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"Something more important?" Liu Guoliang's eyes widened. "Isn't the elixir of immortality important enough? Just how many more trump cards are you hiding?"

Li Yichen tapped the table twice, ignoring Liu Guoliang's words. He leaned back, crossed his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes to rest.

This display of behavior left everyone in the meeting room in suspense. Dozens of generals stared at each other, none of them in the mood for tea or casual conversation, and even suppressed their coughs.

Two hours later.

The roar of heavy military transport plane engines could be heard outside the window. A gray Y-20 came to a stop on the runway of the Shanghai Military Region airport, its tires scraping against the asphalt and emitting a pungent rubber smell.

The explosion-proof door was forcefully pushed open from the outside.

Old Lu walked at the front, the hem of his gray Zhongshan suit billowing backward in the cold wind of the corridor.

Zhang Mingyuan, Zhou Weiguo, and seven or eight other core elders followed closely behind. The group of more than ten people, looking travel-worn, walked quickly, their leather shoes clicking on the alloy floor of the conference room.

Even He Zhenchuan couldn't sit still at this scene. He braced himself on the table with both hands, stood up straight, and strode away, giving up the head seat at the long table.

Li Yichen stood up, reached for the incubator on the table, and prepared to move it to the side.

"Xiao Li, please sit down." Old Lu grabbed Li Yichen's wrist with a force that was not at all like that of an elderly man in his seventies.

He forcefully pressed Li Yichen back into his chair, then pulled out the chair next to him and sat down close to Li Yichen.

Zhang Mingyuan and Zhou Weiguo each found a seat. The dozens of generals present were all calculating in their minds as they looked at the seating arrangement.

Old Master Lu actually allowed a young man in his mid-twenties to sit on equal footing with him; this weight was immense.

"Old He was vague on the phone." Old Lu had barely settled in, not even taking a sip of water, when his gaze fell directly on the incubator beside Li Yichen. "He said you've developed a potion that can make people live for hundreds of years?"

Li Yichen used his fingertips to pry open the lock on the incubator, and the lid popped open. Cold air mixed with white mist spilled out. He took out the glass tube that shimmered with a pale blue fluorescent light and placed it on the mahogany table.

"Gene evolution potion." Li Yichen pointed to the glass tube, his tone as casual as if he were introducing a bottle of mineral water. "Not one of those crude things from America that turns people into monsters. This stuff rewrites the telomerase of carbon-based life from the very foundation. One injection, and the number of cell divisions is no longer limited."

He looked at the elderly people present and explained in plain language: "To put it simply, it can completely clear away any hidden injuries and shrapnel sequelae left in your bodies. It can restore your physical functions to the peak state of a twenty-year-old."

"Live for three to five hundred years, maintain youthful appearance, and incidentally strengthen muscle and bone density, making it no problem to flip a jeep with one hand."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Mingyuan and Zhou Weiguo exchanged a glance, their breathing completely out of control.

The elderly core members around them, who had just sat down, bobbed their Adam's apples. Live for hundreds of years? Recover to the body of a twenty-year-old? They've toiled their entire lives; what they lack most is time.

With this medicine, they have the energy to propel the Great Xia to unprecedented heights.

A pair of reddened eyes stared intently at the pale blue liquid on the table.

Old Lu didn't look at the medicine.

He placed his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and looked past the medicine, staring directly into Li Yichen's eyes.

"Xiao Li," Old Lu's voice was steady, silencing the restless atmosphere in the conference room, "I want to know, why did you develop this drug?"

The question was abrupt. Liu Guoliang scratched his bald head, thinking, "Is this even a question? Who doesn't want to live forever?"

Li Yichen met Old Lu's gaze and remained silent for a moment. He pushed the glass tube back into the incubator and closed the lid.

He looked up, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the conference room.

"War is coming," Li Yichen uttered five words.

Everyone in the room was stunned.

He Zhenchuan frowned deeply, and Zhang Mingyuan stopped spinning his pen.

Liu Guoliang couldn't hold back any longer and slapped his thigh: "Brother Li, you've gone too far with your joke, haven't you? What war? Your space carrier is suspended in the stratosphere, a 120,000-ton iron lump staring at the whole world."

Space-based weapons are suspended in orbit; they can simply drop tungsten-titanium alloy rods on anything they don't like.

The US doesn't dare utter a sound, while Trump is constantly banging his fist on the table in the Black House. Now, on this blue planet, who dares to lay a hand on our Great Xia?

"It's not Earth." Li Yichen tapped his finger twice on the table. "You all remember what happened a few months ago when the US forcibly deciphered the alien spaceship wreckage, right?"

Old Lu nodded: "I haven't forgotten. We received the intelligence the moment that blue light shot into space."

He picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip of warm water to moisten his throat: "However, Bureau 749 conducted a simulation overnight. Even if the coordinates of Earth are exposed, on a cosmic scale, it would be at least a hundred years before aliens could reach Earth."

