Chapter 167
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Chapter 167: Title
"Unbelievable," Lin Jing murmured, gazing down from his office window.
Similar awe rippled across numerous locations, yet… Blue Star’s expansion marked merely the prologue rather than the conclusion.
Ye Linlang had expended a considerable number of Fantasy Points to proportionally enlarge the planet. Normally unnecessary—the absorption of world fragments naturally increased Blue Star’s size—she chose impatience over waiting. Roads fracturing and cables snapping would cripple communication networks, demanding massive reconstruction efforts.
Time pressed urgently against monster eradication requiring swift intelligence relays. A compromised network would jeopardize the entire cleanup operation.
When primordial tremors subsided, three mist-enshrouded islands materialized above Zhongxia’s eastern seas, their contours blurred by swirling vapors.
Sacred peaks like Kunlun Mountain ascended dramatically, their summits thrusting kilometers skyward. Ethereal radiance burst from Kunlun Mountain Top where violet auroras intertwined with golden radiance, piercing the heavens. Through luminous veils, tiered palaces emerged—a celestial metropolis suspended above the sacred peak.
Over a dozen similar phenomena manifested globally, each mirroring humanity’s oldest myths.
…These transformations left civilizations speechless.
An imperceptible membrane pulsed outward from Blue Star’s core, stretching hundreds of thousands of kilometers to embrace the Moon within its shimmering embrace.
Lunar metamorphosis commenced instantaneously.
Jade-columned pavilions crystallized from void, their arched gateways bearing moon-silvered plaques inscribed "Guanghan Palace". Beyond these structures, emerald sparks ignited in regolith.
Within heartbeats, the luminous seeds unfurled into a towering osmanthus tree—its jade-carved trunk crowned with golden foliage shimmering silver, casting kilometer-long shadows through crystallized branches.
Humanity’s orbital sentinels captured every transformation: satellites blinked, space station astronauts gaped at probe transmissions, while terrestrial observers marveled at the Moon’s newly intricate silhouette come nightfall.
Ye Linlang surveyed her diminished Fantasy Points with bittersweet satisfaction—this spectacle’s rewards ultimately outweighed costs. Mental calculations unfolded: half a year minimum remained to purge remaining monsters and restore normalcy.
This interlude would permit Blue Star’s recovery from cosmological trauma. Though spared catastrophic damage, the planet had sustained serious injuries requiring convalescence.
Yet hesitation held no place in her designs. By now, America must have deciphered the deep blue beam’s purpose?
Nations pursued dual priorities—monster eradication alongside frantic analysis of their transformed world.
*
Lin Jing’s emergency meeting buzzed with theories about Zhongxia’s recent metamorphosis.
"Those eastern islands—could they be Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou from maritime legends? The Three Celestial Peaks where immortals dwell?"
"Plausible. We must attempt reconnaissance despite the obscuring mists."
"Preliminary surveys show multiple orogenic events: Kunlun Mountain, Tiantai, Lushan, the Sacred Five Peaks—even obscure summits now tower kilometers higher."
"Lacustrine transformations accompany these upheavals. Global changes align with demon lords’ warnings about reverting to Ancient Era conditions—our territory alone has expanded over a million square kilometers."
"Division 6 confirms Spiritual Energy density doubled during expansion. Current metrics place us at tier two’s threshold with daily incremental increases."
"Those Kunlun palaces…" A researcher projected hazy images of mountainous architecture. "…match legendary descriptions of the Kunlun Divine Realm. Note the palatial scale—each structure dwarfs our largest cities."
"Although we can’t fully discern the celestial realm’s layout, our analysis suggests it resembles a city—a divine metropolis! Further exploration is required for comprehensive understanding."
Kunlun Mountain’s already considerable altitude now dwarfed even Mount Everest. Such heights remained inaccessible to ordinary people, attainable only by extraordinary individuals.
"Data from the lunar probe Yutu-6 shows no traces of biological activity. Our initial hypothesis about the potential existence of the Moon Goddess Chang’e remains unsubstantiated."
"Recommend initiating exploration."
Presiding over the meeting, Lin Jing listened silently as his subordinates exchanged opinions.
While exploration was inevitable, the methodology posed challenges. Among various sites, the lunar palace presented particular difficulties—sending astronauts demanded exorbitant costs and logistical complexities.
Three sharp raps echoed through the room before the door flew open. An agent from Information Section 2 rushed toward Lin Jing, clutching a dossier with visible urgency.
His expression darkened upon scanning the documents.
"Continue deliberations without me." Snatching the papers, Lin Jing strode from the conference room, leaving bewildered colleagues murmuring about potential crises.
Meanwhile, on Blue Star’s lunar companion…
Ye Linlang surveyed her crafted lunar palace and osmanthus grove with satisfaction. As she departed, the operational Yutu-6 probe briefly entered her periphery.
A knowing smile curved her lips as celestial calculations unfolded in her mind. "Discovery dawns at last."
Her protective domain, originally encompassing Blue Star, now embraced the Moon. Those with sufficient power could withstand the void’s harshness here—a testament to her planetary modifications bearing fruit.
The immediate crisis from the abyss-corrupted world fragment had abated. Her system maintained constant surveillance for potential dimensional collisions, though no alerts currently sounded.
Blue Star’s ascension to tier two had invigorated the World Tree, its flourishing branches now effortlessly nurturing small worlds. Beneath one leafy cluster swelled an exceptional fruit—a nascent realm absorbing departed souls from Earth’s humans and creatures.
Anticipation warmed Ye Linlang as she contemplated the fruit’s eventual form and its embryonic civilization. Yet even with prioritized resources, six earthly months would pass before maturation.
Near lunar orbit drifted a spaceship embodying alien aesthetics, its construction blending technologies from system-archived civilizations. While Fantasy Points could temporarily warp reality’s strict physical laws, such expenditure proved unnecessary here.
Blue Star Technology struggled to achieve even subluminal velocities, forcing reliance on extraterrestrial engineering for interstellar travel—an irony given the world consciousness’ omniscience across the cosmic expanse.
Per the system’s quadripartite civilization scale, Blue Star languished at 0.7 while this vessel’s creators ranked as tier-three entities employing spatial jumps spanning thousands of light-years. The absence of detected tier-four civilizations offered cold comfort.
Blue Star’s galactic obscurity and metaphysical shielding had prevented earlier detection—a fortunate circumstance given humanity’s technological infancy. The alien craft’s lunar proximity remained undetected by terrestrial instruments.
Ye Linlang materialized aboard the vessel, its interiors reshaped to her preferences under an AI pilot’s guidance. Coordinates input, the ship accelerated from lunar orbit before vanishing in a spatial leap.
The navigation screen illuminated with Centaurus’ triple-star system. Magnification revealed Proxima Centauri b—4.2 light-years distant, a human fantasy colony world currently beyond their reach.
Reality diverged from human assumptions: this atmosphere-rich planet already hosted life. Atlantean refugees had settled here, their presence unknown to Earth’s observers.
Descending through breathable air (98% Earth-analog), Ye Linlang engaged cloaking systems to avoid detection. Her craft settled on a coastal plain bordering alien jungles.
Two divergent lifeforms shared this world—aquatic and terrestrial variants of identical origin, their evolutionary paths mysteriously bifurcated. Atlantis’ civilization now stagnated at tier 1.1, its technological heritage eroded while biological adaptation flourished beneath alien waves.
No, correction—no technological traces remained. Only primal survival.
