bioinnovel Chapter 479 Fusion!
Chapter 479 Fusion!
Information began to pour in.
It's like stuffing the knowledge itself directly into the folds of the brain, skipping all the sensory decoding steps.
First batch: Basic principles of mechanical engineering.
Zhang Yan "saw" tens of thousands of mechanical structures being disassembled and reassembled in his consciousness.
He already knew some of these things, such as the meshing angle of gears, the stress distribution of springs, and the pressure difference calculation of hydraulic circuits, but the knowledge base of the previous owner pushed every detail to the limit.
It's as if he originally only grasped the skeleton of this knowledge, and now the flesh and blood are being filled in.
The second batch: Materials Science.
Various alloy formulas, processing temperatures, and molecular arrangements that he couldn't name.
Some of them are related to the high-dimensional debris material he is currently using. Although the previous owner had never seen high-dimensional matter, the theoretical framework he left behind could perfectly explain the properties of those materials.
The third batch: Energy manipulation.
Every functional module, every output mode, and every hidden underlying protocol of Tiangong Zhixin.
The usage that Zhang Yan has figured out on his own over the past few months is just the tip of the iceberg.
The previous owner spent his entire life writing the user manual for the Heart of the Heavenly Craft almost to exhaustion.
Information flows faster and faster.
Zhang Yan's consciousness was like a sponge being pushed into the ocean, every pore frantically absorbing it.
By the fourth batch, the speed had changed.
The density of information suddenly increased.
Zhang Yan's consciousness space began to tremble.
It's like a water pipe suddenly being filled with ten times the normal flow rate.
Physically, he felt his skull expanding from the inside out.
In the laboratory, Nie Qingcheng saw the brainwave pattern on the monitoring screen rise sharply.
My heart rate jumped from 72 to 110, 120, 130...
The body temperature is dropping.
36.5…36.2…35.8.
Zhang Yan frowned.
Cold sweat beaded on his forehead and slid down his cheeks.
His lips were pressed into a thin line, and the lines of his jaw were taut from clenching his teeth.
Nie Qingcheng's finger hovered above the emergency stop button.
I haven't pressed it yet.
She looked at the data; although the brainwaves were intense, there were no disordered waveforms.
A high but stable heart rate and a drop in body temperature are normal reactions to a large amount of energy being diverted.
Still within the safety line.
But in the next three seconds, all the curves jumped an order of magnitude upwards simultaneously.
Heart rate 148, body temperature 35.1, brain waves approaching the edge of the red zone.
Nie Qingcheng did not hesitate.
She reached out and grasped Zhang Yan's left hand.
Zhang Yan's hands were icy cold, his fingertips felt like they were holding a stone.
Nie Qingcheng closed her eyes.
The compatibility protocol—she activated the compatibility protocol of the portal with her bloodline in the underground of Shennongjia last time, and that passage is still there.
She doesn't understand technology, but she knows what she can do.
A steady signal of consciousness entered Zhang Yan's body from her palm.
It's not energy, it's not power, it's just a signal, an anchor point.
Like an anchor chain thrown out in a storm.
Within the golden space, Zhang Yan's consciousness was being torn apart by a torrent of information.
The density of the fourth batch of knowledge exceeded Mo Li's expectations, possibly because the previous holder had added something extra at the last minute.
He felt like he was about to be overwhelmed.
It's like pouring three cups of water into a cup; the excess overflows.
Then he sensed something.
It's not golden, it's warm.
It's hard to describe that feeling.
It's like someone grabbing his wrist in the flood, not to pull him out, but just to let him know "the shore is there".
Zhang Yan regained his composure instantly.
Instead of trying to receive all the information at once, he queued them up.
Let's go through them one by one.
With an anchor point, he has a frame of reference; with a frame of reference, the torrent becomes a river channel.
Time loses its meaning in the space of consciousness.
It could have been a few minutes, or it could have been a few hours.
The flow of information has finally slowed down.
From a torrent to a stream, from a stream to a trickle, and finally to a standstill.
[Knowledge imprint received.]
[Consciousness compatibility is being reassessed...]
【…】
Result: 99.7%.
[Overall assessment: The completeness of the Heavenly Craftsman's Heart is 100%.]
All encrypted files have been decrypted.
The golden space dissipated. Zhang Yan's consciousness returned to his body.
He opened his eyes.
My vision is a bit blurry.
The laboratory lights were so bright that he squinted.
Then he saw Nie Qingcheng in front of him clearly. Her hand was still holding his, her fingertips were white, and she was holding it very tightly.
"My head hurts," Zhang Yan said.
His voice was a little hoarse.
Nie Qingcheng's shoulders relaxed a little.
She looked at the monitoring screen; all the data was falling back down.
Heart rate 98, body temperature 35.9 slowly rising, brain waves returned to normal range.
Safe.
Zhang Yan looked down at their clasped hands; Nie Qingcheng's fingertips were even colder than his.
"Your hands are so cold," he said.
Nie Qingcheng withdrew her hand and pinched his arm.
"Whose heart rate just spiked to 150?"
Zhang Yan didn't dodge. It hurt. It really hurt. But his head hurt even more.
He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes for a few seconds.
My mind is overflowing with thoughts. It's like I've just moved an entire library in, the bookshelves are all set up, but I haven't had a chance to open a single book yet.
The system notification sounded in my mind.
[The City Lord's Last Will and Testament has been unlocked.]
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The content consists of only one line of text and one coordinate.
When Zhang Yan saw that line of text, he sat up straight in his chair.
Nie Qingcheng immediately noticed his reaction.
"What's wrong?"
Zhang Yan remained silent for three seconds.
Then he read the line aloud.
"Tiangong City is not at the third rotation point of the Milky Way's spiral arm; that place is merely bait."
Nie Qingcheng frowned.
Zhang Yan finished reading the second half of the sentence.
"The true Celestial City is inside the sun."
The laboratory lights were humming.
The air conditioner vents blow out a constant temperature airflow.
Everything was quiet.
Nie Qingcheng's fingers slowly tightened.
The interior of the sun.
They were originally going to go into the sun to retrieve the condensed core of the star.
Now the city lord's dying wish tells them that an entire city is hidden inside the sun.
"So he planned it 30,000 years in advance." Nie Qingcheng's voice was very soft.
Zhang Yan didn't answer; he was thinking about something else.
If Tiangong City were still inside the sun, what would its current state be?
Is it still running?
Is there something waiting for him inside?
My headache got worse.
But he couldn't stop.
On the system interface, the coordinates were flashing quietly, like a newly opened door.