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Chen Miao looked at the huge hole in the sky on the live feed—a hole that collapsed like a black hole—and after his mouth twitched slightly for a long time, he finally bared his teeth and said, "Can this thing even be blocked?"

"Isn't that hole a bit too big?"

"Is it like a repeat of Nuwa mending the sky?"

"Even if Nuwa herself came, she'd probably be overwhelmed, and the Heavenly Court would have to come up with a new plan. It's just not realistic."

Indeed, that was the case.

The diameter of the hole was estimated to be around 10,000 meters, an exaggerated figure. If the hole were to discharge water fully, the amount of water drained every minute would be catastrophic.

Such a vast quantity of water, dropping from a height of 10,000 meters, would make even nuclear defense projects gasp if hit directly.

Right now, however, the water output from the hole didn't seem too great in the live footage—only one side was discharging water, and the flow was slowly accelerating.

"Alright."

Chen Miao quickly thought of a strategy, "If nothing unexpected happens, the goal of this global event probably isn't for us to mend the sky. That's totally beyond what's asked of us. Our objective should be to snatch those people who have tickets."

"Tickets can be fought over?"

"No."

With a helpless shake of his head, Hungry Monkey said, "If tickets could be fought over, the Federation wouldn't even bother with a global broadcast. They'd suppress the news as much as possible and try to seize as many tickets as they could, starting to select the ten million most valuable to human heritage.

"Society would've been in chaos already."

"It wouldn't be like this at all."

"The reason why the Federation is so earnest now, and why they've come out and said they will stand with Blue Star to the very end, is because these tickets are fixed and can't be snatched. Even if the person who owns a ticket dies, the ticket won't be left empty or transferred to someone else. It'll just be a vacant spot."

"That's good."

Chen Miao was silent for a moment before he turned to look at the people beside him, "It seems none of us are the lucky ones who got a ticket randomly?"

"No, otherwise we wouldn't have learned about this through the live broadcast."

"That doesn't make sense..."

Chen Miao didn't speak, just fell into deep thought. From what he knew so far, it was clear that the transcendentalization of the world was meant for the people on Blue Star to gradually evolve and become stronger.

Although there were crises from time to time, they were minor ones.

Even global crises like the opening of Hell's Gate last time had some solution. At the very least, the system would tell you what the solution was, such as keeping the death toll below a certain number within a stipulated time frame.

But this "Noah's Ark" event not only declared the death of nearly ten billion people, but also offered not even a hint of a solution.

Nothing at all.

It was like bluntly telling you that aside from the selected ones, everyone else had to die—a completely illogical situation. If they truly wanted to get rid of them, it wouldn't need to be so troublesome, nor would they have waited this long; they could have been killed off already.

"No."

Chen Miao shook his head and then looked up toward the far north, "We have to go check under that hole. There might be some answers there."

He could hide in the Hell Bus for 77 days, even at the bottom of the ocean for 77 days. Either way, he could survive, but Blue Star would be totally obliterated, meaning the reconstruction after 77 days would be a formidable Kung Fu task.

The entire human social system would be completely destroyed.

He wasn't quite ready to see the end of the world just yet.

"But..."

With hesitation, Hungry Monkey exchanged a look with Zhou Shen, "There are no roads to the deepest parts of The Land of Extreme Cold, that place is off-limits, and the Hell Bus can't reach it. Along the way, countless mysterious entrances block us, making it difficult to get there."

"We'll fly over."

Chen Miao didn't explain; he simply waved his hand, signaling Zhou Shen and Hungry Monkey to follow him, while the others stood by. With the Gatling—a less than qualified flying vehicle—it wasn't too difficult to get past the mystical entrances on the ground.

It would just test his mental capacity somewhat, and since there was nowhere to land, being away from the Heavenly Palace's protection for a long time and without the Constant Temperature System would be a great challenge to the body under the extreme cold.

But regardless.

They had to see it in person.

...

Half an hour later.

Chen Miao had already led Hungry Monkey and Zhou Shen to their destination. Above their heads, at an angle, was the "Heavenly Hole" they had seen in the live broadcast. Countless seas water cascaded down like a waterfall, carrying a strong scent of the sea, and slammed onto the ground relentlessly.

It had to be said that the sky was truly falling down above them.

The "Heavenly Hole" was indeed very close to them.

This was because the place was so cold. Any faster, and the icy winds, like blades, would mercilessly slash at their faces. If they had flown at full speed, they would have arrived in just over ten minutes, maybe even faster.

At the moment, tens of thousands of people had gathered, busy with something.

The ground, originally filled with all sorts of mystical entrances, had been cleared rapidly to make space, and various types of large equipment were being assembled on the ground.

"That's the Federation's TV station over there."

Hungry Monkey pointed to employees not far away fiddling with cameras on tripods, their expressions somewhat wistful as he said, "The Federation sure is quick. This is the very depths of The Land of Extreme Cold."

The Land of Extreme Cold had clouds filled with active lightning hanging in the sky all year round. After the world became supernatural, even the clouds froze, turning into metal lumps in the sky, resulting in an atmosphere planes simply couldn't penetrate—one hit and they'd be gone.

The air was extremely cold.

With the ground covered in dense entrances to the mystical, the place was beyond easy defense and hard attack—it was scarcely a place for humans to stay.

It was impressive that the Federation could set up such a large scale operation here in such a short time. Only how exactly they transported so many people and machines remained a question.

They had come by flying low.

In fact, only low-altitude flight was possible to reach this location, but such flights often couldn't last long and had nearly zero load capacity. Each heavy machine weighed tons, which low-altitude flight certainly couldn't manage.

They were able to come.

Because their base was already not far from the core of The Land of Extreme Cold, just a few steps away.

But the Federation had set out from the very edge of The Land of Extreme Cold. Relying purely on low-altitude flight, it was impossible to bring so many people and machines—just not possible.