Ride the Wind with Sword Control

By the coast, a hundred-meter Star Gate shimmered with flowing light.
Beyond the Star Gate, an army forged of steel stretched as far as the eye could see.
Above the Sky Dome, squadrons of fighter jets streaked across, weaving an iron curtain.
In the distant ocean, scores of aircraft carriers, destroyers, and frigates dotted the seascape, ready for action.
All cannons were aimed at the figure who emerged from the Star Gate.
"In the name of the Federation Command Center, I order you to stand down, or what awaits you is total war," said the voice.
"War?"

Gu Jinlai took a step forward, and his form swelled against the wind, in an instant growing from less than two meters tall to a colossal Chaos Demon God thousands of kilometers high, emitting the brilliance of a white dwarf star from his being, his own gravity causing thunder and lightning, as well as tsunamis and tides within a thousand-mile radius.
He looked down...
At the war weapons that seemed like toys.
He reached out, and a hydrogen bomb fell into his hand.

Within him, the electron-degenerate star core released Helium, Helium elements expanded, and the terrifying high temperature instantly caused Deuterium and Tritium, Hydrogen's isotopes, to fuse, the energy bursting forth, forming a blazing white brilliance on the ocean's surface that was like igniting a sun.
Before this sun's energy could be released, he clapped his hands together, and the dazzling white, mixed with heat in the billions of degrees, was compressed and sealed within his palms, not a fragment escaping.

"I think, you should choose peace." he suggested.

Nuclear-powered Sword Immortal

As Spirit Master Qian Yan observed the humans, a man in his fifties among them was also constantly directing the others in production.


At that moment, a middle-aged man came from outside, his face filled with excitement, "According to our calculations, in thirty-nine days, there will be a 'Near Star' point between us and Blue Star. By then, if we send out a light signal, their chances of capturing it will greatly increase." 


"It's been calculated? Thirty-nine days? Jackson, splendid job!" 


The man addressed as Secretary Zhang Yun was also invigorated.


"The main issue is that we are too few in number, only six of us came, one perished from illness unfortunately, and another got separated from us. Now the remaining four of us have to do so much... This is really terrible. You should know, I'm not any astronomer, my trained skill is wilderness survival." 


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