Now, it can be confird.
This world truly possesses a plane consciousness, which the little girl may not be aware of. At most, she feels like she’s had a sudden enlightennt, stepping into a planetary-level perspective.
With her childlike nature, she may not be able to sense anything amiss.
But Su Ziyu is different. Su Ziyu’s Spiritual Enhancent Level is at LV7, which, according to other high-difficulty planes, has already reached the standard of an advanced Spiritualist of the interstellar era. Ordinary humans find it hard to achieve this level; only so races that rely on Spiritual Energy to enter the interstellar era can break into this domain. That’s why he easily sensed the existence of the plane consciousness entity.
It is a colossal assembly of consciousness.
It inherently has no self-thought, similar to an Alaya-like presence. The little girl’s awakening was just a little breakthrough aided by it, allowing her to enter a more advanced planetary perspective.
"Daddy." The little girl slowly opened her eyes.
She glanced at the scattered fragnts around and, with a slightly worried expression on her small face, softly asked, "Did I break sothing again?"
"Yes." Su Ziyu nodded, his voice deep, "Your training over the next two days will be doubled."
"I will personally supervise you."
The little girl’s Spiritual Energy is more prone to losing control than his, partly because she is too young, and also due to the difficult-to-handle nature of her Talent. In such circumstances, he can only increase the intensity of her training.
"Okay." The little girl nodded obediently.
"Let’s go eat." Su Ziyu reached out, took her small hand, and smiled, "I made your favorite braised chicken wings."
Helping the little girl awaken her Spiritual Energy seed to have caught the attention of the plane consciousness.
The Child of the Plane.
Su Ziyu doesn’t fully understand the Ability of this Attribute, but the little girl’s existence must have always been under the surveillance of the plane consciousness.
At the dining table.
Pasha was setting the food. As an advanced bionic being, she doesn’t require much food, but still needs to eat so. Only full-scale modified humans rely solely on Energy for survival. The little girl was whispering to Matty, quickly forgetting whatever bothered her and giggling as she chatted with Matty about sothing seemingly amusing.
Matty was quietly complaining about being overly tired lately.
Previously, in the Elk Camp, although she was busy daily and often needed to take risks for survival, she didn’t have to learn so many things every day that her head grew weary.
Pasha was arranging for people to teach her various knowledge, starting with the basics.
Matty hadn’t received formal education before; she could only just write her na. Now she has to start learning from elentary school up to high school content. Judging from her expression, it looks like it will take quite a bit of ti.
Everything in Polaris is back on track.
Pasha’s return restored peace here, but during this ti, it seems like she has been recruiting so gunn, significantly enhancing the Inner City District’s security level. It looks like she is preparing to build a regular army. With Polaris’s current resources, maintaining a small army is feasible. Just yesterday, Su Ziyu saw the Brotherhood deliver an ard helicopter, and the exoskeleton power armor left on Devil’s Island, all modified models.
In exchange, Polaris’s factories are continuously providing resources to the Brotherhood.
After finishing dinner.
The two little girls went off to walk the dog.
"It seems there’s a bit of trouble over at the chanical Atomist Pantheon," Pasha casually handed over a piece of intelligence, "There’s Chaos within the Church."
"A lot of people have died."
Su Ziyu reached out to take it, scanning it quickly and stopping at the photo of Mother Yisodel.
The cause of the Chaos is related to her.
The chanical Atomist Pantheon was originally under Mother Yisodel’s control, but now she hasn’t shown up for a long ti. The last ti she appeared was when Su Ziyu encountered her.
With Mother Yisodel’s disappearance, the Church seems to be faltering.
"Hmm?"
Su Ziyu flipped to the back, his brows furrowing as he read that many mbers of the chanical Atomist Pantheon have recently worsened in condition. So died due to radiation Pollution, while others directly turned into Corpse Ghosts.
"Weren’t they supposed to be immune to radiation Pollution?" Su Ziyu put down the information, frowning.
"I don’t know," Pasha shook her head, pouring Su Ziyu a glass of water, and slowly replied, "If they truly were immune to radiation Pollution, they probably would have gained far more power by now."
"They must have used so special thods."
It makes sense.
If joining the chanical Atomist Pantheon ant living normally in radiation, the Church should have united the Wasteland World long ago.
Surely, there is so unknown and esoteric thod they are using.
During this period.
So core mbers of the chanical Atomist Pantheon suddenly worsened in condition. So even beca Corpse Ghosts within their base camp, which undoubtedly struck a harsh blow to their Faith, causing so believers to waver. However, the core mbers remain firm, believing it is due to Mother Yisodel’s sudden disappearance. As the Atom God’s spokesperson, only Mother Yisodel can lead them to receive the Atom God’s protection.
Now, these people are frantically searching for any trace of Mother Yisodel.
That woman has issues!
During Su Ziyu’s confrontation with her, he found that she seed completely immune to radiation Pollution, even carrying so highly radioactive objects.
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