louisehourcade Chapter 472 Remnant Energy Seal!
Chapter 472 Remnant Energy Seal!
The second message from the Mo family descendants arrived four hours later.
[Delivery coordinates are ready. For safety reasons, we have chosen to deliver the item to a central point, the lunar far-side crater area where you previously fought.]
Delivering directly to your home is impolite and unsafe, and we do not wish to obtain your precise coordinates without your permission.
The item will arrive in two hours.
After Zhang Yan finished reading, he narrowed his eyes slightly.
Instead of delivering it to his doorstep, it was placed at a familiar and controllable transit point.
The other party even proactively explained the reason: they did not obtain precise Earth coordinates.
This sense of propriety made his judgment about the Mo family descendants even more "credible".
"The Moon." Nie Qingcheng glanced at the message. "You'll have to make a trip there."
"Chaos is fixed. Go quickly and come back soon."
"how long?"
"The round trip, including pickup and inspection, takes four hours."
Nie Qingcheng glanced at the time; it was 1:30 a.m.
She reached up and brushed some hair from her shoulder, her voice calm: "Four hours, not much. I'll call you back if it's more than a minute over."
Zhang Yan didn't laugh, because she was serious.
Two hours later, the observation protocol showed that the signal delivery was complete.
Zhang Yan walked into the underground mecha hangar; the chaotic, streamlined outline gleamed with a dull metallic luster in the dim light.
The high-dimensional debris coating makes its surface devour light like a living thing, leaving only a pale golden outline around the edge.
The traces of repair after being severely damaged by the Void Spear in space last time had completely disappeared, and Zhang Yan spent a full twenty days restoring it to full condition.
He reached out and pressed his hand on the surface of the mecha, and the pulse of the Heavenly Craftsman's Heart was transmitted to it, causing his chaotic eyes to light up with a dark golden light.
"Set off."
The mech took off silently, leaving only a fleeting ripple in the clouds as it passed through the atmosphere.
The communication channel remained open, and Nie Qingcheng's breathing could be faintly heard. She didn't speak, but she was still on.
Thirty-seven minutes later, Zhang Yan arrived on the far side of the moon.
The outline of the crater emerged in the chaotic search system, the very spot where he had once fought the Giant of Light.
Traces of the last battle still remain on the surface of the lunar soil.
The crater melted by the plasma beam has been covered with a new layer of dust, but the shape remains.
Zhang Yan controlled Chaos to land at the bottom of the crater and switched to walking mode.
The mechs silently strode into the deepest part of the valley in the vacuum.
He quickly found his target.
The silver square box measures approximately 20 centimeters in length and width, and less than 5 centimeters in height.
Its surface is smooth, without any seams or openings, and it lies quietly on the lunar soil.
The lunar dust surrounding the square box was pushed into a perfect circle by some kind of force field, with a radius of about three meters.
These are the aftershocks from the space delivery.
Zhang Yan didn't rush to make contact. He first had the system perform a comprehensive scan.
[Scan complete.]
[Material: High-density shape memory alloy, consistent with the material of the "Standard Storage Container of the Imperial Household Department" recorded in the historical archives of Tiangong City.]
[Energy Radiation: No hazardous radiation or dark energy markers were detected.]
[Internal Items: A high-energy crystal has been detected, with an energy frequency highly similar to that of the Heart of the Celestial Craftsman.]
[Safety rating: Accessible.]
Zhang Yan manipulated Chaos to extend its mechanical arm and pick up the box.
The moment it was touched, the silver patterns on the surface of the box moved slightly, as if recognizing something, and automatically cracked open from the center line.
The box was lined with a layer of dark black soft padding, with a crystal fixed in the center.
It is the size of a walnut, golden in color, semi-transparent, and has flowing patterns on its surface.
Zhang Yan recognized those patterns.
It has the same pattern as the surface of the Heavenly Craftsmanship Heart on his chest.
Even in the instant he gazed upon it, the Heart of Heaven spontaneously generated a faint resonance pulse, as if responding to something.
[Detection Initiated]
[Target crystal energy-frequency comparison in progress...]
[Comparison complete, frequency match rate: 99.97%.]
[Conclusion: This crystal and the Heart of Heaven are of the same energy origin, and can be used to perfectly replicate the signal characteristics of the Heart of Heaven.]
99.97%.
This number means that no known detection method can distinguish this crystal from the real Heart of the Creator.
For the perception system of the community's vanguard, this is the very essence of the divine craftsmanship.
