For the Dominator, a year is extremely short, not even enough to complete a short-term experiment. And for a civilization, this amount of time is even more insignificant.
But for the Natural Federation, the changes during this year were nothing short of earth-shattering.
The Ghost left the dimension and returned to the Natural Federation. In the Ghost Horror Clan Mother World, he met Youming.
"Clan Leader, I’m back."
In the church, the Ghost slightly bowed towards Youming, showing no disrespect despite his power surge.
Youming stood up and looked over the Ghost’s body.
"Not bad, the skills of that Miracle Wizard in flesh are indeed impressive."
The Ghost was a bit puzzled by the words; wasn’t it an Alchemy Wizard who gave him this body?
Youming saw the confusion in his heart and explained, "Alchemy Wizard is the fake name he used to deceive us; his real name is Miracle Wizard." Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
As he spoke, he walked to the Ghost’s side and spat out a crystal stone as red as blood.
"This is your memory backup. Your purification took a whole year this time, indicating deep pollution. With this purification, you may lose quite a bit of memory."
The Ghost was taken aback by these words. He has a memory backup?
Without hesitation, he immediately consumed the memory backup, and in the next moment, a tide of memories flooded into his brain.
Only then did the Ghost realize that he had lost nearly half of his memories.
A moment later, as the Ghost’s memory recovered, he immediately inquired about the Natural Federation’s affairs.
"I heard from the Miracle Wizard in the dimension that there’s no Ghost Horror Clan anymore, only Ghost Horror Members. What’s going on?"
"It’s very simple," Youming said calmly, "The Natural Federation joined the Wizard Alliance, and to compete for discourse power with other civilizations, the structure of the Natural Federation was reformed.
The previous pure racial divisions no longer exist. Now all worlds within the Natural Federation are Federation Worlds, shared by us, the Tree Spirits, and the Winged People."
The Ghost was startled by these words, instinctively patting his head to confirm if he was hallucinating. But the conclusion was that he was not.
This plan of his led to the disappearance of the Ghost Horror Clan.
"Ghost, look further ahead," Youming remarked calmly, "Racial integration within the Natural Federation is not a bad thing at all.
Now we no longer need to seek survival space through war as in the past."
The reason the Ghost Horror Clan was so eager for war was not only because war was the source of their prosperity, but also because their position was particularly awkward.
The Ghost Horror Clan’s territory was at the fringes of the World Community, and in the direction of world expansion were either the Curse Demon Empire or other races of the Natural Federation.
In the past, every territory expansion of the Ghost Horror Clan was like stealing food from other races.
But after racial integration, this biggest dilemma for the Ghost Horror Clan disappeared.
All worlds are Federation Worlds now; both survival space and future expansion directions are open to the Ghost Horror Clan.
The Ghost was speechless for a moment; this change was quite a shock to him.
After a while, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "So, we have now joined that Wizard Alliance?"
"And what about us and the Curse Demon Empire?"
Youming said breezily, "That’s for the Curse Demon to consider. If they wish to restart the war, other members of the Wizard Alliance will join as allies in our war."
The Wizard Alliance is not just an alliance against the Civilization Devourer; if members are attacked by other civilizations, the Wizard Alliance will provide support as well.
For a moment, the Ghost didn’t know what to say.
The change was too big.
In just a year’s time, the Ghost Horror Clan resolved its survival space issue and also unintentionally solved the Curse Demon problem.
"Let’s go out for a walk. We’ve acquired quite a few good things from the Wizard Alliance, let me show you," Youming suggested.
He indeed needed to re-acquaint himself with the Natural Federation.
Their first stop was the former Tree Spirit Mother World, now the capital of the Natural Federation.
Stepping out of the Dimension Gate, the Great World Tree saw the Ghost and raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Purified so quickly? Looking good too."
The Great World Tree walked up to the Ghost, looking him up and down with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Truly no pollution left."
The Ghost looked at the wooden giant before him, his eyes full of confusion.
This was the Great World Tree?
Why did it start using a human form?
Youming noticed the Ghost’s confusion and explained to him, "This old guy hid his past; he’s actually a World Fortress World Tree of the Shepherd Star Titan.
Now that the Titans have returned, he’s naturally returned to his roots."
"Titans have returned!?" The Ghost’s eyes widened suddenly, "The Titans still exist?"
"The old Shepherd Star Titans are gone; now they’re Abyss Titans," the Great World Tree replied with a smile.
Saying this, he looked at Youming and asked, "What brings you here this time? I haven’t heard about any significant progress in the artificial Corpse Bone Pit."
Artificial Corpse Bone Pit?
The ghost was struck dumb upon hearing the word again. It looked towards Youming and saw Youming nodding slightly.
