a long distance.

However, he did not fall directly to the ledge from a height of 20 meters, but landed on the rock wall above the ledge. Grappling hooks suddenly popped out of the tool slots on the backs of his hands, scraping the rock wall all the way down. .

After bringing up a large amount of dust, Nan Ling let go again and finally landed on the ledge and stood firmly.

It's like knowing Qinggong.

A voice rang in Nan Ling's ear: "Every time I see you like this, I'm scared. I guess your 'Wind Control Technique' is already at LV3, right?"

Nan Ling shrugged and said, "Who told you that the hinges you send are always prone to problems?"

"I was forced to practice this."

The woman said: "There is no way, the radiation of OB7561 is too powerful. Although the winch has been treated with radiation protection, it will be exposed to the radiation environment for a long time every time it is used, so the performance cannot be guaranteed."

Nan Ling said: "Okay, this can't change the fact that Feng Financial Group is reluctant to give good things to a small worker like me."

The woman said calmly: "But every time you work, you can get a lot of compensation. In the past three years, your compensation has been more than twice mine!"

"For the sake of money, don't complain."

This is a dangerous job that requires endurance of loneliness, so the pay will be much higher than the jobs provided by normal wind consortiums.

Nan Ling stopped talking and continued walking towards the passage ahead.

This passage was man-made, and it was a smooth slope that sloped downward. In the early years when there was not much dust, he could even slide all the way down.

It's just that he doesn't dare to slide down anymore. If his work clothes are scratched again in the process, he will be in danger of being exposed to radiation when he goes back.

Walked for about twenty minutes.

He came to a small underground space.

The rock here is tight and no longer in the cracked layer.

In the middle of this small stone room is a device in operation.

Just like the Bagua altar, there were long poles supported by special metal inserted into the ground in each direction, and then there were Bagua graphics and runes that Nan Ling didn't recognize on the ground. It looked like a cult altar to him.

But this is just a formation. In the words of the Feng Consortium, this is one: Planet Earth Marrow Extraction Array Type 4.

What Nan Ling had to do was also very simple. He took out a sphere with bright white light from his toolbox, then turned on an energy device at the center of the earth marrow extraction array, and used another one that had dimmed its light. The sphere was removed and a new sphere was installed.

He did not throw away the replaced sphere, but put it back in the tool box and took it back. When the time comes, it can be returned to the woman and can be recharged for use.

In fact, these spheres are spiritual energy tanks, used to power the earth marrow extraction array.

When Nan Ling looked up, he could see a small half bottle of about 200cc of red gelatinous substance tumbling in the transparent container above the extraction array.

That is the marrow of the earth.

It has extremely high value in this era.

Of course, there are only 72 extraction points set up on the entire planet OB7561, and he is responsible for maintaining 14 of them.

On this entire vast planet, there are only five people doing the same job, plus one woman who provides them with logistical services in the outer orbital space station.

After skillfully completing the replacement of the energy core, Nan Ling only needs to come back in five months to collect the final container containing the earth marrow.

He returned to the entrance to the passage outside and looked down at the deep cracks in the ground below.

Originally there should have been a river of magma flowing through here, but now there is nothing.

The planet is dying.

Even though the surface of the earth is very hot due to the radiant star light, the underground core has already cooled down.

Without flowing magma, the planet's magnetic field will continue to weaken, resulting in an inability to resist radiation from stars and solar storms.

So much so that the planet's atmosphere is being stripped away rapidly.

Of course, this was not important to Nan Ling. His eyes quickly locked on the chain twenty meters high, and then...

An ethereal spiritual power spread out from his chest, and then controlled the surrounding wind under the control of his will.

And he suddenly jumped up, and then there was a strong wind behind him, and he climbed rapidly into the sky.

‘Wind control! ’

This is what Nan Ling thinks is unreasonable in this era.

It's obviously a future interstellar era, but why is the technology tree tilted in the direction of cultivating immortals?