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

Zhou Dazhuang tried desperately to see the person's profile, but the image shattered and disintegrated in less than half a second. The white light receded from his consciousness like a tide, and his vision was once again filled with the dark red walls of the passage and the cold gears.

His left hand was still resting on the skeletal shoulder.

He abruptly pulled his hand back, his palms covered in cold sweat, his heart pounding wildly in his ears, and he couldn't make out what the researcher was saying on the walkie-talkie.

The temperature of my palm dropped from 40.3 degrees to 37 degrees.

The theta wave falls back to the baseline from its peak in 0.8 seconds, as if someone had pulled the switch to cut off the power.

The skeleton remained kneeling in place, not moving an inch. It didn't care what he had just seen, or perhaps it had deliberately shown him that.

Zhou Dazhuang stood up, supporting himself on his knees. His legs were a little weak, and he took four or five deep breaths to calm his heart rate down.

He pressed the intercom.

"Academician Qi."

"I'm here. I've seen all your data. Your brainwaves just spiked for 0.6 seconds. What did you see?"

"A factory."

"What factory?"

"The bronze terracotta figures were made in a very large place, with a dome that was at least forty meters high. The area below was full of blacksmiths, shirtless and covered in sweat, pouring molten bronze into the molds one batch after another. The finished bronze terracotta figures were then sent onto the tracks, just like an assembly line."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the walkie-talkie.

"Anything else?"

Zhou Dazhuang wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"At the very end, I saw a stone platform on the dome, and a person was standing on the platform."

"Who is it?"

"The man in black was standing with his back to me, his hands behind his back, looking down at the entire factory. There was no one else within thirty meters around him."

"Where's your face?"

"I didn't see it; it didn't turn around before the image shattered."

The walkie-talkie picked up the voice of Academician Qi turning his head and talking quietly to the person next to him. The voice was indistinct and lasted for about ten seconds.

Then his voice returned, with an even stronger tremor in his tone than before.

"Dazhuang, step back first."

"What's wrong?"

"I just had someone check the location of that stone platform you mentioned against the map."

Zhou Dazhuang waited.

"That location on the map isn't marked with a star."

Academician Qi paused for a moment, and Zhou Dazhuang could hear him swallowing.

"It's one word."

"What character?"

"emperor."

The air in the passage seemed to freeze for a moment.

Zhou Dazhuang glanced back at the bronze skeleton kneeling on the ground, then at the spot of light illuminated by a tactical flashlight at the end of the passage. The gears were still turning, and the dark red liquid in the pipes was still flowing.

It's been going on for two thousand years without stopping.

They are waiting for that person to come back.

Or are they waiting for the next person to get on the platform?

He clenched his right hand, the brand on his palm throbbed twice, and the temperature stabilized at thirty-seven degrees.

"I'm coming out."

He turned and walked back along the main passage, his footsteps echoing evenly on the dark red metal floor, while the bronze skeleton behind him remained kneeling on one knee.

He turned around once after taking ten steps.

The ribcage recess of the skeleton was still glowing, the reddish-gold light flickering rhythmically, perfectly synchronized with his heartbeat.

It will kneel there and wait for him to come back.

It's like waiting for two thousand years.

.......

There is no light in the deep sea at a depth of 9,500 meters.

When Funina's right hand spasmed for the fourth time, she held her right wrist with her left hand and waited for seven seconds. The spasm subsided, and the slight trembling that remained in her fingertips traveled from her little finger to her ring finger and back, like a string that had been plucked too many times and whose amplitude was out of control.

The blue light from the mark between her eyebrows dimmed to its lowest level since she awoke, its radiation range shrinking from one meter around her to less than thirty centimeters, barely enveloping her arms and upper body.

Six hours.

On the surface of this 300-meter-high black crystal cocoon, she used her right palm to burn away the abyss residue inch by inch, starting from a purification point the size of a fist and expanding to a circular surface with a diameter of about two meters, advancing more than three meters in depth.

For every centimeter of depth advanced, the density of abyssal debris that needs to be stripped away increases, and the consumption of the Authority of Water also increases accordingly.

At 3.4 meters, the sensation under my palm changed.

It's no longer the cold, corrosive resistance of the remnants of the abyss.

The thing she touched was very thin, so thin that it had almost no thickness, like a piece of paper pressed between layers of black rock.

But the energy signature on that piece of paper was so clear that it made her entire right hand freeze in place.

three seconds.

When blue light shines on that extremely thin layer of ash, the refracted color is neither blue nor purple.

It's black.

Pure black with reddish-gold edges.

The underlying principle of Raven Summoning.

The gray clouds of Weathering With You.

The brown root system controlled by plants.

Transparent ripples of the voice of the soul.

The four abilities were melted into a single layer of conceptual ash the instant the Holy Grail exploded, as thin as a leaf vein specimen dried by the wind, but every molecule was engraved with the same energy pattern.

She recognized the signature.

In the final second before the Mirror World collapsed, the black figure rushed backwards into the heart of the Holy Grail, its wings burning away in the white light, without looking back.

Funina's lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

She placed her right palm on it.

At the moment of contact, the blue power energy and the black raven remnant did not collide or corrode.

resonance.

Starting from her palm, blue light and blackish-gray intertwined, merged, separated, and merged again within a 15-centimeter radius, with the frequency increasing rapidly, like two disassembled melodies finding their rhythm again.

A deep indigo pulse shot out from the fusion point.

It penetrated the remaining forty-odd meters of the crystal cocoon's outer shell.

It penetrates a 9,500-meter-deep sea.

Penetrates the atmosphere.

It traveled 6,400 kilometers at the speed of light.

At an altitude of 9,500 meters, the sound of the probe echoed in the chamber.

The sonar chief sprang up from his chair, ripped off the monitoring earpiece in his left ear, and stared at the 0.07 Hz signal baseline on the screen that had never shifted.

The baseline has jumped.

"Report to the captain: The underwater signal source has experienced a fundamental frequency shift, with the frequency rising by 1.4 percent. The timestamp and the change in light intensity at the blue channel at the stern are completely synchronized."

The captain walked over from the chart stand, bent down, and glanced at the waveform diagram.

"Can you determine the cause?"

"No, this kind of deviation shouldn't occur under natural conditions. The signal source seems to have been stimulated by an external force, causing its heart rate to increase."

The captain straightened up.

"Notify Director Chen."

The communicator pressed the encrypted channel.

Thirty seconds later, Chen Jianguo's voice came through the communication terminal, consisting of only one word.

"wait."

On the stern deck, Zhou Ruo squatted beside the entrance to the blue passageway, holding a notebook that was already more than half full of notes in both hands.

The light at the entrance of the passage was still rotating, its speed unchanged, but its color had changed.

A very thin halo of deep indigo appeared around the edge of the originally pure blue water, and that color was slowly spreading along the outline of the channel entrance, as if someone had dropped a drop of ink into blue paint.

Zhou Ruo pressed the pen tip against the paper, noted the time and color changes, and wrote a line of small characters next to it.

"A non-blue spectrum appeared at the entrance of the channel for the first time; the duration of this color remains to be observed."

She looked up at the night sky, then looked down at the swirling blue light beneath her feet.

His lips parted slightly, but he ultimately said nothing.

All she could do was stay here.