With a thought, he delved in to check.
A massive batch of standard-issue Imperial supplies had materialized out of thin air inside his storage space.
This included millions of data chips containing the *Imperial Standard Body Refining Technique*.
A full hundred thousand Subspace Network Passes.
Hundreds of *Upper-grade Acupoint Opening Techniques* and *Upper-grade Meridian Techniques*.
And one of each: a *Top-grade Acupoint Opening Technique* and a *Top-grade Meridian Technique*.
Beyond that, there was a precision-engineered, rune-covered silver metal sphere—a Subspace Rift Stabilization Device—and a voluminous data file titled *An Introduction to Spiritual Technology and Its Applications*.
The wealth of supplies was enough to forcibly drag a primitive civilization into the Interstellar Era in the shortest time imaginable.
Moreover, with the Subspace Transmission Network, it wouldn't matter even if this primitive civilization was located inside a cosmic void.
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After accepting the mission in Canaan's quarters, Qin Feng didn't delay for a moment.
He organized his mission supplies, confirmed all the details, and initiated the teleportation.
WHOOM—
He felt a familiar, faint sense of weightlessness, as if his soul were being pulled from his body. The scene before him instantly dissolved into a chaotic torrent of data.
Space folded and compressed, crossing a distance that ordinary people could scarcely imagine.
The entire process lasted for little more than ten seconds.
When Qin Feng opened his eyes again, his surroundings had changed completely.
He found himself standing on the bridge of a small combat spacecraft.
Through the enormous holographic viewscreen, an achingly beautiful, azure Life Planet hung silently against the pitch-black backdrop of the cosmos, slowly rotating.
Before him, ten powerfully built Martial Artists were already waiting in formation.
They wore various models of power armor, each with a different design and paint job, but all of them radiated the Iron Blood aura of seasoned veterans.
Powerful yet restrained auras emanated from them. Without a doubt, all ten were Level 9 Extreme Martial Artists.
Qin Feng's gaze swept over them, and he noticed several familiar Warband insignias.
Two of them were clad in the all-azure Standard Power Armor of the Ultramarines Chapter, a sight most familiar to him.
One wore the green-and-gold power armor of the Fire Dragon Warband, its pauldrons branded with a flaming dragon's head.
Another wore the blue-and-black power armor of the Thunder Martial Hall, its plates inscribed with lightning patterns.
As for the remaining few, Qin Feng didn't recognize the style or emblems of their power armor. They were clearly from one of the countless other Warbands scattered across the Empire.
Judging by their strength, these individuals were likely still just "auxiliary members" or "reservists" of their various Warbands.
From what Qin Feng understood, especially under the jurisdiction of the Ultramarines Chapter, only a Martial Artist who had successfully advanced to the planetary level was qualified to gain the status of a full-fledged member.
"Captain!"
The moment Qin Feng appeared, the ten squad members snapped their feet together and rendered a standard Imperial Army salute. Their movements were perfectly synchronized and filled with a sense of power.
Their voices, projected by the internal comms of their power armor, merged into a powerful chorus that echoed across the bridge.
The way they said "Captain" was filled with heartfelt conviction.
The moment Qin Feng appeared, they had instinctively sensed the terrifying aura emanating from him, one as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.
It was a pure Combat Will, one forged and tempered through countless life-or-death battles.
What truly stunned them into silence, however, was the red-and-white skull hanging from Qin Feng's waist.
As elite reservists from various major Warbands, their judgment was incredibly sharp.
They could clearly sense that the skull retained a vestige of extremely pure yet savage chaotic energy.
An energy signature of that intensity could only belong to a Khorne Demon on the cusp of ascending to the planetary level!
There was no doubt about it: this captain, randomly assigned to them by the mission system, was an absolute beast.
"Captain, here is the detailed file on this Life Planet."
"And this is the latest situational report on the Subspace Rift."
A squad member wearing Ultimate Warrior power armor stepped forward and transmitted two data files to Qin Feng via subspace communication.
Qin Feng accepted the files and immersed his consciousness in them, quickly browsing through the information.
The first file was about the planet below them.
Just as he'd seen from the viewscreen, seventy-one percent of the planet's surface was covered in liquid water, giving the entire world a captivating watery-blue appearance from space.
Qin Feng guessed this was probably why the Empire had named it "Blue Star."
Of course, it was also possible that the civilization on the planet had referred to its own world as "Blue Star" in the radio signals it sent into outer space.
However, such details didn't matter.
According to the star chart, Blue Star was situated in Cosmic Void N123, an extremely barren and desolate region.
Within a radius of tens of thousands of light-years, only a few hundred sparsely scattered star systems existed, and this was the only planet among them to harbor life and develop an intelligent civilization.
Qin Feng was almost certain that the natives on this planet still believed themselves to be the only civilization in the cosmos.
The data also included detailed physical parameters: planetary gravity was 0.9 times standard Imperial gravity, and the atmospheric composition was suitable for human survival.
He then opened the second file, which was about the situation at the Subspace Rift.