bioinnovel Chapter 433 The Gift from the Wind-Breathing Jade!
Chapter 433 The Gift from the Wind-Breathing Jade!
We arrived at the stargazing location six hours earlier than agreed.
When Zhang Yan went down to the underground laboratory, she had already cleaned the worktable. The basic molds for the Sky-Gazing Anchor were arranged in a row, with three stacks of ancient book copies next to them.
"Where is the ore that the Wind Spirit Beast gave me?" Guan Xing looked up, his gaze falling directly on the sealed box in Zhang Yan's hand.
Zhang Yan placed the box on the table and opened it.
Nine pale blue ores were neatly arranged, two of which were significantly larger than the others—the two that the wind spirit beast had brought over had their fluorescence almost overflowing from their surfaces, and the difference in purity was visible to the naked eye.
Guan Xing took a closer look, his finger hovering three centimeters away from the ore, but he didn't touch it.
"The frequencies are different," she said.
Zhang Yan nodded.
The system completed the scan as he walked out of the valley. The energy frequency inside the two ores given by the Wind Spirit Beast was an order of magnitude higher than that of ordinary Wind Breath Jade, and almost completely overlapped with the reference frequency of the gate network.
"Let's try the regular one first," Zhang Yan said.
He took out a piece of Wind-Breath Jade that he had mined himself, placed it in the crucible, and activated the Thousand-Machine Arm's smelting mode. As the temperature rose, the surface of the ore began to soften, and a pale blue light spread outwards.
everything is normal.
The inner ring of the first Celestial Anchor needs to be smelted into a specific shape using Wind Breath Jade, and then the trigger protocol of the delay field needs to be written using the Heart of Heavenly Craftsmanship. He had previously collaborated with Stargazer to produce three, so he was familiar with the process.
Forty minutes later, the inner ring of the first observation anchor was formed.
Zhang Yan picked up the large ore given to him by the Wind Spirit Beast.
"Try this."
The system panel flashed the moment the ore was placed into the crucible.
Yellow warning.
"High-dimensional frequency conflict. An active energy layer was detected, which is repelling the melting temperature."
Zhang Yan's hand stopped.
The temperature inside the crucible was still rising, but the ore wasn't softening. Instead, its surface was condensing, and a pale blue fluorescence flickered violently, as if something was struggling inside the ore.
The drill bit of the thousand-arm machine tentatively approaches the surface of the ore.
The drill bit broke the moment it made contact.
It wasn't wear and tear, it was direct shattering, with alloy fragments flying and clanging against the crucible wall.
Zhang Yan retracted the Thousand Machine Arm and looked at the shattered drill bit remnants.
The stargazer took a step back. "It's resisting."
Zhang Yan changed the drill bit, increased the rotation speed, and made contact again.
The second drill bit held for half a second before breaking.
The third one was made of the hardest alloy material, and it held for a second. Then it shattered.
Zhang Yan stopped.
He stared at the ore in the crucible, a slight warmth rising in his chest from the Heart of the Celestial Craftsman. It wasn't a warning; it was the same feeling he had when facing the Wind Spirit Beast in Broken Cloud Valley—a resonance.
The system displays new analysis results.
"Anti-repulsive active energy was detected inside the ore. The frequency characteristics are consistent with the reference frequency of the gate network. Judgment: Indigenous high-dimensional immune antibody."
Zhang Yan's gaze lingered on the words "immune antibodies" for two seconds.
The Wind Spirit Beast is part of the gate. The ore it provides contains the gate's own energy.
This energy is not an impurity, but an imprint left by the gate's immune system within the ore. It rejects all external intervention—including the physical forging of the Thousand-Arm.
"We can't force it," Zhang Yan said.
Guan Xing looked at him. "What should we do?"
Zhang Yan retracted the Thousand Machine Arm and placed his right hand on his chest.
The heart of divine craftsmanship has been illuminated.
Instead of using physical means, he released an extremely low-power purification pulse, less than one-thousandth of the normal combat power, and gently touched the surface of the ore.
