This is what an immortal should be like

Chapter 206 Top Secret Number 001
Outside the isolation tents along the riverbank, the military guards still meticulously remained at their posts.

However, since the ambulance took the person away in the chaos, a long time has passed inside the isolation tent, and it seems that there has been no movement at all!
The two guards at the door couldn't help but feel puzzled. Why was there not a sound at all?
Just then, footsteps approached from ahead, and an officer led a group of men to relieve them. The newcomer was a young officer. Upon arrival, the original guards and the relievers saluted each other.

The officer arrived at the isolation tent, a hint of doubt on his face.

"So quiet? Is no one inside?"

"Sir, the commander and experts are all inside, but... it's been quiet for quite a while now!"

has a problem!
The officer's face immediately turned serious. He raised his hand and made a gesture, and all the soldiers around him, including the original sentry, felt a chill and all of them unhooked their guns and released the safety.

With the click-clack of the gun being cocked, the alert posture was already prepared.

Afterward, two soldiers carefully used their rifles to lift the curtain of the isolation tent, and the officer and others cautiously peered inside from one side.

Although it wasn't as bright inside as outside, the white plastic tent and the presence of some lit candles made it relatively bright.

However, all the soldiers and experts inside remained motionless, as if a photograph had been frozen at the moment the shutter was pressed!
The officers and soldiers who witnessed this scene were all stunned.

"That big tortoise shell seems to be glowing?"

The officer nodded slightly. The target was so obvious that it was hard not to notice it. However, it wasn't the entire turtle shell that was glowing, but rather there was a halo above the turtle's back. It was just that people outside couldn't see it because of the angle and height.

"Sir, shall we go in?"

One soldier hesitated and asked a question, while the rest of the soldiers looked at the officer outside.

The young officer shook his head and gently lowered the curtain again.

"Seal off this area and prohibit anyone from entering. I need to request permission from a higher level!"

The situation inside was too bizarre; it would be extremely unwise to go in directly. Moreover, the officer's superior was also inside the shed, so the only option was to bypass his superior and request instructions.

In the hospital, Mr. Ban and Mr. Gong were lying on the hospital bed receiving IV drips in a relaxed and leisurely manner. Now that the matter was completed, the two of them could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

By the time they finished drawing the second half, the two of them had a basic understanding of what was contained within the tortoise shell. The sheer volume of information was mostly transmitted through divine will, much like how cultivators read books containing special information.

As for how ordinary people can see the contents, it's not hard to guess; it must be related to that huge tortoise shell.

The two lay with their eyes closed, actually communicating with each other telepathically. Meanwhile, the staff of the Imperial Observatory standing beside them would occasionally check their watches, and at one point even muttered something under their breath.

"Why didn't they even call to check up on us? That's really unacceptable."
-
After a full twelve hours, everyone in the quarantine tent on the banks of the Yangtze River in Jingzhou had regained consciousness.

Many people, upon waking up, were so shocked and bewildered that their legs went weak and they could hardly stand. Some even sat down on the ground. Even so, everyone's face was filled with disappointment and disbelief.

And judging from the way they looked at each other, they must have all experienced similar things.

The middle-aged officer was in good physical condition. Although his legs were very sore, he did not fall down and even helped Duan Kang, who was standing next to him.

"Dean Duan, didn't you all see that kind of scene too? From ancient times to the present, you know what I mean, right?"

Duan Kang nodded and looked at everyone present.

"Is there anyone who didn't see it?"

Everyone looked at Duan Kang, and no one shook their head, but their eyes revealed a faint look of surprise as they gradually came back to their senses. After receiving this information shock, their brains were still processing it at a rapid pace, so much so that they couldn't even muster the thought of exchanging ideas with each other.

"We need to inform the leadership about this major discovery. We all need to get a physical examination!"
-
Outside the isolation tent, the number of soldiers guarding it has doubled.

In the past 24 hours, many people have come to check the isolation tent, and some have even lifted the curtain to look inside, but neither flashlights nor sound stimulation could elicit a response from the people inside.

Air pollution and radiation tests have been conducted several times already, and all results show no problems.

Faced with such a bizarre scene, all the military could do was try to control the situation, and the guards were also required not to approach within five meters of the isolation shed.

But at that moment, the curtain of the isolation tent was suddenly lifted from the inside.

"Click" "Click" "Click".
The sound of bullets being chambered filled the air as many guns were pointed directly at the entrance to the isolation shed, leaving the middle-aged officer who had just come out of it momentarily stunned.

"What's wrong? You bunch of brats, have you lost your minds? You actually pointed a gun at me!"

The officer cursed angrily, and only then did the soldiers on the perimeter realize who it was, and many of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"Commander? You're alright?"

"What do you mean?"

An officer stepped forward and glanced at his wristwatch.

"Don't you know? You've been inside motionless for 24 hours!"

"What? Twenty-four hours!"

