The Heavens: A Qing, the Yue Girl at the beginning

The moment the countdown reached zero, the world lost its sound.

First, there was a blinding white light - a light thousands of times stronger than the midday sun - bursting out from the center of the Night Eclipse. The nuclear fireball expanded into a plasma with a diameter of several kilometers in one ten-thousandth of a second, violently slamming into the sky barrier of the Nibelungen.

After hitting the top barrier, the fireball bounced back like a ball hit by a giant. The secondary impact crushed all the protrusions on the surface into powder, and refracted repeatedly in the closed space, forming circles of bright white ripples, like ice cubes put into a shaker, falling apart in repeated shocks.

"boom--!!!"

The metal residue of the Seventh Fleet directly sublimated into gas, the black seawater decomposed into hydrogen and oxygen plasma at the high temperature of billions of degrees, and the entire Night Food Plain turned into a crystal ball in the furnace.

The train wreckage and building debris that were once soaked in the black sea water have now turned into brilliant ionized nebulae.

But even so, the spatial structure of the Nibelungen itself did not collapse. In an environment of elemental silence, to truly destroy a Nibelungen, it would not require pure physical destruction like a nuclear explosion, but a great force that could rewrite the rules.

It's like using a hammer to hit a shadow. Unless the force reaches a level that can crush the earth itself, it will ultimately be like scratching the surface.

After a few seconds, the glow of the nuclear fireball began to fade, but the shock wave was still raging.

The originally undulating terrain was smoothed into a mirror-like glass crust, and molten silicate particles that had not yet fallen were floating in the air, like a solidified golden rain.

However, Zhao Qing was no longer in the original underground base. Instead, he took Xia Mi and Shi Yi Guang and teleported to a height of several thousand meters above the center of the explosion, observing relevant data.

She raised her hand slightly, and millions of jade-green micro-talismans condensed at her fingertips. They turned into streams of light and flew out, forming a circular formation with a diameter of several hundred meters. The space at the edge of the formation began to distort, like ripples caused by a stone hitting the water surface, and then suddenly cracked like a mirror.

——Energy dumping outlet.

"open."

Following Zhao Qing's light shout, the inverted flame tornado suddenly twisted and deformed, like a red milkshake being sucked by an invisible straw. The remaining thermal radiation, shock waves, and neutron flows turned into a red-gold torrent that rushed up into the sky and all flowed into space along this man-made "chimney".

Looking from the ground, it seemed as if a giant flaming sword pierced the sky and split the sea of ​​clouds in half.

Thousands of kilometers away, the astronauts on the International Space Station (ISS) saw a scene that they would never forget in that second - in the dark space, first fresh aurora "green leaves" grew, and then a bright white "flower" bloomed.

Its roots seemed to penetrate into nothingness, and its petals were pure energy turbulence that lasted for a full three seconds before gradually dissipating.

At the same time, a "giant object" with a mass of nearly 10 million tons was pushed into space by the aftermath of the explosion. It was the hub of the formation that Zhao Qing had arranged in advance, a giant structure with black crystal and black ice as the frame, carrying the key parts of the "Qinglei Tianjue Formation" in Wushan, which had just been dug out and moved.

Different from its original form, after the transformation, the bluestone building that looked like a sky garden was removed, and only the subtle changes of the runes were retained. The beach outside turned into a twelve-petal lotus, and each "petal" was inlaid with a red and blue crystal energy collection array that could continuously produce the sun's true fire.

On the radar screens of space agencies of various countries, this behemoth was first mistaken for a nuclear missile explosion or a meteorite attack, until orbital measurements showed that its altitude had been rapidly increasing - it did not fall, but continued to rise, breaking through the Karman line and rushing towards the predetermined low-Earth orbit.

"This is impossible..." an orbital dynamics expert muttered to himself at NASA's Goddard Space Flight Center.

"No rocket can accelerate to this speed instantly, and... such a huge size? The radar cross-section is dozens of times larger than the International Space Station? This is heavier than all the spacecraft launched in human history combined!"

Zhao Qing sat steadily on the top of the magic circle, his spiritual thoughts penetrated the electronic network and scanned the monitoring data of major countries around the world.

Russia's missile early warning satellite had already captured the energy burst, and Europe's observatories were urgently adjusting their telescopes to track the "irregular near-Earth object" that suddenly appeared.

"Equivalent measurement completed - actual energy released is 52 billion tons of TNT equivalent, and the deuterium-tritium reaction efficiency is 69.3%."

