Chapter 179
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Chapter 179: Title
Inside the Ark.
Ye Linlang smiled.
As expected of a priest serving deities—his honeyed words flowed effortlessly. She wondered how other gods perceived such flattery from their devotees. Not unpleasant, she decided.
After all, who could resist sweet praises?
Yet pleasantries alone wouldn’t earn special favors. Across Planet Atlantis’s hundreds of tribes, each priest had received divine prophecies since the gods’ emergence. Though every settlement now faced humanity’s transformation into merfolk, she’d ensure orderly transitions to prevent panic.
Had the Atlantean civilization’s ancient satellites remained functional, these orbital eyes might’ve detected the planetary-scale metamorphosis. But their derelict technology lacked self-repair capabilities—until Ye Linlang casually restored the tattered constellations drifting in the sky. Given their current technological regression, rebuilding such infrastructure would take years; her interim solution included artfully damaged decoys among the repaired satellites.
Seventy-two hours post-rainfall, beneath Tribe Number Forty-Two’s territory, a slumbering relic stirred. The Underground Preservation Base—compact yet indestructible—housed Atlantis’s crowning achievement:
[Atlantis Third-Generation Smart Network Mainframe ‘Enoch’ exiting hibernation. Reboot complete. Initiating diagnostics…]
[Hibernation duration: 18,970 years]
[Structural integrity: 70% operational. Maintenance required. Base connection failed… No network detected… Local archives corrupted (7% data loss)…]
Upon a silver dais glowed a skull-sized deep blue crystal, its luminescent veins pulsing rhythmically.
[No Atlantean lifeforms detected. Master recognition protocol suspended. Secondary autonomous authorization commencing in 180 seconds…]
[Primary objective confirmed: Guide Atlantis to reclaim cosmic sovereignty and rejoin the ancestral realm…]
[Ambient spiritual energy: Tier One Intermediate. Anomalous resurgence logged (insufficient data for analysis)…]
[Nanomachine production link established. Manufacturing order: 3,000,000 units. Awaiting control hub restoration…]
[Energy reserves adequate. Supplementary nanomachine bugs requisitioned for structural repairs…]
Unaware of the awakening titan beneath their feet, Tribe Number Forty-Two’s citizens carried on—including those struggling with newfound limbs.
“How do you feel?” Greenlan studied the recently reverted humans.
“Perfectly fi—” Their boast collapsed mid-step as knees met floor.
The priest arched an eyebrow.
“Truly! The fish tail’s prolonged use left our legs… uncooperative.” One man waved dismissively. “Check the others first—we’ll relearn walking by sunset.”
"They still haven’t reverted yet."
The Eng tribe comprised three hundred young adults and over seven hundred elderly and children. Three days proved insufficient to restore all members. Left with no alternative, they prioritized transforming the young merfolk warriors first to maintain defensive capabilities.
Far from uneventful, these three days witnessed transformations among Atlanteans who became merfolk—their strength amplified while their frames paradoxically condensed into more resilient forms.
Across Planet Atlantis, every tribe mirrored the Eng tribe’s experiences.
Ye Linlang shifted her observation to the seabed depths, curious about the adaptation progress of the Merfolk of Atlantis Under the Sea. Having classified both groups as a unified race, she harbored hopes for their harmonious integration.
The unpredictability of future realms drifting toward Blue Star concerned her. True planetary attractions could unleash far greater chaos than the Abyss Fragments’ disturbances. The next convergence might involve a universe world—a dire scenario given Blue Star’s current Tier Two status barely sufficing against isolated realms. Should galactic-scale worlds arrive, Earth’s civilization would face insurmountable odds.
Finding another realm with a world consciousness as uniquely specialized as Blue Star’s remained improbable. Unlike others evolving holistically, Blue Star’s lopsided development prioritized combatting Abyssal aura-infected fragments through rapid planetary ascension.
While Blue Star approached Tier Two Level, other civilizations likely lingered at Iron Level—utterly defenseless against higher-tiered worlds. Even a Tier Three Civilization couldn’t salvage such encounters.
Beneath the waves, ordinary people remained unaware of the true number of merfolk cities. Only temple priests and royal lineages retained this knowledge, aware yet isolated from distant communities. Once-thriving intercity exchanges had dwindled over centuries to mere echoes of connection.
Ye Linlang focused on Base One, drawn by both the goddess Haetis’ grand temple and her prior visit. The royal elder addressed the great priest anxiously: "Three days since the goddess revealed our Ocean’s Heart fragment possession, yet we remain empty-handed. Might divine displeasure follow?"
"Regardless, we persist," the priest countered. "Have land emissaries been chosen?"
"Departing tomorrow," the chief confirmed. "I expanded the envoy, uncertain of surface dwellers’ reception. Our long separation bred mutual estrangement." He shifted topics: "That technology you mentioned—have you located its control point?"
"Summoned you precisely for this." The priest’s eyes gleamed. "Guided by the goddess, I discovered our ancestors’ creation within this very temple."
Staff in hand, he led the chief through ancient corridors. At the Control Room’s entrance, his staff struck a specific stone embedded in the wall, awakening dormant mechanisms with resonant clarity.
The stone retracted, revealing a small floating crystal pyramid as an emotionless voice spoke in Atlantean.
【Visitor identity confirmed: No matching records in database.】
【Species detection in progress… Verified as Atlanteans of this civilization. Present key device for authentication scan.】
The priest extended his Staff.
A Blue Light emanated from the crystal pyramid, sweeping vertically across the ceremonial rod.
【Key authentication successful.】
【Initiating verbal command verification.】
【Revered God of the Ocean, great sovereign of the seas, you who dwell in the divine realm’s Lake of Life, having shaped my masters – the Atlantean civilization – through the waters’ primordial essence.】
The crystal pyramid fell silent, awaiting the ritual response.
"You are the major deities of Atlantis, celestial wanderers wielding cosmic might."
"Poseidon embodies your divine authority, your sacred mantle."
"Though heaven’s vault shatters and seawater evaporates, though Atlantis itself perishes, your stellar radiance endures eternal," the priest intoned.
【Command sequence validated. Provisional access approved.】
【Ten-minute visitation period initiated.】
A portal materialized soundlessly before them.
The tribal chief gaped at this unprecedented spectacle – never in his lifetime had he witnessed sentient crystals conversing with mortals.
The veteran priest, having previously experienced this wonder, urged: "Chief, we must proceed. Our time flows swiftly."
Control Room.
Gone was the gloom from Ye Linlang’s initial visit. Restored systems hummed with renewed vitality, illumination panels glowing steadily.
Pure technological constructs might crumble to rust over millennia, but those infused with Spiritual Energy maintained self-repairing capabilities when exposed to ambient energy fields.
—An evolutionary shift in Atlantean technology engineered by Ye Linlang herself, Blue Star’s reciprocal gift to its progenitor civilization.
During her terrestrial sojourn, she’d reimagined Atlanteans as luminous energy manipulators, seeding their culture with algorithmically-derived Spiritual Energy Technology.
Blue Star’s inhabitants later expanded upon these foundations through dedicated research.
Ye Linlang had artfully adapted their innovations, imprinting them with distinct Atlantian styling to prevent recognition during potential cross-cultural encounters – logical parallels emerging from shared technological ancestry.