The country has indeed been adjusting its strategy and increasing investment in the military industry recently, but that's laying the groundwork for interstellar warfare a century from now.

"Mr. Lu, your analysis of the 749th round was wrong," Li Yichen directly denied.

Without saying much, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers in mid-air.

"Ling'er, get to work."

Blue light converged directly above the conference table. Ling'er's holographic projection appeared; the little girl was dressed in camouflage and her hands were rapidly typing on a virtual keyboard.

"Received, bro. Star map data loaded."

A massive holographic 3D star map unfolded in the center of the conference room. Countless tiny points of light spun before everyone's eyes.

Li Yichen stood up and walked to the star map. He traced a striking blue line with his finger, which was the beam of light that Area 51 had shot into space back then.

"This is the actual trajectory of that broadcast signal," Li Yichen said, pointing to the end of the beam of light. "It didn't just drift aimlessly through the universe. It pointed precisely to a binary star system in the constellation Ophiuchus."

The star map zoomed in. The image of two orange dwarf stars orbiting each other appeared before everyone's eyes.

"The orbital period of these two stars is eighty-six years," Li Yichen announced, his voice echoing in the spacious conference room. "Most importantly, they are only 5.2 light-years away from Earth. Now, do you all understand what I mean by war?"

The meeting room was deathly silent.

I couldn't even hear him breathing.

Zhou Weiguo was the first to react; he understood astrophysics. His face instantly turned deathly pale. He braced himself on the table and stood up, his voice trembling: "Five point two light-years... If that alien civilization possesses a light-speed spaceship, it would only take them five years to reach Earth!"

"Several months have passed since the coordinates were exposed." Zhang Mingyuan's pen fell to the table and rolled onto the carpet. "That means Earth only has four and a half years left."

Four and a half years.

This number is like an invisible mountain, crashing down on everyone's back.

The generals, who had just been fired up by the gene serum, now felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave. He Zhenchuan clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. Xiao Jingshan leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling.

They knew all too well what this meant.

Four and a half years to leap humanity from the Blue Planet era to the interstellar era? To confront a higher-dimensional civilization that might have built spaceships at the speed of light and mastered space travel technology?

This is not a war at all; it is a one-sided massacre.

The Great Xia's military power is indeed dominant on Earth. Whether it's space carriers or space-based weapons, they don't even qualify as cannon fodder in front of light-speed warships.

A sense of despair permeated the air, like thick asphalt, coating everyone's mouth and nose.

Unbeknownst to them, Li Yichen had transformed Blue Star into an indestructible iron giant over the past few months, and even more so, the base for the star-destroying cannon on the far side of the moon had been excavated, and the keel of the six-kilometer-long interstellar capital ship had already been laid.

In their eyes, Earth four and a half years from now is just a piece of meat on a chopping board.

In this extremely oppressive atmosphere, Old Master Lu suddenly looked away from the holographic star map.

His gaze fell downwards and settled on the silver-white incubator next to Li Yichen.

Old Lu looked at the medicine, then at Li Yichen, who stood tall and straight in front of the star map.

He suddenly laughed.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it sounded exceptionally clear in the deathly silent conference room.

"Little Li, stop being so mysterious." Old Lu pointed to the incubator, his tone revealing a knowing wisdom. "I know you definitely have a way to deal with the crisis four and a half years from now, right?"

Li Yichen stopped drawing on the star map, turned around, and looked at Elder Lu with some surprise: "Elder Lu, what makes you say that?"

"Is this even a question?" Old Lu leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the table. "If you had no way to deal with those aliens, you wouldn't have gone to such lengths to develop this gene serum."

He glanced around at his ashen-faced old buddies and said in a louder voice, "Use your brains. If Earth can't survive the crisis in four and a half years, we'll all turn into cosmic dust."

"If everyone's dead, what's the point of his potion that can live for three to five hundred years? Is it just to be made into trophies for aliens?"

Old Lu looked at Li Yichen again, his smile widening: "You never do anything that doesn't benefit you. Since you've brought out the elixir of immortality, it means you're absolutely confident you can keep us old folks alive for four and a half years, even into the future. So, you must have a way, right?"

These words came crashing down.

The people in the conference room were stunned for a moment, their minds racing.

Yup!

If Li Yichen wasn't confident, why would he have gone to such lengths to develop the longevity potion? Everyone will die in four and a half years, so the potion that allows one to live for hundreds of years will be completely useless.

The look of despair vanished instantly.

Zhang Mingyuan picked up the pen from the ground, and Zhou Weiguo sat up straight again. He Zhenchuan loosened his clenched fist, and Liu Guoliang stroked his bald head and let out a long sigh.

The flame of hope was rekindled in the eyes of dozens of people.

All eyes turned past the long table and were fixed on Li Yichen.

They were waiting. Waiting for this twenty-five-year-old to reveal the trump card that could save the entire blue planet.