The Mecha Driver Is a Cultivator

The path ahead is clear, the limit unknown, only to strive forward.

Cultivating at home until the afternoon, Qin Jin stopped and pushed the door open.

Outside, a convoy had just arrived, waiting.

This convoy was specially dispatched by the Federation for matters related to the cosmic anomaly, stationed on Thunder Star.

Seeing Qin Jin appear, greetings echoed, and after boarding the Star Shuttle, it ascended, changed direction, heading straight for the center of Thunder Star.

Speeding along the way.

After arriving at the closest docking point to the Star God Forbidden Area, everyone got out, with Qin Jin leading at the forefront, waiting quietly.

Soon…

A large Starship descended here, its hatch opened. First, Federation soldiers disembarked from above, positioning themselves around, enforcing strict security, followed closely by several figures emerging from the gangway.

Qin Jin’s gaze swept over.

At a glance, there were nearly a hundred people, most of them elderly, their signs of aging hard to conceal, and only a few looked somewhat younger, but Qin Jin could clearly sense a decaying aura emanating from them.

Outwardly normal, yet internally facing significant problems.

With the current technology of the Federation, ordinary injuries are far from being issues; problems that can trouble them are few and far between.

His gaze passed over.

This group of arrivals were not wearing military uniforms but rather specially designed combat suits. They bore no badges or medals, yet Qin Jin knew that those who could stand out in the Military Department’s selection were undoubtedly exceptional. These individuals were all from the Martial Arts Family; though they appeared old now, once they had shone brightly like fireworks in the sky, with brilliant battle records.

Beside Qin Jin.

After the Federation workers exchanged with the soldiers from the Starship, they looked at the nearly hundred individuals with respect and spoke, “Gentlemen, after your arduous journey, we have arranged accommodations. Rest for a day, and tomorrow, proceed with Qin Jin to the designated location.”

“Then, conduct this matter.”

“Rest?”

His words had just fallen when an elderly voice rang out at the forefront of the group.

“Do we still need rest?”

Qin Jin turned his gaze over.

His sight landed on the elderly man leading the group, whose temples were white with frost, his face firm. Handsome in youthful years, yet now… time had eroded everything, his facial skin wrinkled, with dark spots.

Yet…

His posture was not hunched, still upright.

“If this mission succeeds, there will be plenty of time for resting afterward.”

“If it doesn’t, then what’s the point of resting?”

His voice slightly hoarse, he laughed heartily, “Why linger in slumber while alive? Eternal rest will come after death!”

“Whether we succeed or fail, let’s give it a try, lest the Federation wastes efforts on us old bones.”

Saying this, his gaze turned, finally resting on Qin Jin.

“You must be Qin Jin.”

Stepping forward a few steps, he stood not far before Qin Jin, speaking slowly under the watchful eyes of those present.

“On our way, we received communication from Marshal Xi, who mentioned you.”

“The youth is fearful.”

“With such outstanding young talents in the Federation, we old guys, even if all unsuccessful, die here, can rest peacefully.”

His tone then grew firmer.

“Much obliged.”

“On our way here, we’ve made ample preparations. Since we’ve reached the battlefield, let’s proceed directly to a fight!”

The voice fell to the ground.

Qin Jin was but a few meters away from the elderly man.

One side, in the prime of youth, radiant like the sunrise, a Celestial Pride of the Federation.

One side, decaying, subtly exuding death, akin to a setting sun, a decorated veteran of the Federation.

Now, the dawn rises, the sunset remains.

The two faced each other.

Qin Jin spoke softly, “May I ask for your name, senior?”

Upon hearing this, the elderly man smiled, his tone becoming sincere.

“Broken Mirror·Gao Xingwen.”

Though aged, his voice carried confidence.

“Very well.”

“Honorable seniors, I will now lead you to our destination.”

Qin Jin’s words fell.

Beside him.

The Federation personnel hesitated briefly, then spoke, “Mr. Qin…”

Qin Jin looked at him, his expression calm, without speaking.

Seeing this, the person ceased his words.

Meanwhile.

Under the gaze of nearly a hundred people, Qin Jin raised his palm, lightning flashed within it where an object resembling a token formed, radiating light.

If it were to be named, it might be called [Tribulation Decree].

This was, of course, not Qin Jin’s own technique but came from Your Excellency the Observer, Su Buqi, and An Ran. The two supreme beings personally arrived at Thunder Star, during the exchange with Your Excellency the Observer, arranged everything beforehand, including… the Military Department granting the first batch of quotas, due to not only the Military Department’s significant influence within the Federation but also their selection.

With the token in hand, Qin Jin’s Spiritual Power extended outward, serving as a guide.

The next moment…

Light arose here, under its glow, Qin Jin and nearly a hundred Federation veterans simultaneously disappeared from the spot.

Upon witnessing their disappearance.

The site remained under strict security.

The previously hesitant personnel’s eyes revealed a complex meaning, gazing at the place where everyone vanished, silently whispering in his heart, “These esteemed seniors must succeed.”

Being a special envoy of the Federation, he undoubtedly knew the truth of the matter.

…

After teleporting.

Upon resurfacing, Qin Jin led the Federation veterans into the Alternate Space.