Shi Yiguang leaned against a stone figurine, reading the data sent by the disposable instrument before it was destroyed. The numbers on the holographic projection kept jumping, and he quickly calculated in his mind: "The neutron escape problem in the fusion stage is more serious than expected. The compression ratio of lithium-6 tritide should be increased next time."

"It is nearly one-third lower than the design value. As expected, such a large-yield hydrogen bomb has never been tested in human history. The energy constraint and material loss are still beyond the estimation."

Zhao Qing shook his head slightly, but was not disappointed.

This experiment was enough to verify her computational model, and the next improvement plan will soon take shape.

In fact, just as Zhao Qing expected, the Nibelungen space is actually a perfect nuclear explosion boiler model. It is much more efficient than the controlled nuclear fusion in the general sense and represents a new type of "space constraint".

Behind her, Xia Mi's golden pupils shrank slightly.

Even the Dragon King, who possessed the power of the "World-Destroying Word Spirit", still instinctively shuddered when faced with the destructive power displayed by this purely human creation. The light of the nuclear explosion cast a changing shadow on her pale face, like a primitive person who witnessed the sky fire for the first time in ancient times.

This retrograde column of fire lasted for dozens of seconds. When the last trace of plasma flow passed through the space gate, the afterglow of the nuclear explosion was still flowing in the sky, but Zhao Qing was already sitting cross-legged in the void, his eyes closed, his mind immersed in the fusion wonder he had just observed, and began to practice and comprehend deeply.

In traditional spiritual practice theory, the true fire of the sun is the most yang and powerful flame, but at this moment, based on the evolution of nuclear fusion, what she sensed was a more essential form of energy.

The quantum properties of plasma under extremely high temperatures and the dance of electrons and atomic nuclei produced a wonderful resonance with the entangled star energy circulating in Zhao Qing's body.

At the same time, the power of "entropy increase" also made her realize something: as an almost closed space, the nuclear explosion in the Nibelung brought about high temperatures that could not be dissipated, and everything was in chaos and disorder, just like the interpretation of heat death on a certain level.

Just as Zhao Qing was pondering her insights, an abnormal signal suddenly came from the monitoring network, forcing her to open her eyes and look towards the direction where the Meiji Shrine was originally located. In theory, in the center of the area that should have been completely vaporized, there was an abnormal signal that was continuously absorbing energy.

It was a pitch-black egg, quietly suspended in the void.

It is about the size of a fist, and its surface is as smooth as a mirror without any flaws, as if even light cannot be reflected from it.

The terrifying energy of the nuclear explosion seemed to have no effect on it. Even the surrounding magma strangely cooled and solidified as it approached it, forming a ring-shaped black basalt.

"I found something interesting." Zhao Qing said calmly. Although she had arrived in space on a "spaceship", the broken clouds and the aura space had not yet healed. Through the layers of ice mirrors, she made meticulous observations. "This position and this appearance do not seem to be a coincidence."

"It shouldn't be the White King's Holy Remains, but rather something similar to the Black King's Egg that Percy mentioned just now?"

Shi Yiguang asked: "Wasn't it taken back after it fell into Chu Tianjiao's hands? How did it appear here? Was it a fake? Or was it a false reflection of the Nibelungen, a historical projection?"

They had actually conducted several rounds of exploration in the well where the corpses were buried, but they did not find anything significant, whether it was the Yamata no Orochi or anything else. They estimated that it had moved to another place.

"Anyway, the value is absolutely incredible."

Zhao Qing's mind moved slightly, and a ray of star sword energy fell from the sky like a probe, extending to touch the black egg, "The material structure is unknown, the current energy absorption rate... is about 2 tons of TNT equivalent per second... Is it hatching?!"

"Probably not..."

Xia Mi looked extremely alert, but she said something comforting: "This actually represents immunity to all elemental damage, plus the instinct to devour. However, true hatching requires either initial awakening of consciousness and wisdom, or overwhelming supreme pressure."

"Although I don't know who put this thing here, and whether Odin has tampered with it, I am basically sure that this is more like a 'dead egg' that has not yet been integrated into Nidhogg's spirit."

……

The polar day in the Arctic Ocean is like a gray-white curtain that never fades, forever frozen at the junction of dusk and dawn.

The sun was hanging obliquely in the sky, turning the ice floes into diamond-like facets that flashed a dazzling cold light.

On this dead silent ice field, a steel behemoth is slowly breaking through the ice - the YAMAL, a nuclear-powered icebreaker from the former Soviet era. It was once a symbol of the Red Empire's conquest of the Arctic, but now it has become a renovated luxury cruise ship leased to a European company.

