Moon · Edge of Mare Tranquillitatis.

Shadowy region of a massive crater.

The lunar regolith under Zhou Qi’s boots made a faint sound, like crushed glass powder, a sound that, in the absolute vacuum of silence, existed only within the mental simulation constructed by his planetary-level senses.

In front of him.

The massive, dark structure was half-buried in the lunar soil and shattered rock, like an ancient tusk piercing out from deep within the Moon’s core.

Zhou Qi’s gaze swept over it, then turned to the wreckage of the giant ship violently torn apart beside it.

The latter was hundreds of meters long, its fractured edges jagged, its exposed “skeleton” gleaming with a cold, non-metallic, non-rocky luster; even after billions of years of vacuum exposure, there was almost no sign of oxidation.

“Pyramids… those of Egypt… those of the Maya… they are like crude imitations, molded from mud by children copying this magnificent blueprint.”

A thought flashed through Zhou Qi’s mind, carrying a cold certainty.

What he cared about more was the giant ship’s wreckage.

The technological aura it emitted was of the same origin as the pyramid’s, yet it appeared more “practical” and “violent.”

He approached a large, twisted armor plate from the ship’s hull, easily the size of a small truck.

He extended both hands, pressing them steadily against the cold metal surface.

The moment the touch sensation registered, his pupils constricted—the density of this Materials, its structural stability, far exceeded his expectations.

He took a deep breath, and the boundless planetary-level power within him erupted!

The Titan Power talent was pushed to its limit, and the lunar regolith beneath his feet instantly cracked in a spiderweb pattern from the invisible immense force, radiating outwards!

“Rise!”

Zhou Qi let out a low roar, his muscles bulging, the power capable of easily overturning skyscrapers surged forth!

Buzz—!

The wreckage remained motionless!

There wasn’t even a tiny tremor!

It was as if he wasn’t pushing a piece of metal floating in microgravity, but rather bedrock welded to the Moon’s core!

A sharp glint shot from Zhou Qi’s eyes; for the first time since advancing to the planetary level, he felt resistance from a “dead object.”

The technological standard of this giant ship in its prime, the strength of its Materials, and the structural force fields that might still remain within, had all reached a terrifying level.

“Brute force won’t work, huh…”

Zhou Qi’s lips curved into a cold arc; he retracted his hands and stepped back.

He no longer tried to move the entire wreckage, but instead focused his target on the torn, relatively weaker edge of the fracture.

“Then… let’s tear it open and see!”

His thoughts raced, and the vast, ocean-like Mental Power instantly condensed!

No longer just perception, it transformed into billions of energy filaments, condensed to the extreme, shimmering with faint light!

They were like living tentacles, precisely wrapping around and drilling into every crack, every stress concentration point of the giant ship’s torn fracture.

The filaments tautened, emitting a high-frequency, sharp hum that only Zhou Qi’s Divine Thought could “hear,” transmitting terrifying tension capable of distorting space in the vacuum!

Screech—Crackling—!!!

A metal tearing sound that made the Soul tremble exploded in Zhou Qi’s consciousness in the form of pure mental vibration!

The indestructible shell of the giant ship, under the absolute crushing force of planetary-level Mental Power, was torn violently as if by the sharp claws of an invisible Universe beast!

The edge of the fracture was forcibly pried open, twisted, and expanded!

Large, several-meter-thick armor plates were forcibly peeled off, flung from the main structure, tumbling and crashing onto the distant lunar regolith, raising silent avalanches of dust.

A grotesque entrance, wide enough for several people to walk abreast, was forcibly opened, its deep darkness like the gaping maw of a giant beast.

Inside the giant ship.

Zhou Qi was enveloped by a thin, all-isolating energy barrier as he stepped into this space of death, solidified for billions of years.

The interior space was more vast than he had imagined.

What met his eyes was not a straight passage, but a collapsed, multi-layered world.

Huge support beams, like the broken spine of a Dragon, twisted through his vision, their Materials identical to the ship’s hull, covered with dull geometric patterns.

The spatial structure exhibited bizarre non-Euclidean characteristics; slanted platforms, inverted cabin fragments, and fractured walkways floated jaggedly in microgravity.

Time had been paused here.

There was no air circulation, no gravitational constraint; countless exquisitely intricate instrument remnants, control panel fragments, and complex components of unknown purpose all maintained their positions from when the disaster occurred, floating eternally.

Their design language was completely alien, neither touchscreens nor buttons, but more like energy nodes or bio-neural interfaces, their surfaces covered with a material resembling biological carapaces, yet gleaming with a cold metallic light.

Walls, ceilings, and floors were covered with a vast network of thick pipelines resembling blood vessels or plant roots.

They appeared dark brown or dark purple, their Materials somewhere between tough keratin and cold alloy.

Many instruments and devices were not installed but rather “grew” or were “embedded” directly into these vascular nodes like fruits on a vine, forming a chilling biomechanical symbiosis.

At the breaks of some pipelines, solidified black substances, resembling viscous blood or cooled lava, had seeped out; occasionally, small fragments resembling chips or energy crystals were embedded within them.

Massive energy scorch marks were visible everywhere, melting the ship’s interior into bizarre, vitrified, glass-like areas that refracted the faint light from Zhou Qi’s shield, appearing kaleidoscopic.

Some areas, however, were huge holes, up to tens of meters in diameter, pierced by pure physical force, their edges sharp as knives.

Through them, one could directly see the cold crater walls and the dark starry sky outside.

More peculiar debris was scattered on the ground—like non-humanoid structures of mixed metal and bone?

The crushed wreckage of small combat vehicles?

Their forms were twisted and grotesque, beyond Zhou Qi’s current scientific understanding, testifying to the ferocity of the battle.

Following the guidance of the most concentrated energy flow, Zhou Qi passed through a floating “debris graveyard” and arrived at a relatively open spherical space.

This seemed to be the bridge or the power core.

In the center.

A massive spherical device, tens of meters in diameter, was already heavily damaged, its cracks revealing countless hair-thin, tangled, and broken energy conduits within—like a giant brain with its nerves drained.

Surrounding the sphere were dozens of equally ruined operating platforms.

In front of the platforms, the wreckage of seats floated, varying in shape; some were suitable for humanoid creatures, while others were clearly designed for multi-limbed or asymmetrical structures.

Several more “complete” remains were half-embedded in the walls and control panels, long since turned into black fossils integrated with the ship’s hull, maintaining their struggling or operating postures from before death, their forms grotesque and terrifying, completely unidentifiable by species.

Absolute, suffocating silence.