The middle-aged officer glanced at his watch again, realizing why he felt so exhausted and why everyone inside was so limp. He'd thought it was from looking at that strange picture, but it turned out a whole day had passed!
Three more days passed, and a modified special transport ship arrived at the Yangtze River in the Jingzhou section, along with large lifting equipment from the shore. The giant tortoise shell, which had been stranded for several days, finally left the riverbank by ship and was then transported by special vehicles at a certain stop along the way to Kyoto.

While the tortoise shell was still en route, a gentle breeze blew into the ancient building of the Imperial Observatory from outside, transforming into a slightly hazy figure—it was Zhuang Lin, who had arrived at the Imperial Observatory.

Of course, none of the people coming and going in the Imperial Observatory could see Zhuang Lin at this time, and he also avoided the cameras from all angles by hiding himself.

After learning about the Xuan Tian Yi, Zhuang Lin did want to come and see it.

However, the original plan was to wait until Xi Miao had time to bring her to take a look, since she should know more about such mysterious treasures that are connected with the principles of Yi Jing, while Zhuang Lin himself might not be able to handle them.

Given the circumstances today, it's best to come and take a look. After all, we've already gone through a lot of trouble, so it's better to make the whole thing more convincing.

Since receiving the message that day, the formation at Taiji Temple has completely sealed off the flow of energy, so the Xuan Tian Yi has been silent for several days, although the pointer has remained in that direction.

Zhuang Lin stood before the Xuan Tian Yi, pondered for a moment, then gently touched it. Instead of using his magic power, he extended his mental power.

There was some resistance, but after all, it had been so long since the end of the Dharma era, and he had only absorbed a little bit of spiritual power from his two masters, Ban and Gong, so he still couldn't withstand Zhuang Lin's divine sense probing.

Although he still didn't understand the whole picture, Zhuang Lin's brief investigation was far more in-depth than that of the people from the Imperial Observatory, and he even learned some of its uses.

Even now, although the Qi mechanism of Taiji Temple has been sealed off, the Xuantian Instrument still seems to point to the southwest.

With a slight thought, Zhuang Lin channeled a wisp of magic power into the bronze mirror on one side of the Xuan Tian Yi. A certain pattern on the mirror rotated with a "click," and the sense of direction immediately disappeared.

At this moment, the Xuan Tian Yi (a type of astronomical instrument) remained still, but its pointers slowly returned to their initial position, emitting a soft sound.

Zhuang Lin's lips curled up slightly, and before the pointer could turn back, he immediately used his mind to send out several streams of magic power, which quickly merged into the Xuan Tian Yi. He also stirred up a few artistic conceptions, and sent this divine intent along with the magic power into the Xuan Tian Yi.

I don't understand, but knowing how to use a little bit is enough!
At that moment, a faint phantom image of a giant tortoise shell appeared on the large compass above the Xuan Tian Yi before disappearing.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The entire celestial sphere began to rotate slightly again, immediately attracting the attention of some staff members of the Imperial Observatory.

Soon, many people gathered around to observe the new activity of the Xuan Tian Yi and record its various indicators, while Zhuang Lin had already disappeared.
-
On the fifth day at noon, in a special meeting room in a highly confidential area of ​​Kyoto, several figures who were usually only seen in national news arrived.

Surrounded by plainclothes guards, the group entered the conference room and sat down at one side of a not-so-large long table. They looked solemn and did not talk. After sitting down, they nodded to the guards beside them.

"Let Dean Duan and the others come over!"

"Yes!"

Before long, Duan Kang, the middle-aged officer, and several others arrived at the conference room door.

The group took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the documents and scrolls in their hands.

"Please come in, the commander is already waiting!"

"Um"

Duan Kang responded, and as the guard opened the door, the group entered the room and saw several elderly men sitting at the table.

Like soldiers, they all saluted the table.

The old man in the middle nodded slightly.

"Dean Duan, everything is prepared according to your requirements. Let's begin!"

"It's the chief!"

Duan Kang nodded to the person beside him. The middle-aged officer suppressed his excitement, stepped forward, opened the scroll cover, and took out a piece of drawing paper, but did not unfold it immediately.

"Several leaders, once you are immersed in the content of the painting, 24 hours should pass directly, and so far no side effects have been found!"

"Alright, haha, those storms and gunfire back then didn't take our lives, so we're not afraid of this!"

"Dean Duan, we believe in you, let's begin!"

This scroll only works when viewed from within three kilometers of the giant tortoise shell, and viewers are typically immersed in it for twenty-four hours.

The middle-aged officer no longer hesitated and unfurled the scroll in front of the elderly men.

At this moment, the original contents of the Yangtze River Mirror were presented to the group. However, those who had already seen it once seemed unable to enter that feeling again. The feeling and images were already deeply engraved in their hearts and were unlikely to be forgotten.

Duan Kang and the middle-aged officer then left the scrolls and the document bag they had brought, leaving only a few others in the meeting room to look after the elderly men.
-
Twenty-four hours later, in the same conference room, several elderly men regained consciousness, still somewhat dazed.

After a quarter of an hour, the file bag left by Duan Kang was opened, and several elderly men signed their authorizations on it one after another.

Activating the highest-level classified authorization of the Great Yan Dynasty—Top Secret No. 001
(End of this chapter)