Its armored bow split the thick ice like a giant axe, making a teeth-grinding cracking sound, as if this giant steel whale was gnawing at the edge of the world with its sharp teeth.

The floating ice on both sides of the ship was squeezed and crushed into fine ice chips, leaving a winding white trail at the stern of the ship.

On the deck, Vincent wrapped himself tightly in his black priest robe, his old face reddened by the cold wind, like a piece of frostbitten bark. He squinted his cloudy eyes and looked at the sea fog in the distance, where something seemed to be approaching.

"Here it comes." He murmured in a low voice, with an ugly smile on his lips.

The sea fog is rising.

At first it was just a thin mist, but soon it became as thick as a milky tide, shrouding the entire sea in a hazy chaos. Visibility dropped sharply, and the outline of the iceberg was looming in the mist, as if some ancient giant beast was lurking in it.

Then the roar of the engine ripped through the silence.

A Mi-17 heavy helicopter broke through the thick fog, its body painted in mottled paint, obviously having experienced the ravages of the harsh polar environment. Its rotors stirred up strong winds, stirring up the snow dust on the ice surface, forming a spiral white vortex.

The helicopter slowly landed on the helipad on the rear deck of the YAMAL. The steel hull trembled slightly under the impact, as if resisting the arrival of this uninvited guest.

The cabin door opened and the cold wind carrying ice crystals rushed into the cabin.

The first to jump down were two fully armed mercenaries wearing gas masks, with cold eyes and rifles in their hands, vigilantly scanning the surroundings. Then, several men in black uniforms carried out an ebony coffin, the gold-plated handles glowing with a strange metallic color under the cold light of the polar day.

Then, a tall man walked slowly down the gangway. He was wearing an elegant black suit, leather gloves, and a strange bird-beak mask on his face. It was once the symbol of a plague doctor in the Middle Ages, and now represents a senior investor in the Holy Palace Medical Society.

"Charon." A cold voice came through the mask.

"Sir." Vincent bowed, his voice deliberately flattering, "The Medical Association has finally decided--"

"Shut up, Charon," the masked man interrupted him, "We're not here to listen to your nonsense."

He made a gesture and his men immediately took action.

The lock of the coffin was pried open, and a smell mixed with preservatives and ancient blood gushed out.

Inside the coffin lay a man wrapped in a white shroud. The shroud was stained with dark brown blood and covered with intricate runes painted with dark red paint, like a relic of some sacrificial ceremony. Only a face as pale as paper was exposed.

"Chu Tianjiao, an S-rank hybrid, a former trophy and precious collection of the Medical Association." The masked man's voice was emotionless. "The Kunlun Group is too powerful. We don't want to have another conflict."

Even one of the four monarchs was killed head-on, who else could resist? Or, who dared to be the first to jump out and continue to be the "target"?
Vincent licked his cracked lips. The polar wind had already taken away all the moisture from his lips. "The Medical Association...just let it go?" he asked tentatively, his cloudy eyes moving back and forth between the masked man and the coffin.

The masked man did not answer immediately. He walked to the coffin and gently stroked the dark red runes with his leather-gloved hand. "Times have changed," the man's voice suddenly became low, "The power the other party possesses... is beyond our expectations. No one is willing to confront it head-on."

"So the Medical Association decided to... negotiate?" Vincent asked cautiously.

"Negotiation?" The masked man suddenly laughed, and his laughter sounded like the cry of a night owl. "No, Charon. This is a strategic retreat. We are just temporarily giving up our pawns and waiting for a more appropriate time."

He leaned closer to Vincent, "And you, dear Charon, will be our messenger."

Vincent felt a chill run up his spine - the messenger was often the most easily sacrificed pawn.

This is not just a simple "delivery", but the beginning of a larger game.

The Holy Palace Medical Association feared Zhao Qing's power, but they were unwilling to bow down directly, so they chose this roundabout way - letting an insignificant pawn to transfer the "goods" to avoid direct conflict.

And Vincent happened to be the "pawn" who was pushed out.

But at the same time, a bold idea sprouted in his mind. A mysterious enemy that even the Medical Association could not defeat... perhaps, the time had come for him to change his profession?
"I will... handle it properly." Vincent lowered his head to hide the calculation that flashed in his eyes.

The masked man seemed to see through his thoughts and sneered: "Think whatever you want, Charon. Remember, no matter which side you choose, you are just jumping from one vortex into another bigger vortex. But the premise is to ensure the safe delivery of the 'cargo'."

He snapped his fingers, and the coffin resealed itself. Several sickle-tailed weasels flew in from somewhere and landed on his shoulders.

