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

The ball of light contained extremely fine, reddish-gold threads that shimmered.

That was the result of him capturing the residual pulse of the giant fish and embedding it into the plant cell wall. The crimson gold light filaments formed a skeleton in the cell structure, giving these miniature conceptual plants basic resistance to the remnants of the abyss.

"alright."

Funina's water wedge has been pushed into the crack to a depth of about half a meter, forming a narrow channel for clean water.

She didn't turn around, but simply left a fist-sized opening at the back of the passage.

"Shove it in."

Mirror One sent the black-green ball of light from its palm into the opening.

The miniature concept plant begins to grow wildly the moment it comes into contact with the water purification layer. Its roots penetrate into the purified areas on both sides of the crack, and its stem extends deep along the water purification channel. Every cell division consumes the life force flowing in the water purification layer.

The crimson light filaments pulsed within the plant, their rhythm perfectly synchronized with the residual pulses of the giant fish.

One used water as a wedge, the other used plants as nails.

The crack began to widen.

Eight meters, nine meters, ten meters.

The speed was more than three times that of the first dive.

Funina's water wedges cleared the way ahead, while Mirror One's plant rivets secured it from behind.

For every meter advanced, hundreds of tiny plant roots penetrate the crack walls, firmly locking the purified area in place and preventing the abyssal debris from backfilling.

Twelve meters. Fourteen meters.

The chaotic zone began to stir.

Funina sensed that the temperature of the chaotic zone deep within the rift was rising, and the frequency of the black and crimson-gold energies devouring each other jumped from twice per second to five times per second.

"It's going to fight back."

As soon as the words were spoken, a black conceptual shockwave exploded from the chaotic zone.

The shockwave spread outward along the crack, and one-third of the plant rivets in its path turned to ash within 0.3 seconds, the roots broke, the stems disintegrated, and the crimson gold filaments went out.

Funina reacted faster than the shockwave.

The water purification channel instantly thickened three times at the gap, and the wall of pure water molecules blocked the black shock wave within fourteen meters.

"Finish it."

The second batch of plant rivets for Mirror No. 1 has already taken shape in the palm of your hand and will be directly filled into the ashing area.

New roots take hold, new stems grow, and the gap is sealed again within four seconds.

Fifteen meters. Sixteen meters. Seventeen meters.

The gray area around the edge of the mark between Funina's eyebrows has expanded to one-third of its original size.

The energy expenditure was already close to the peak of the first dive, but the breach had only advanced to seventeen meters.

Eighteen meters. Nineteen meters.

For every meter advanced, the intensity of the backlash from the chaotic zone increases by an order of magnitude.

The ashing rate of the plant rivets decreased from one-third to one-half, and the frequency of Funingna's water purification layer replenishment decreased from once every ten seconds to once every three seconds.

Twenty meters.

Fu Ningna stopped.

It wasn't physical exhaustion, it was a matter of judgment.

If they expand outward by just one more inch, the intensity of the Chaos Belt's backlash will exceed the combined suppression limit of the two.

Twenty meters is the critical line.

"Enough. Nail it here."

Mirror One injected the last batch of plant rivets into both sides of the 20-meter line, where the roots intertwined to form a living biological barrier.

Funina covers the outside of the barrier with three layers of water purification membrane, each layer locking an independent hydrogen-oxygen bond structure.

The crack stabilized at 20 meters.

The two hovered directly in front of the rift, and through the twenty-meter-wide opening, the outline of the giant fish was much clearer than when they first descended.

The crimson-gold scales pulsated in the darkness, the rhythm of the light perfectly synchronized with the frequency of the pulses.

Then the pulse changed.

Funina's body tensed up.

It wasn't pain, it wasn't an attack, it was a sensory shock I'd never experienced before.

The pulse is no longer filled with only exhaustion and hope.

Something surged into her senses.

It is not language, not images, not sounds.

More primitive than a concept, older than a memory.

A vast ocean. Sunlight warm enough to defy any ice age. The clamor of countless lives, so dense that every cubic centimeter of water is crammed with traces of existence.

The coastline is completely wrong, the continents are all misplaced, and not a single landmass corresponds to the modern Earth.

Then everything was torn apart.

Darkness rose from the seabed, swallowing all light, all temperature, and all sounds of life.

A seal. An eternal seal.

Funina's brow mark changed from deep indigo to navy blue, becoming so dark it was almost black.

Her breathing stopped for two seconds, and visible ripples appeared on the outer layer of the water purification ball.

She recovered two seconds later.

