Meng Chao was overwhelmed by Wu Haibo's words.
It was as if he was looking at a painting that was completely different from the burning apocalypse. It was incomparably bright.
He could not wait to throw himself into this painting. He would use his blood and will to paint a thick and colorful stroke on it.
"Wait..."
Meng Chao indulged in his imagination, and his heart suddenly stirred. "Leader Wu, you said that... the prototype of the transmigration device was excavated from the depths of the ancient ruins. Moreover, they can search for and match different coordinates, as long as there's a similar transmigration device on the other side?"
"That's right."
Wu Haibo nodded. "Although I don't want to belittle myself, with the Earthlings' 22nd-century technology, it's impossible for them to independently develop such a high-dimensional warp and instantaneous transmigration technology from scratch.