The helicopter started up again, its rotors stirring the polar wind. The masked man stood at the door and took one last look at Vincent: "Good luck, Charon. I hope you can still keep that disgusting, flattering smile the next time we meet."

……

The cold wind howled, and on the frozen land of Siberia, an almost forgotten railway meandered through the coniferous forest. The rails had long been rusted and the sleepers had decayed, but tonight, the military base that had been silent for decades suddenly woke up.

The heavy explosion-proof door slowly opened, revealing the deep launch silo inside.

The bodies of the intercontinental missiles shone with a cold metallic luster under the dim light, with blurred red numbers printed on the warheads. These weapons, which should have been destroyed at the end of the Cold War, were secretly repaired and reloaded with nuclear warheads at some point.

"Target locked, launch procedure initiated."

A cold electronic sound echoed in the control room. The operator's finger hovered over the red button with a numb look in his eyes, as if he was just executing an ordinary order.

"3, 2, 1... ignition."

Instantly, the earth trembled, the blazing white tail flames tore through the darkness, and the missiles soared into the sky like a giant dragon, cutting through the sky of the polar night. Then, the second, the third... a total of sixteen intercontinental missiles took off one after another, their tails intertwined in the night sky to form a web of death, aiming directly at -

Thousands of kilometers away, the aerospace magic circle where Zhao Qing was.

……

Behind the YAMAL icebreaker, the Mi-17 helicopter has not yet gone far away.

The man wearing a bird-beak mask stood by the cabin door, the telescope in his hand trembling slightly. The polar cold wind poured into the cabin, but it could not cool down his suddenly rising adrenaline.

His eyes were fixed on the sky - there, a dozen shining ballistic trajectories were cutting through the pale sky of polar day, like the scythe of the god of death, pointing straight into space.

"Is that... an intercontinental ballistic missile?!" the masked man cursed under his breath, his fingers unconsciously clenching the hatch handrail.

The assistant beside him quickly called up the satellite monitoring data, his face suddenly changed: "Sir, the launch source is at the abandoned 'K-7' base in Siberia, but it was declared abandoned as early as 1993, so theoretically there should not be a usable launch system!"

"Who gave them permission to launch?!"

The masked man looked grim and suddenly roared. He certainly knew that the "abandonment" of these railways was only an appearance, and he also knew that certain dark forces were still entrenched here, but he did not expect that these people would dare to take action at this time!
Space is an elemental desert, without water, fire, earth or wind. Zhao Qing's "Word Spirit" is nothing but a rootless duckweed, and its defense capability will inevitably be greatly reduced. If the missile successfully penetrates the defense, the power of the nuclear explosion will be enough to destroy everything, and naturally everyone will be happy.

But the question is - what if it fails?
The masked man's throat tightened.

He didn't think that there was anyone in the world who could tolerate such a level of provocation. If she survived, he would definitely track her down to the end. And several dark forces in Siberia and even Russia had registered their names under the Medical Association.

"Speed ​​up and get out of here!" He roared, and the helicopter immediately changed direction and rushed towards the ice field further north.

……

A few minutes later, in the underground war room of the Pentagon, the quarreling among the top military officials almost blew off the ceiling.

"Satellites show an abnormal heat source in the mountains of central Siberia!"

The intelligence officer projected the latest satellite images onto the screen. On the originally barren tundra, sixteen huge launch silos were like awakened steel pythons. "Preliminary judgment is that this is an intercontinental missile cluster launch. The target is..."

His voice suddenly choked, and his trembling fingers crossed the coordinates above the Pacific Ocean:

"Locking onto the unknown celestial body in low Earth orbit."

In the emergency meeting room of the Kremlin, the president slammed the document on the conference table: "This cannot be the action of our military! The 'K-7' base was decontaminated years ago!"

But the radar echo image called up by the head of the intelligence department silenced everyone - sixteen clear booster tracks were cutting through the night sky of the Arctic Circle in a perfect fan shape.

"NATO's spy satellites are recording the entire process," the security adviser's voice was filled with despair, but his pupils suddenly flashed a hint of gold: "We must respond within ten minutes, otherwise the Third World War will break out due to a misjudgment..."

……

In the low-Earth orbit, the fully deployed Qinglei Tianjue formation base was quietly suspended, and the twelve-petal black ice lotus slowly rotated in the vacuum, with blue and golden lightning and fire runes flowing on the surface. Zhao Qing sat cross-legged in the center of the formation, his eyes slightly closed, but his mind had already swept across hundreds of miles.

"Interesting." She suddenly opened her eyes and smiled slightly. She immediately sensed the danger. "Someone actually dared to bomb me with a nuclear bomb?"