Zhang Yan sent the verification results to Nie Qingcheng.
There was a two-second silence on the other end of the communication.
"Passed." Nie Qingcheng's voice came through. "Put it away safely and come back."
Zhang Yan was about to close the box when his gaze fell on the bottom of the padding.
There was an extremely thin metal sheet, partially covered by a soft cushion.
He took it out; the metal piece gleamed warmly under the searchlight, and words were engraved on its surface.
Ancient seal script of the Mo family.
Zhang Yan's system automatically translated the text.
[Over the past thirty thousand years, the remnants of Tiangong City have numbered only over seventeen hundred, scattered across three hidden locations on the Milky Way Arm. We have preserved all the technical archives of the City Lord's Mansion, awaiting the young master's return to rebuild Tiangong City. —Inner Palace Steward, Mo Li.]
Seventeen hundred people.
Thirty thousand years.
Zhang Yan held the thin piece of metal, his thumb sliding over the engraving.
Thirty thousand years of wandering in the universe reduced a complete civilization to 1,700 people.
They weren't extinct, but they weren't exactly alive either; 1,700 people, not even enough to fill a single neighborhood in Jinghai.
They preserved the technical archives, the relics of the city lord's mansion, and a crystal that originated from the same source as the Heart of Heavenly Craftsmanship.
Then wait.
Waiting for someone they've never met.
Zhang Yan put the metal sheet into a sealed bag inside the mecha's lining.
Inside was the envelope containing the information about his origins that Nie Qingcheng had given him.
The two things were stuck together.
One is his past.
One document contains the entire future of certain people from 30,000 years ago.
He closed the silver box and secured it to the storage compartment inside the mech.
"Got it, time to head back," he told the communication channel.
"Two hours and forty-three minutes left in the four-hour countdown." Nie Qingcheng's voice carried a hint of warning. "Don't stop on the way."
"Never stop."
Chaos rose into the sky, and the silvery-white moonlight receded rapidly beneath our feet.
On the way back, Zhang Yan did not open the box again, nor did he look at the metal piece again.
But the name Mo Li and the number 1,700 remained in his mind.
He recalled what Guan Xing had once said: Guan Tian Pavilion was built by survivors from 30,000 years ago.
The survivors built the Observatory and guarded the earth for three thousand years.
Another group of survivors took the technical files and fled into the starry sky, where they remained for 30,000 years.
Two groups of people, with the same goal, wait.
Waiting for the next host of the Heart of Heaven to appear.
Wait for him to appear.
Zhang Yan's gaze fell on the starry sky outside the cockpit, where countless points of light floated silently, cold and distant.
He withdrew his gaze and sped back.
One hour and forty minutes later, Chaos landed in the underground mecha hangar of the Jinghai Villa.
When Zhang Yan stepped out of the mecha, Nie Qingcheng was already standing at the warehouse entrance.
She was wearing a black turtleneck and lounge pants, holding a cup of hot milk in her hand. Her expression was calm, but she glanced at him to make sure he was unharmed before turning back.
"Where are the things?"
"In the storage compartment."
"I've looked at the verification data." Nie Qingcheng handed him the milk. "9.97, that's enough. We'll start making the bait frame tomorrow. You decide on the deployment coordinates and time."
Zhang Yan took a sip of milk; the temperature was just right.
"There's one more thing." He pulled up the translated content of the metal sheet to show her.
Nie Qingcheng glanced down and scanned the area. Over 1,700 people, and three hiding spots on the Milky Way Arm.
Waiting for the young master to return and rebuild Tiangong City.
She did not show any surprise.
"Fewer than I expected," she said. "With only this many people left after 30,000 years, resources must be extremely scarce."
"That's why they need the Heart of the Celestial Craftsman," Zhang Yan said. "It's the core of the City Lord's Mansion, the key to the operation of the technical archives. Without it, those archives would most likely be dead data."
Nie Qingcheng nodded and put the tablet away.
"We can discuss the meeting after the deployment is complete." She didn't reject Zhang Yan's plan, but prioritized it, "Let's deal with the advance team first."
"it is good."
Zhang Yan followed her upstairs.
The villa was quiet, with only a floor lamp lit in the living room, casting a warm glow on the floor.
Four o'clock in the morning.
It was still dark outside the window, but he knew that on a certain route three thousand light-years away, three hundred gray-white individuals were following that energy trajectory, approaching Earth step by step.
Time is running out for him.