Fate's Choice: Livestream at the Start Summoning Billions of Ravens

At the position corresponding to the central axis of Xianyang Palace, a reddish-gold spot the size of a thumbnail seeps out from the bronze surface. The brightness is not high, but it is particularly eye-catching in the dim yellow light.

The light spots were flashing, and the frequency was recorded by the heart rate bracelet on Zhou Dazhuang's wrist.

At the end of the corridor, a set of real-time data popped up on the monitoring terminal in front of Academician Qi.

The researcher's voice came through the headset.

"Teacher Qi, the light pulse frequency of the star marker is perfectly synchronized with his heart rate, seventy-two times per minute, not a beat off."

Academician Qi frowned.

"What about the EEG data?"

The researcher paused for two seconds.

"There's a problem."

Academician Qi placed his hand on the table.

"What's the problem?"

"His brainwaves showed a low-frequency component that had never been seen before, and the amplitude of the 4 Hz theta wave increased threefold."

The researcher's speaking speed noticeably increased.

"This kind of waveform usually only appears during deep meditation or a meditative state, but the problem is that his eyes are open, his eye movement frequency is completely normal, and the activity of his visual cortex has not decreased."

He paused for a moment.

"He was in a state of deep theta wave activation in a conscious state, a combination I have not found in any known literature."

Academician Qi stared at the pulsating EEG waveform on the screen. The amplitude of the curve tugged violently between the normal and abnormal ranges, and each time it reached a peak, it corresponded to a green flash on the heart rate bracelet.

"Continue monitoring without interruption."

Inside the underground palace.

Zhou Dazhuang squatted in front of the casting platform, his eyes fixed on the reddish-gold star mark.

The flashing frequency of the light spot was perfectly synchronized with the beating frequency of his chest cavity; each flash was perfectly timed to the beat of his heart contraction, without ever deviating.

His palms were getting hotter and hotter.

Fragments of images began to flash through my mind.

This time it was longer and clearer than the last time.

A huge underground space.

The dome is over thirty meters high, and the four walls are covered with bronze gears and drive shafts in operation. The meshing surfaces of the gears gleam with a lustrous metallic sheen under the dark red light.

Dark red liquid flowed through transparent pipes that extended from the walls to the dome, then turned back down, densely covering the upper half of the entire space.

Countless craftsmen operated unknown mechanical devices bare-chested, their backs reflecting the firelight, sweat dripping from the grooves between their shoulder blades, flowing down their spines into the coarse linen tied around their waists.

The sound of a copper hammer falling.

Sparks flew in the darkness.

The image lasted for about two seconds.

Then it shattered.

Zhou Dazhuang leaned back slightly, pushed off with his right foot, and took a big step back from his squatting position, his knee almost hitting the ground behind him.

He took a deep breath.

The number on the heart rate bracelet jumped from 72 to 98.

The researcher's voice rang out again from the terminal at the end of the corridor.

"My heart rate jumped from 72 to 98, and the theta wave component of my brain returned to normal within 1.5 seconds. The whole process was as abrupt as cutting off the power."

Academician Qi held the microphone.

"What is his current condition?"

Researchers retrieved surveillance footage from inside the underground palace.

"Standing, breathing rate is relatively fast, right hand is clenched into a fist, palm temperature is dropping, currently 37.9 degrees Celsius, and still dropping."

Inside the underground palace, Zhou Dazhuang stood up straight.

His breathing gradually calmed down, and the rise and fall of his chest gradually returned to normal, from the point where his ribs were fully expanded with each inhalation.

He knew perfectly well that those images came from the real past, and that all of this had indeed happened in that space two thousand years ago.

Tiger Talisman is feeding him memories.

He looked down at his right palm, where a dark red brand was embedded in the skin, the edges of the lines pulsating slightly with his pulse.

He raised his hand to his eyes, his five fingers spread wide.

The temperature of the brand was dropping, 37.5, 37.2, 36.9, but the feeling of adhesion still lingered deep in the palm, a faint pulling force seeping out from the bone crevices.

He clenched his fingers, made a fist, and then relaxed them.

The heat in my palm has returned to near the baseline.

Zhou Dazhuang stared at the brand and remained silent for more than ten seconds.

At the end of the corridor, Academician Qi heard the researcher's voice coming through his earpiece.

"The palm temperature returned to 36.7 degrees Celsius, the heart rate dropped to 79, and the brainwave frequency returned to the normal baseline across the entire spectrum."

Academician Qi tapped his fingers twice on the table.

"Call him out."

Before the researcher could respond, Zhou Dazhuang in the surveillance footage moved.

He did not go to the door.

He turned around and faced the miniature map on the casting table again, directly at the reddish-gold star mark.

He stood there, his back straight, his arms hanging at his sides.

The temperature of the brand on the palm had just dropped to the baseline in less than three seconds.

It's starting to rise again now.

Thirty six point eight.

Thirty-six point nine.

Exactly thirty-seven degrees.

The researcher's voice rose half a tone in the headset.

"Teacher Qi, the temperature of his palms is rising again."

Academician Qi's hand remained on the table.

In the surveillance footage, Zhou Dazhuang looked down at his right palm, then looked up, his gaze falling on the reddish-gold star mark.

His lips moved.

The microphone in the underground palace captured his voice and transmitted it to the monitoring terminal at the end of the corridor via a line.

"What do you want me to see?"

He spoke in a low voice, but enunciated each word clearly.

"Take me to see it."

The temperature of my palm rose by 0.7 degrees after those words were spoken.

The number on the monitoring terminal jumped from 37.0 to 37.7.

The researcher turned to look at Academician Qi, his mouth agape, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Academician Qi stared at the back of the young man standing in front of the casting platform on the screen. The light shone from the side, and his right hand hung down by his side with his palm open. The dark red mark shone with a reddish-gold arc in the warm light.

The color of that arc was exactly the same as the star mark on the map.

Academician Qi took his hands off the table and placed them on his knees with his fingers interlaced.

He did not order anyone to be called out again.