The fluorescence of the ore ceased its struggle.
The frequency of the purification pulse matches the gate network and the antibody energy in the ore. They are on the same frequency. There is no repulsion.
Zhang Yan increased the power and used the purification pulse to envelop the ore, allowing it to slowly penetrate.
It's not about smelting, it's about guiding.
Guided by the pulses, the ore begins to change shape. Unlike ordinary Wind-Breath Jade, which softens and melts, it undergoes a complete reconstruction—the internal crystal lattice spontaneously arranges itself within the energy field of the Heavenly Craftsman's Heart, like water finding its way in a riverbed.
Fifteen minutes later, the ore stabilized.
Zhang Yan didn't use a mold; the object in front of him was no longer an ordinary Sky-Gazing Anchor blank. It was smaller than the previous three Sky-Gazing Anchors, dark blue in color, with runes on its surface that were exactly the same as those on the inner wall of the gate.
The system panel has been refreshed.
"New type of celestial observation anchor prototype. Delay field ratio increased to 1:85. Additional function: high-dimensional frequency sensing (passive). Effective sensing radius: 12 kilometers."
Zhang Yan stared at that "high-dimensional frequency perception" for three seconds.
Passive perception. Without the need for active scanning, the Sky Anchor can automatically detect all high-dimensional energy activities within its range.
Ordinary Wind-Breath Jade cannot create this function. The ore given by the Wind Spirit Beast contained immune antibodies against the Gate. After being guided and fused by the Heart of Heavenly Craftsmanship, these antibodies transformed into a natural perception system.
"Let me see," Guan Xing said, his voice a little tense.
Zhang Yan handed her the embryo. The stargazing instrument scanned it, and her hand trembled slightly when the data came out.
"1:85," she read aloud. "That's 42% higher than our original design. Only one node is needed for each of the seven nodes, no redundancy is required."
Seven are enough.
With the L2 point sub-core having its own delay field interface, a total of only six new-type sky-observing anchors are needed to cover the six gates on Earth.
"That saved half the cost," Zhang Yan said.
Six. Each one takes eighteen hours, and Nie Qingcheng stipulates a maximum of two per day. It can be completed in three days.
The construction period was reduced from seven days to three days.
Zhang Yan began manufacturing the second one. With the experience gained from the first one, the speed was much faster. The optimal solution for the power and angle of the purification pulse had been found, and the Thousand-Arm only needed auxiliary fixation.
At 2 a.m., the second one was completed.
Zhang Yan placed the two sky-observation anchors on the worktable, preparing to go upstairs to rest.
The first sky-gazing anchor lit up.
It was very faint. The dark blue light flashed for a moment, then went dark.
A prompt appears on the system panel.
"High-dimensional frequency sensing has been activated (passively). An abnormal energy signal has been detected—"
Zhang Yan's gaze swept over the data.
Three signals.
All of them are within the groundwater network of Jinghai City.
Depth forty to seventy meters. Thermal characteristics: a non-human, high-dimensional heat source. Latent state.
Zhang Yan stood in front of the workbench, looking at the coordinates of the three red dots on the panel.
The nearest one is six kilometers away from this villa as the crow flies.
Nie Qingcheng's footsteps came down the stairs.
"Why aren't you up yet?"
Zhang Yan turned his head and saw her standing at the laboratory door in her pajamas, her hair loose, holding a cup of hot milk in her hand.
"Come and take a look," Zhang Yan said.
Nie Qingcheng walked to his side, her gaze falling on the panel.
Three red dots. Jinghai. Underground water network. Non-human.
Her hand holding the milk didn't tremble. Only her eyes changed.
That kind of change that Zhang Yan was extremely familiar with. The temperature dropped from warm water to freezing point in an instant.
"How far is it from the villa?" Nie Qingcheng asked.
"The nearest six kilometers."
Nie Qingcheng placed the milk on the worktable and picked up her phone.
At 2:15 a.m., she started making phone calls.