bioinnovel Chapter 320 Initial State!
Chapter 320 Initial State!
Zhang Yan sat steadily on the tiger's back, the Heavenly Craftsmanship Heart in his hand never extinguished.
Xuanwu's second attack followed immediately.
The turtle's head retracts, then suddenly springs out—this is Xuanwu's signature attack: a supersonic neck ejection that strikes the target.
Last time in the ruins, this attack almost pierced the shell of the sea shark.
The white tiger had no time to dodge.
Zhang Yan loosened his grip on the tiger's back and was launched off the white tiger.
At the same instant, he gave the order—White Tiger retreats and does not fight back.
The black tortoise's head grazed the white tiger's side shell, and the shockwave propelled Zhang Yan more than ten meters away.
He flipped in the air, and the Thousand Machine Arm shot out grappling hooks, which hooked onto a metal beam in the dome. He swung in an arc and landed steadily to the side of Xuanwu's body.
It was less than five meters from the surface of the tortoise shell.
The dark red light was almost within reach.
A wave of heat hit us.
The runes, filled with the energy of the void, radiated a scorching heat, and the air was filled with the smell of burning metal.
The system panel is flashing.
"Erosion rate 59%. Upward trend."
"The host is advised to evacuate immediately."
Zhang Yan did not retreat.
He stared at the area on the belly of the Black Tortoise—the very bottom of the shell, where the four limbs meet.
There was a hexagonal metal panel there, its surface engraved with the most complex Mohist runes.
Core interfaces.
But to reach that position, he had to go around to the side and get under Xuanwu's belly.
Xuanwu is currently in a state of stress, with its four legs moving irregularly, and it could step down at any moment.
Zhang Yan took a deep breath.
He gave the white tiger a new command.
"Attract its attention from the front. Move slowly, don't attack, and don't fire. If it chases you, lead it towards the dome."
The White Tiger obeyed the order, circled around from the left to the front of the Black Tortoise, switched its electronic eyes back to cold blue, and emitted a deep mechanical roar.
Xuanwu's attention was indeed drawn.
The enormous turtle head turned towards the white tiger, its murky, dark red eyes brimming with restlessness.
Its four forelimbs began to move towards the white tiger, and the ground emitted a piercing metallic cracking sound under the weight of each step it took.
Zhang Yan seized this opportunity.
He released the grappling hook, fell from the beam, and silently slid into the shadows of Xuanwu's abdomen.
The bottom of the tortoise shell is about four and a half meters above the ground. Zhang Yan needs to operate it while lying on his back.
Dark red light shone through the gaps in his carapace, casting flickering shadows on his face.
Above its head is a bronze armor weighing tens of tons; if Xuanwu suddenly crouches down—it's game over.
He doesn't give himself time to think.
The Thousand-Machine Arm fully extends on the left arm, and the precision operating fingers at the front reach towards the hexagonal panel, accurately inserting into the Mo family-style keyholes around it.
The panel pops open.
Inside was a bowl-sized groove, the edges of which were engraved with patterns exactly the same as those on the fragments of the Heart of the Celestial Craftsman.
Core interfaces confirmed.
Zhang Yan attached the disc of the Heart of Heaven to it.
Golden light and dark red energy collided violently at the point of contact.
In an instant, Zhang Yan's eardrum felt like it had been pricked by a needle—it was the high-frequency oscillation generated at the interface between the two energy frequencies.
The system panel started displaying data rapidly.
"Purification protocol activated—"
"The power of the Heavenly Craftsman's Heart is being injected—"
"The energy from the pollution of the ruins is beginning to be replaced—erosion rate 58%...57%...56%—"
It's falling.
Energy is being replaced little by little.
But it's not fast enough.
Because Xuanwu is still moving.
Driven by the energy of the void, its body struggled continuously. With each struggle, new polluting energy surged from its limbs to its core, counteracting the purifying effect of the Heart of Heaven.
Zhang Yan had to quiet it down.
He maintained contact between the Heart of Heaven and the interface with his left hand, while his right hand pressed against the inner wall of the tortoise shell.
The tactile feedback from the Thousand-Machine Arm transmitted a set of data—the core power furnace of Xuanwu was directly above the disc, separated by a 20-centimeter-thick armor plate.
The energy within the furnace was torn between two forces—pure, fundamental Mohist energy and invading, polluted Void energy—like two snakes intertwined.
Zhang Yan closed his eyes.
He could feel that ancient pulse emanating from the deepest part of the Mohist creations.
It's not dark red, it's bronze, calm, heavy, and continuous.
The craftsman from 30,000 years ago poured his will into this machine.
"Wake up," Zhang Yan said in a low voice.
The light of the Heart of Heaven's Craftsmanship suddenly surged.
It wasn't that Zhang Yan actively increased the output—it was the disk responding on its own.
The underlying protocol between the 92% complete Heavenly Craftsmanship Heart and the Xuanwu Core was fully activated, and golden energy surged into the interface like a tide, while the dark red contamination began to fade away over a large area.
"Erosion rate 51%...47%...42%—"
Xuanwu's struggles began to weaken.
The movement of the four limbs changed from frenzy to slowness, and from slowness to stillness.
The enormous turtle head slowly retracted to the edge of its shell, and its closed eyelids no longer emitted a dark red light.
"33%...28%...21%——"
The dark red runes on the carapace surface went out one after another.
Instead, the original bronze-colored patterns of the Mohists shone brightly, like blood being re-infused into dried-up veins.
"14%...9%..."
Zhang Yan's arms began to tremble.
It's not because I'm tired—it's because the heart of nature is expending a lot of energy.
The temperature of the disc was rising, and the edges of the thin metal sheet were becoming hot to the touch.
He gritted his teeth and didn't let go.
"4%...2%..."
The last dark red light disappeared from the tail of Xuanwu.
"Erosion rate 0%".
"Purification complete."
"The Mo family's mechanical beast, Xuanwu, has returned to its initial state."
"Heart of the Gods completeness - 93%".
Zhang Yan's hand slipped off the connector, and he collapsed onto the metal floor below Xuanwu's abdomen.
My back was cold, but my chest was burning hot.
He was panting heavily, sweat dripping down his chin.
Above, the core power furnace of Xuanwu emitted a steady hum, like a heart that had finally returned to its normal rhythm.
There was silence for about ten seconds.
Then, a huge shadow fell.
Xuanwu lowered its tortoise head.
Those eyes opened.
It wasn't dark red, nor was it a murky blood-red light.
It is a pure, deep bronze color.
It looked at Zhang Yan on the ground.
A new message popped up in the system.
"The Black Tortoise, one of the Four Symbols of the Mohist School, requests the establishment of a master-servant agreement. Do you accept?"
Zhang Yan lay on the ground, looking up at those eyes that were bigger than a washbasin.
He smiled and reached out to press confirm.
My phone has no signal.
Nie Qingcheng was still waiting at the dock.
He has to go back.
But before getting up, Zhang Yan noticed something—
A line of small red text appeared in the corner of the system panel.
"The Xuanwu Memory Core has detected the last video recording of the Void's true form before its descent. Read?"