Chapter 171
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Chapter 171: Title
Proxima b.
Ye Linlang activated a wrist-worn device resembling a chronometer as she stepped into the jungle. A luminous membrane silently swept over her body.
Though Atlanteans occasionally ventured into this wilderness, she preferred remaining unseen. The wrist apparatus merged her seamlessly with the environment—technology sharing its origin with her cherished vessel, the Ark.
Beyond the celestial domains of Blue Star and its moon, magic couldn’t be freely wielded. Here in the cosmic expanse governed by technological universe’s laws, supernatural forces held no validity, mirroring pre-Awakening Blue Star’s mundane reality. Technology reigned supreme on Proxima b.
Yet impossibility never hindered Ye Linlang. Hadn’t she pioneered Fantasy Points utilization before Spiritual Energy’s resurgence? Adapting those strategies here required only minor adjustments—localization proved crucial.
Her Proxima b schematics had taken form during initial planning phases for Atlantis. This offshoot civilization, though separated from Blue Star, remained cosmically adjacent. Without her interference, natural progression might eventually unite both civilizations—perhaps when humanity developed interstellar vessels capable of reaching this world within decades. Three centuries? Five? She cared little for exact timelines.
Pre-Awakening Blue Star’s technology marginally surpassed her ancestral Earth’s—modest civilian advancements, restrained military upgrades. Space programs focused on lunar and Martian conquests, yet only Zhongxia’s two-decade-old space station orbited proudly. Other nations abandoned celestial aspirations, their populations swelling while resources concentrated among elites. Ye Linlang mused whether humanity might self-destruct before achieving interstellar exodus.
Venturing deeper, she catalogued alien flora and fauna with her handheld scanner, transmitting data to Ark’s main computer. The system cross-referenced findings with Blue Star’s biological database—a redundant effort, given her ability to purchase universal knowledge through Fantasy Points. But where lay the joy in omnipotence?
Functionally divine, she’d experienced the crushing ennui of omniscience during Blue Star’s deification phase. True divinity meant detachment from mortal trivialities, perceiving existence as mere clockwork mechanics. Yet she clung to humanity’s vestiges—these "pointless" activities preserved her fading mortal essence.
Time’s flow meant nothing to a supreme deity bound to her world’s life cycle. Cosmic death meant her end; the world’s survival guaranteed her eternal recurrence.
Crushed foliage ahead betrayed intelligent passage—not animal tracks. Atlanteans? She advanced carefully, vegetation resisting her progress.
Unfamiliar vocalizations rippled through the air.
Approaching stealthily, she glimpsed moving figures. The alien speech resolved into warm Mandarin: "More specimens here. Hurry, Ali."
"The zizi fruits we found today are so red and large—they must be delicious. Let’s gather more to take back…"
The system’s database perfectly translated Atlantean language and script with uncanny precision, though certain unique terms required approximate substitutions.
Ye Linlang emerged from behind the tree, her gaze sweeping across crimson-laden branches before settling on distant figures.
Atlantean civilization had regressed far more than she’d initially imagined, she noted with a flicker of thought.
Observing the group, she recalled Atlantean profiles from the system’s database—beings seventy percent akin to humans, diverging mainly in stature, features, and longevity. Male Atlanteans averaged over 1.9 meters, females above 1.75 meters, all bearing crystalline azure eyes. Though Blue Star had blue-eyed foreigners, none possessed this particular hue—a paradoxical blend of pale intensity, like cerulean pigment diffusing through water droplets.
Their features merged Western contours with Eastern elegance, creating a race of striking beauty. Lifespans routinely reached 170-180 years barring catastrophes. Yet their societal structure intrigued her most.
Atlantean civilization maintained rigid hierarchies: the deity supreme, followed by priests, temple attendants, then ruling classes. The absence of slave rituals stemmed from their advanced light-based technologies. Peaceful and devout, they’d likely still thrive on Atlantis had global catastrophe not struck.
This perplexed Ye Linlang—why would such an advanced civilization retain deity worship? Instead of discarding faith, they’d intensified it, their cities studded with temples honoring the ocean deity. Their myths echoed matriarchal origins: the life-giving Ocean God depicted female, her domains expanding with civilization while statues remained faceless out of reverence.
Before her stood three Atlantean women in weathered pelts, their gaunt frames unable to mask extraordinary beauty. System records hadn’t done them justice—these were faces sculpted by divinity itself. Proper nourishment could make them outshine Blue Star’s finest celebrities, she mused.
She lingered discreetly, awaiting their fruit-gathering’s conclusion to trace their path home. Primitive societies rarely strayed far during harvests.
"Ali! Come down! You’ll fall!" A brown-haired girl cried upward, azure eyes wide.
Perched precariously, Ali stretched for a ruby cluster—seven plump fruits dangling just beyond reach. "I’m careful," she reassured, rising on tiptoes. Unseen below, her branch developed hairline fractures.
It’ll snap, Ye Linlang realized.
As Ali seized her prize, wood cracked sharply. The girl plummeted eight meters—a fatal drop averted when Ye Linlang activated her anti-gravity device. The falling figure slowed to feather-like descent.
This gravity-altering tool, crafted with Fantasy Points, exemplified her emergency tech. Her pocket’s capacity? Spatial compression gear—technology both cultivation sects and advanced civilizations would develop, which she’d simply… anticipated early.
With limitless Fantasy Points, a universe-spanning database, and her symbiotic bond with world consciousness, even sans Spiritual Energy, she remained this cosmos’ unchallenged sovereign.
