Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 739 - 383: No One Can Resist a Starship Engine and a Square Pig

"Is that you?" Zhang Ze stood on the transparent screen wall, looking dazed.

"That's right, it's me." Xiangxiang said with her hands on her hips, "I'm very powerful now, no longer a burden.

"Although I have no combat power, my shield can withstand a full strike from a Void Refining Cultivator, it's super amazing! You... don't you like it?"

Xiangxiang's self-praise stopped halfway because she noticed Zhang Ze was still staring blankly.

Zhang Ze was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and nodded, "No, I... I mean I like it very much."

Xiangxiang, "Sigh... Do you really like it? But I no longer have a body, I..."

Zhang Ze, "You are you, no matter what form you become, I will never dislike you. Being alive is better than anything else."

For the fact that Xiangxiang was reincarnated as a starship engine, Zhang Ze actually accepted it quite quickly.

Just as he said, being alive is better than anything else.

But...

This is just so cool.

The enormous silhouette of this interstellar jump engine resembled a vertically standing black obelisk, with layers of honeycomb-shaped armor plates covering its base surface.

A ghostly blue glow floated along the edges of each hexagonal metal plate, with liquid energy flowing through the gaps.

The engine's base diameter exceeded thirty meters, gradually tapering upwards into a streamlined, sharp cone, with three intertwined energy conduits extending from the top, which had completely lost their function due to an explosion.

In fact, only the lower half of this starship engine was still operating normally, while most of the components above were completely damaged and dim.

As for why Zhang Ze recognized it, it wasn't because he was once a member of the cosmic fleet.

It was merely because he could read the script.

On the right side of the engine's base, there was a metal nameplate embedded there.

[Lusu No. 3 Jump Engine]

It wasn't the Human Race's script.

These peculiar spherical scripts came from an ancient race that only existed during the era of the Primordial Ten Thousand Races.

This race was somewhat unlucky, getting wiped out completely by the Demon Race before they even had time to leave a name.

However, many of their bone armors and stone tablets used for recording sacrificial processes back then have been passed down.

People of later generations gave this race, which was drowned out by the torrents of history, a new name.

Starfire Race.

Meaning their race was like a starfire, budding and then extinguished with a puff.

As early as the Dongqi era, the Starfire Race's language had been deciphered by cultivators.

Initially, it was thought to be some ancient Great Power's legacy, the legendary Celestial Book, but after research, it was found to be all mad talk.

Though the culture of this race was extremely primitive, either slaying captives or self-sacrificing daily, their linguistic system was rather complex and rigorous.

Even slightly more complex than the Human and Demon races' languages.

So during a certain period in Dongqi, learning the Starfire Language even became a trend.

Because writing insults with a complex and elegant script that ordinary people couldn't understand was really cool, giving a mild sense of superiority from the intellectual suppression of a cultured person.

Though Dongqi is gone now, the trend of learning the Starfire Language has been rekindled due to the popularity of Small Walnut.

Because in Small Walnut's chat groups, saying interesting things in Starfire Language is also pretty cool.

Zhang Ze, being a leisurely person, naturally was able to write and read the Starfire Language.

Zhang Ze looked at the text, full of professionalism, on the nameplate, recalling the primitive oracle bone copies he saw in the Sword Sect's Library Pavilion.

[Wow, today I chopped off ten heads, tomorrow I will chop off twenty more! Kill them all!]

[Skull sacrifice to the skull throne! Skull sacrifice to the skull throne!]

Something like that.

It's hard to imagine that a bunch of deranged people, who were both incompetent and loved playing, and just chopped people's heads off, were related to such high-tech things.

So...

Zhang Ze thought about the script of the Human Race.

Logically speaking, crossing into another world with a system and having the entire universe speak Chinese should be some kind of tacit underlying logic.

But now it seems, at least here in the Four Continents, it isn't like that.

Since Zhang Ze's system is a mute yolk, surely the inheritance of the script must have an origin.

If the Starfire Race came on spaceships...

Then what about the Human Race?

And the other races of the Primordial era, were they the same?

Zhang Ze closed his eyes, imagining the Primordial era, the Ten Thousand Races descending upon the Four Continents, civilization retreating, with survival only through slaughtering scenes.

By the end of the Primordial era, only the Human, Demon, and Barbarian races succeeded in surviving the elimination battle, continuing the civilization in another way, passing it down to today.

While other races either disappeared or degenerated into even more inferior beasts.

Like the Big Flapping Monkey.

Zhang Ze firmly believed that since the Big Flapping Monkey could learn martial arts and even fight him, it surely was not an ordinary monkey.

If this hypothesis is correct, then would there be more of this engine, or even other remnants?

But before Zhang Ze could ask, Xiangxiang's projection appeared beside him.

"There is no second one, over the years, Siwen and I only found this one engine." Xiangxiang replied.

"Thanks to the research on the Starfire Language, otherwise I couldn't have... controlled this thing." Xiangxiang chose her words carefully.

"So, how did you become like this?"

In the Four Continents, evolution doesn't speak of science, but spells must be spoken of, and Zhang Ze couldn't recall a spell that could turn a person into a starship engine.

Or possess an engine.

Zhang Ze leaned against the transparent screen wall, looking at Xiangxiang beside him.

Xiangxiang frowned, and because she was a projection, strange symbols floated above her head, looking as if she was thinking.