"It's a good opportunity to test the power of the formation in space combat."

The next moment, her mind moved slightly, and the crystal array in the petals suddenly lit up. The majestic vitality poured back to the center, and then flowed back along the rune path. At the junction of the edge of the field, it condensed into thousands of red-gold streams of light, shooting towards the direction of the incoming missile like a meteor shower.

The Sun God Thunder Sword has an output equivalent to the standard lower grade of the eighth realm.

The first missile had just broken through the Kármán line and had not yet entered the free flight phase when it was caught up and hit by a line of red-gold fire. The warhead had not yet detonated when it was directly melted by the tens of thousands of degrees of true solar fire.

The boiling metal solution evaporates in a vacuum, forming clouds of flickering plasma.

The second, the third... every interception was accurate, like the judgment of God, strangling the destructive power of the nuclear bomb in the cradle.

On the ground, the surveillance footage of countless observation stations and military satellites showed only bright white spots exploding one after another in the night sky, like a silent fireworks show.

But the price of this performance was that sixteen nuclear bombs, enough to destroy several cities, were completely wiped out.

Based on the Sun God Thunder Sword with a starting speed of over 100 Mach, and assisted by the electromagnetic-energy multi-function radar early warning and locking system, the world's first space anti-missile combat directly achieved a % interception rate, which was like ushering in a new era.

"Stupid choice."

Zhao Qing stopped and looked into the distance, locking onto the source of this sudden attack: "I am not a dragon. I can use the energy of stars and the energy of the sun. The Qinglei Tianjue Formation can absorb light radiation to produce the true fire of the sun, and it has a long-range automatic defense design..."

Basically, it can be said that any known human weapon attack cannot do anything to this magic circle currently located in space.

Shock waves are ineffective in a vacuum environment, so we can only rely on radiation and kinetic weapons. The former is almost just charging it, and as for the latter, after all, it is hundreds of kilometers away from the ground, and the small hypersonic "shells" can be intercepted and destroyed in minutes.

On the other hand, the enemies who hide their identities are mostly dragons, but they cannot use any powerful words in areas with sparse elements.

Even if dozens of first generation species rushed forward and flew over to attack on spacecraft or rockets, they would only be seeking death in vain and would not be able to cause any harm to this place at all.

Even if only Shi Yi Guang was here, the automatic defense was enough to kill ordinary first-generation species. After all, its normal output could surpass that of ten aircraft carrier battle groups. Without defensive words, giant species like the Corpse Guardian King could not withstand the bombardment of modern weapons and ammunition.

Taking into account that in order to break through the realm, the body spirit must eventually return to the original body, and the dragon world has been lacking high-level combat power for a period of time, the deployment of this super weapon is a necessary measure that can bring absolute deterrence and declare one's own fearlessness.

……

The helicopter was shaking wildly in the turbulence. The masked man grasped the armrests of the seat tightly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead under the bird-beak mask.

He finally understood why the Holy Palace Medical Association handed over Chu Tianjiao's coffin - a monster that could ignite the fire of stars in space was simply not something that mortals could fight against.

The masked man's hand unconsciously reached for the headset, only to find that the communication channel had already been occupied by harsh noise. It was obvious that someone was interfering with the signals of all frequency bands.

Feeling upset, he suddenly remembered a record in the Medical Association's archives: In ancient Eastern legends, the true fire of the sun was the ashes of Zhurong's burning of Mount Buzhou. It was the flame of heaven that could burn away all karma in the world.

And now, this cluster of flames is floating above the sky that humans look up to, announcing the birth of a new order with its red-gold glow - in the face of absolute power, any conspiracy and force are nothing more than the remaining snow that is about to melt on the ice field.

At almost the same time, on the Kassel campus, the vice president watched all this through a satellite monitor in space, sighed and said, "Ange, I told you long ago that if this world is eventually destroyed, it will be humans themselves who do it."

……

Inside the "control room" of the Qing Lei Tian Jue Formation, Shi Yi Guang looked at several hidden oxygen generators. They were of no use to a cultivator like her. The vital energy of heaven and earth plus some trace elements were enough to sustain survival.

However, such a large "space station" will naturally not be able to accommodate only a few people.

In addition to the holographic projection conference room, inviting friendly representatives of the alliance to come up for a close visit, face-to-face conversations, and stay in other cabins is also a way to demonstrate strength.

"The experiment is complete, and the space defense array has been deployed. Unrelated parties are not allowed to approach the orbital restricted area." She thought for a moment, sent an encrypted text message to various forces, and then made a phone call. (End of this chapter)