"...You really know how to pick your timing." Her voice was clearly impatient, a stark contrast to the sensory shock she had just experienced. "I don't have time to reminisce about an old fish right now."

Mirror One was observing all of this from behind her.

He didn't receive the same memory fragments, but he noticed something else.

The giant fish's fins, exposed in the rift, had at least twenty more symbols than during its first dive.

After the rift expanded from eight meters to twenty meters, more of the fin area was exposed to the view, and the engravings were clearly visible in the crimson gold light.

Funina turned to look at him.

"It's not showing me history," she said, her tone returning to its usual indifference. "It's showing me geological eras. The shapes of coastlines, the positions of continents—everything is out of place. It's older than all of humanity's myths combined."

Mirror One did not respond; his attention was completely drawn to the symbols on the fins.

Fu Ningna looked at him for three seconds, then compressed a wisp of water perception into an extremely fine thread and flicked it into his palm.

"Don't touch it. I'm just letting you look at it, not letting you touch it."

A very thin film of water floated up in Mirror One's palm.

The water pressure sensation of Funina is transmitted through this membrane, and every mark on the giant fish's fin is translated into millimeter-level undulations.

The depth of the strokes, the angles of the turns, and the spacing between the lines are all presented to his palm in a tactile way.

At the same time, he activated the Voice of the Mind to capture the symbolic echoes attached to the giant fish's conscious tentacles.

That's not pronunciation, not translation; it's the conceptual weight of each symbol in the language.

Some symbols were heavy, some were light, some carried a burning heat, and some were so cold that they made his spirit tremble.

Two types of information are superimposed.

Topological structure, stroke order, repetition interval, and concept weight value.

It is more complete than just a simple visual record, adding more than one dimension.

He compared the newly discovered symbols with the inscriptions he had previously seen on the base of the Libra.

Nine. At least nine are completely identical.

"Buoy." Furnessa's voice interrupted his analysis. "Push the data in and send it up."

Mirror One removed the last communication buoy from its waist and compressed and wrote the symbolic data in the form of concept weight encoding.

Funina wrapped the buoy's outer shell with a water purification channel to isolate the data from the noise of the abyss, and then let go.

The moment the buoy leaves the water purification channel, it resembles a silver bubble, shooting straight towards the water surface along the pre-set upward trajectory of Funina.

At a vertical distance of 9,400 meters, it would take the buoy 47 minutes to reach the reception range of the Tanyuan's sonar chamber.

Fu Ningna withdrew her water senses and turned to look inside the crack.

The 20-meter-wide opening was firmly secured by plant rivets and a water purification membrane, temporarily suppressing the turbulence of the chaotic zone within the critical line.

The scales of the giant crimson fish shimmered rhythmically in the darkness, but the frequency was a beat slower than it had been six hours earlier.

It saves effort.

"Let's go." Funina turned and moved upwards. "That's all for today."

Mirror One followed her, and the two of them rose at a constant speed along the path they had come from.

Forty-seven minutes later, the probe sounded in the chamber.

The buoy signal light illuminates green on the receiver panel.

The sonar chief pulled out the data chip and handed it to the communications soldier who was waiting at the door. The communications soldier ran across the corridor and delivered the chip into the encrypted communications room.

Chen Jianguo's voice came from the Beijing-bound hotline, hoarse from working a continuous 30-hour shift.

"What is the content?"

The officer on duty in the communications room inserted the chip into the decoding terminal. Instead of images or text, a dense matrix of numerical values ​​appeared on the screen.

Each row corresponds to the topological coordinates of a symbol, and each column corresponds to the stroke depth, turning angle, line spacing, and concept weight value.

"It's not an image, it's coded data. The physical structure parameters of the symbols and... another set of unclassifiable values."

Chen Jianguo remained silent for five seconds.

"It will be split into two copies. The first copy will be sent to Academician Qi in Xianyang, with the highest priority, a Red Star classified document. The second copy will be sent through a special channel of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to the underground restoration hall of the National Museum in Cairo, addressed to Hassan Mohammed Ali himself, and will be accessible only to him and authorized Egyptian military personnel."

"clear."

"Neither of these copies will be shared through regular research channels. We won't give them to anyone who asks."

The communications officer completed the splitting and routing settings on the encrypted terminal, and the two data packets entered two completely independent transmission links respectively.

A satellite relay line runs northwest through the satellite relay station and into an underground base deep within the Qinling Mountains.

Another route westward, passing through three interchange nodes, eventually arrives at the basement of a two-hundred-year-old museum on the banks of the Nile.

The symbol for the deep sea, the symbol for the scales, and the symbol for Xianyang.

The three lines officially merged at this moment.