Not long.
The dust storm arrived.
The sky.
Quickly darkened from dusk, visibility plummeted. Tang Qing floated in the air, dust swirling past him without touching.
He braved the storm for a while, then slowly descended.
The ground.
The base stood quietly amidst the dust, a bowl-shaped protective shield keeping the storm at bay outside. Protective shields were around for a long time.
Small ones.
Could block bullets.
Large ones.
Could resist nuclear weapons.
Unfortunately.
Initially, it was a special product, possessing items without technology. After the last upgrade, it was opened to him with comprehensive data.
From theory.
To technology.
To production.
A protective shield technology.
The foundational science theories alone were a vast treasure trove, invaluable, with endless derivable technological directions.
Thus.
