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Chapter 459 Speak Human Language!

"There's one more thing."

Nie Qingcheng put the phone back in his pocket.

"The ancient books of Guantiange mention that each generation of maintainers would leave behind a 'final observation record' before stepping down."

"The star map discovered by stargazing may be the final record of a certain generation of maintainers."

"Do you know what stargazing is?"

"I didn't tell her."

Nie Qingcheng pushed open the bedroom door.

"It's better for her to discover some things on her own."

Zhang Yan lay down on the bed, and Nie Qingcheng crawled under the covers, only revealing half of her face.

"It will probably take me about six months to digest all of the Gatekeeper's assets."

She spoke with her eyes closed.

"Then we went to Hokkaido and stayed there for a month, not answering the phone and not seeing any outsiders."

"it is good."

Zhang Yan turned off the bedside lamp.

In the darkness, he raised his right hand.

The birthmark on my wrist was faintly visible in the darkness.

The door is both a shield and a lighthouse.

At nine o'clock the next morning, Guan Xing appeared in the villa's living room on time.

This time she entered through the main entrance.

Qin Xiao also arrived, carrying three boxes of paper files.

These are all copies of historical records from inside the Guantiange Pavilion, packaged in moisture-proof boxes, each weighing fifteen kilograms.

He piled the boxes next to the coffee table and slumped into the sofa.

"Brother Yan, these papers are heavier than my grandfather's military medals."

Guan Xing opened the first file box and began searching for information.

Zhang Yan sat opposite him, with the Heart of Heavenly Craftsmanship in standby mode.

"Stargazing," he began, "how many years have you spent in the Celestial Observation Pavilion?"

"Eleven years."

He didn't even look up from the stargazing.

"How many times have you witnessed unusual fluctuations in the gate network over the past eleven years?"

The stargazing hand stopped.

"Four times. All were small-scale energy leaks, within a controllable range."

"Have you recorded any attacks outside the door?"

"no."

I looked up at the stars.

"Before you, in all the monitoring records of Guantiange, there was never a single entity outside the door that had initiated an attack."

Qin Xiao sat up straight.

"So what have you been doing for the past three hundred years?"

"Observe, record, analyze data, and write reports."

The stargazer spoke calmly.

"The duty of the Heavenly Observation Pavilion is monitoring, not combat. Even the Heart of Heavenly Craftsmanship was only activated for the first time after Zhang Yan appeared."

"So you've always thought the door was formed naturally?"

"That's the mainstream view."

Guan Xing pulled out a document.

"A minority believe that the door is a creation of a lost civilization, such as the Mohist civilization from 30,000 years ago. But there is no evidence to support this."

"Now we have it."

Nie Qingcheng put down her coffee cup.

"The Mohists not only knew of the existence of the gate, but also participated in its construction and left behind methods for its maintenance."

Ten minutes later, Guan Xing pulled out a folded parchment from the bottom of the third box.

The edges of the paper are carbonized, but the ink in the middle is still clear.

"Found it."

She spread the parchment out on the coffee table.

"This is the last observation record left by the fifteenth generation of maintainers, around 1200 AD."

Zhang Yan bent down to look.

A complex ring-shaped structure is drawn on the parchment.

In the center is a black dot, surrounded by seven smaller circles.

Each small circle is marked with ancient seal script of the Mo family.

"This is a diagram of a network."

The stargazer pointed to the black dot in the center.

"These are marked as 'anchor points,' which are the seventh doors. The other six are the known locations of the six doors."

"Wait a moment."

Qin Xiao leaned closer.

"Why is the seventh door drawn in the very center? The other six are scattered around it."

I re-examined that picture by observing the stars.

"you're right."

She pointed to the diagram.

"If drawn according to actual coordinates, the seventh door would be placed in the center, which does not conform to the actual geographical distribution."

"Unless this isn't a geographical map."

Zhang Yan said.

He picked up the parchment, and a sense of divine inspiration ignited in his chest.

Golden light seeped from fingertips into the paper, the ancient seal script began to glow, and the ink reassembled.

A few seconds later, the system provided a translation.

Zhang Yan read it aloud:

"The gate, the number seven forms the network, anchoring the center; when the network is complete, the domain is solid; when the domain is solid, light arises; when light arises, all dimensions become visible; when visible, then..."

He stopped.

There was another half-sentence, but the system translated it as gibberish.

"Translation failed?"

He asked the stargazer.

"This part of the text is encrypted."

Zhang Yan stared at the garbled text.

"The encryption method is consistent with the underlying protocol of Tiangongzhixin."

Nie Qingcheng glanced at it.

"Was it intentionally encrypted by the previous maintainer?"

"possible."

Zhang Yan put down the parchment.

"The underlying protocol of the Heavenly Craftsmanship can only be read by the maintainer, and this information can only be seen by the next maintainer."

Stargazing Opening Remarks:

"I saw this phrase, 'When light comes, all dimensions become visible,' in another ancient book."

She pulled out another handwritten copy.

"This is the notebook of the founder of Guantiange, who translated this text around 1700 AD."

"When the seven-gate network is fully closed, it will release a stable frequency that can be perceived by higher dimensions. This frequency is a defensive barrier from a low-dimensional perspective, but from a high-dimensional perspective, it is proof of the existence of civilization."

Qin Xiao scratched his head.

"Speak human language?"

"What I mean is," Nie Qingcheng leaned back on the sofa, "that the door network not only protects us, but also broadcasts to the entire universe: there is a civilization here that can build doors."

Zhang Yan closed his eyes.

The mind of divine craftsmanship vibrated in my chest, and the system automatically deduced the results.

A golden interface unfolded in my consciousness.

The seven gates form a closed loop, with each node releasing energy waves of a specific frequency.

In a higher-dimensional "vision", this barrier is glowing.

The simulation results are reported in the system.

Zhang Yan opened his eyes.

"Guanxing, you're right."

He said.

"The gate is a lighthouse. We are now marked in the ocean of space."

Qin Xiao jumped up from the sofa.

"What does this marker mean? Will more things come looking for us?"

"According to system analysis, the frequency of gate network releases is a kind of 'civilization level indicator'."

Zhang Yan retrieved the simulation data and projected it into the air.

"It proves that Earth's civilization possesses the technology to create a perfect space barrier, and that it has already put it into practical use."

"It's like a primitive tribe suddenly creating an atomic bomb."

Nie Qingcheng continued.

"Other civilizations will reassess our value."

"Wouldn't that be even more dangerous?"

Observe the stars and ask further questions.

Whether it's dangerous or not depends on what kind of civilization you encounter.

Zhang Yan put away the projector.

"So what do we do now?" Qin Xiao asked.

"Do nothing."

Zhang Yan said.

"Any initiative you take can be interpreted as either provocation or a gesture of goodwill. The best strategy is to maintain the status quo and continue to observe."

"The door network will protect us."

Zhang Yan added.

"Self-sustaining mode has been activated, and the shielding efficiency is stable at over 96.4%."

Nie Qingcheng walked to the window.

"I'm more concerned about something else: can the frequency of gate network releases be actively controlled?"

Zhang Yan looked at the Heart of Heavenly Craftsmanship, and the system began a new round of deductions.

Thirty seconds later.

"cannot."

He said.

"Unless the sub-core of the seventh gate is destroyed, the gate network will no longer be complete, and the frequency will disappear. But at the same time, the defense cap will drop back to 72%, and the cluster's attacks will resume."

"Then don't turn it off."

Nie Qingcheng turned around.