"Hmm, technology sharing within the Wizard Alliance, we’ve gained a lot of new technologies. To absorb these new technologies, we’ve established the Natural Federation Research Institute.
The Artificial Corpse Bone Pit is one of the important projects.
If the research is successful, the Ghost Horror Clan’s reproduction won’t need to be limited to the Mother World anymore."
At this moment, the ghost was utterly at a loss for words.
The biggest factor limiting the development of the Ghost Horror Clan is the reproduction mechanism based on the Corpse Bone Pit of the Mother World. If Corpse Bone Pits could be created in other worlds, the potential of the Ghost Horror Clan would be completely released.
Following Youming to the Natural Federation Research Institute, it was an enormously grand building. A cold-colored concrete base, coupled with an enchanted metal framework, constructed a towering giant tower among countless Tree Spirits.
At its feet, any creature would marvel at the greatness of civilization.
"I must say, no race is completely perfect." Youming looked at the tower, a hint of helplessness flashing across his face, "The Wizards possess a high level of technology, but their aesthetics are really somewhat... practical."
"Was this designed by the Wizards?"
"Yes, and it’s designed by that Miracle Wizard. He said this structure is just right, simple and clear, very fitting for the institute’s qualities.
But if you ask me, can something without even a relief be called a building?"
Youming complained as he entered the tower, inside the tower, researchers from different races were conducting various experiments in different areas.
The ghost watched the Black Robed Wizards pass by hurriedly beside it, and the chubby Abyss Demons experimenting with potions not far away, feeling a bit bewildered for a moment. But it quickly realized that these were researchers from other civilizations.
"Are these members of other civilizations? They all look... quite unique."
Youming glanced around, pointing at those Abyss Demons, he introduced: "There’s not much to say about the other civilizations, but you should particularly remember these guys, they’re members of the Abyss Demon Civilization, staying with them is quite uncomfortable, but don’t just crush them outright."
The ghost nodded, firmly remembering Youming’s words.
The two strolled inside the institute, on the way, Youming began explaining the specifics of technology sharing.
"We obtain technology from the Alliance, and naturally, we must share our technology."
As he spoke, he pointed towards a group of Wizards studying a blood-colored crystal stone not far away.
"Our technology may be somewhat behind compared to the Wizard Alliance, but in some areas, it’s uniquely distinctive. The Corpse Blood Stone technology might seem unremarkable to us, but it’s different for other civilizations."
"Corpse Blood Stone?"
The ghost’s face flashed with a hint of bewilderment. Corpse Blood Stones are a common supply used by the Ghost Horror Clan to restore and energize their soldiers’ bodies.
Is this thing worth researching?
"This is the marvel of inter-civilizational exchanges." Youming sighed slightly, "What we find inconspicuous might be priceless treasures for other civilizations.
The Corpse Blood Stone technology for us is merely a strategic supply, but in the eyes of Wizards, it is a stable negative energy aggregate.
According to them, Corpse Blood Stones are valuable, whether as an energy source or as an armament, they have bright prospects in the future."
The ghost looked at the researching Wizards, thoughtfully nodding.
"...like the Artificial Corpse Bone Pit."
Scouting around, the ghost suddenly sensed an extremely unique aura in this institute.
An impulse towards positivity and vitality.
"Clan Leader, what should I do next?"
Youming patted its shoulder, nodding with satisfaction.
"You’re one of the rare intelligent ones among our Ghost Horror Clan, this institute needs a director to oversee it to avoid chaos."
The ghost slightly bowed.
The expansion of the Alliance has brought significant changes to the Natural Federation, but the impact on the war front has yet to become evident.
Although the Wizard Civilization and Natural Federation are adjacent, there are thousands of Flowing Light Years of distance between them, with a considerable number of native worlds in between, yet to be developed.
This means both civilizations must expand to connect with each other.
Moreover, due to the presence of the Curse Demon Empire, the Dominator of the Natural Federation can’t go to the front lines to fight the Civilization Devourer.
After all, nobody knows when the Curse Demon Empire might launch an attack.
The Natural Federation is no Civilization Devourer, ordinary worlds are defenseless to the Dominator.
Although the Natural Federation has joined the Wizard Alliance, it can’t afford to leave its home unguarded.
Richard’s spiritual power surged like a tide, constantly altering the soul in front of him.
The complex memories and intricate information gradually wove a web within the soul.
Suddenly, the soul’s body trembled.
Immediately, Richard withdrew his spiritual power, his face was filled with exhaustion, yet his eyes showed a hint of anticipation.
In the next moment, the soul form began to change, eventually turning into a clear-faced Titan.
He looked at Richard, his eyes shifting from confusion to surprise.
He hurriedly performed a Titan gesture, respectfully saying: