bioinnovel Chapter 492 Division!
Chapter 492 Division!
The council chamber was very large.
Seven people were already in place, sitting on either side of the long table.
After taking his seat at the head table, Mo Yuan gestured to Zhang Yan and Guan Xing to the two chairs next to him.
Zhang Yan did not sit down.
He stood in the center of the council chamber and scanned the seven faces present one by one.
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The three people sat on the same side, leaning slightly forward with their elbows on the table, their gazes more direct than the other four.
The other three people had mixed expressions, a mixture of anticipation and wariness.
Mo Li stood behind Mo Yuan, without taking a seat.
Mo Yuan's gaze swept across the entire room.
"Please be seated, young master. This meeting has been delayed for three thousand years; we have finally reached the point where it can be held."
Zhang Yan stood still behind the chair.
"Let's start with the disagreements."
He spoke.
"I heard you say it's too late. What do you mean by that? Let's start from here."
Mo Yuan nodded, without beating around the bush.
He directly pointed out the two factions within the Elders' Council: the Return Faction and the Breakthrough Faction.
The Returning Journey faction, led by him and Mo Li, has had only one core logic for the past 30,000 years.
The Gate Network is the foundation for the survival of Earth's civilization. As long as the maintainers are on Earth, we must wait for their return.
When the Heart of Heaven returns, it will help Guixu complete what it failed to do back then.
Find the core technology for door self-healing, so that the door network can be freed from dependence on continuous manual maintenance.
The "breakthrough" faction secured three seats.
Their core argument is that even the most complete gate network is merely a defense mechanism; as long as the community matrix exists, the Earth will never have peace.
Rather than spending three hundred years in a defensive posture, it is better to concentrate all the energy of the Heavenly Craftsmanship Heart and take the initiative to attack.
Directly destroy the consciousness core of the community's mother body.
No one in the council chamber responded; all seven people were looking at Zhang Yan.
He did not comment.
"Have you ever attempted to proactively attack a community in the past 30,000 years?"
Zhang Yan spoke.
The silence was suffocating; no one spoke first.
Then a voice came from the side door.
"I've tried it."
Everyone glanced in that direction.
A young woman strode into the council chamber, dressed in black armor.
The material is the same ultra-high density alloy as the frigate's hull, without any patterns, fitting well but without embellishment.
His face was younger than Zhang Yan had expected, and his eyes swept across the room with undisguised sharpness.
She walked to the edge of the long table and stood there, showing no intention of sitting down.
"Eight thousand years ago, my grandfather led three hundred men into battle."
"The entire army was wiped out; not a single soldier survived."
Her gaze finally settled on Zhang Yan's face.
"So you tried to take the initiative in addressing this issue, and you heard the answer."
No one introduced her, but Zhang Yan already knew who she was.
【Mo Ling.】
Mo Li sent a very brief notification through the communication channel.
She continued speaking, her tone flat and her words completely unrelated to herself.
"You grew up on a backward planet, an orphan, without a complete heritage, and without experiencing real interstellar warfare."
"I need to know, by what right do you have the authority to command the fate of the 1,700 people in Guixu?"
The council chamber fell silent, even the sound of breathing.
Mo Yuan glanced at Zhang Yan but didn't say anything.
Guan Xing was to Zhang Yan's right, his fingers tightening slightly on the data tablet, but he didn't say anything.
Zhang Yan pushed the chair towards the table before sitting down, his movements calm and unhurried.
"You said the entire army was wiped out. Was the Heart of Heaven present when the attack was launched?"
Zhang Yan asked.
Her gaze shifted; she hadn't expected him to ask from this angle.
"At that time, the young master had not returned for six thousand years. The whereabouts of the Heart of Heavenly Craftsmanship were unknown."
"That means there isn't one."
Zhang Yan said.
"Sending three hundred people to attack the core of a group's consciousness, without the Heart of Heaven as an anchor and guide, is just suicide."
"We lost because of a lack of tools; our tactical arrangements were not the problem."
She was silent for three seconds.
"So, just because you have the tools, you're qualified?"
She spoke.
Zhang Yan did not answer that question immediately.
He nodded to the stargazer.
Guan Xing turned on the data tablet and projected the battle records from Earth as compressed images onto the blank area in the center of the council hall.
No one speaks.
From the sealed ruins to repairing the Six Paths Gate, establishing new anchor points, shattering the Void Spear, and slaying the Giant of Light on the Moon.
Scenes of one person withstanding a planet-wide crisis unfolded in the air.
The final scene shows the entire process of the Chaos Mech shattering the Void Spear with a single punch in space.
After the images disappeared, the council chamber remained quiet.
But that quiet quality has changed.
Zhang Yan scanned the people present.
Of the three members of the "breakthrough" faction, two leaned back in their chairs, offering no rebuttal but simply processing the information.
Mo Ling didn't move, standing still. The sharpness on his face was still there, but the initial hostility had faded.
"Whether your record is good enough or not, you can decide for yourselves."
Zhang Yan pushed the data tablet onto the table. He stood up.
"But my purpose in coming to Guixu today has never been to prove my achievements."
He paused for a moment.
"How many years have the proponents of returning to the origin and the proponents of breaking the deadlock been arguing
Zhang Yan asked.
"Three thousand seven hundred years."
Mo Yuan continued.
"Did the argument reach a conclusion?"
Zhang Yan asked.
Mo Yuan shook his head.
"That means neither of these two paths is viable."
Zhang Yan's gaze fell on Mo Ling.
"Your grandfather's three hundred men lost because of a blind spot in their understanding of community; their courage was not the problem."