Chapter 222
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Chapter 222: Title
【Should we commence immediately?】
“No, make necessary preparations first. We’ll begin when I require it.”
【Acknowledged.】
If the current circumstances were likened to a strategic game, Blue Star now holds two critical objectives, with two more emerging in a month and an approaching third target in three months.
Given Blue Star’s tight schedule, pursuing side endeavors now risks creating unmanageable complications.
“Is my spaceship prepared? I’m ready to depart.” Ye Linlang rose from her seat, arching her back in a languid stretch before adding, “This journey will also allow me to assess Atlantis’s progress firsthand.”
【The Ark stands ready for deployment at your command.】
“Initiate teleportation.”
A faint smirk played on Ye Linlang’s lips as spatial distortion enveloped her exclusive office. Between heartbeats, she materialized within the Ark’s Control Room.
Embracing her self-proclaimed role as a “nurturing matriarch,” Ye Linlang had always practiced tough love toward Blue Star – hence her decision to let Heavenly Inquiry, Outlets, and the planet itself resolve their conflicts independently.
Should Blue Star face defeat, preserving this experimental world through stasis would become her only recourse.
The Ark maintained its cloaked vigil near the Moon, itself bathed in the expanding aura of Spiritual Energy radiating from Blue Star’s core. Though lunar satellites from various nations continuously scanned the celestial body, Ye Linlang’s divine authority within the Spiritual Energy domain effortlessly masked the Ark’s telltale gravitational signatures.
Decades of advancement had refined manned spaceflight technology and lunar landing techniques to near-perfection. While current projections suggested year-long preparation cycles for lunar expeditions, concentrated resource allocation could slash this timeframe dramatically.
Within the Ark’s advanced hull – a technological marvel rivaling cosmic supercivilizations – Ye Linlang observed the Milky Way’s holographic star map while automated systems executed her spatial jump coordinates. This real-time galactic cartography, extracted from the system’s archives, guaranteed absolute temporal accuracy.
The universe world surrounding Blue Star had endured countless eons. Previous cycles birthed magnificent civilizations that scaled cosmic heights, only to crumble against immutable universal laws. Now in its rebooted cycle, the cosmic stage lay barren – most civilizations extinguished before flowering, others stagnating in primordial states.
Ye Linlang’s initial ambition to cultivate fledgling civilizations now seemed quixotic. The devastating reboot had drained the world consciousness into dormancy, erased eons of accumulated energy, and compressed universal chronology into a fragile facsimile of its former self. Though appearing ninety billion years old, reality warped through desperate temporal recoil – a patchwork cosmos where only the Milky Way retained flickers of life.
This cosmic triage, while logical for preserving the core civilization, transformed an already arduous revival into a harrowing trial. Where once she hoped to mentor emerging societies, Ye Linlang now faced a galactic wasteland – Blue Star’s pre-industrial civilization ironically ranking among the more advanced, despite its infancy.
For civilizations across the stars, survival demanded clearing invisible evolutionary hurdles. The critical transition – akin to humanity’s Industrial Revolution – served as civilization’s crucible. Those who ignited their technological singularity would see exponential growth, their ambitions inevitably turning starward. Those who faltered? Condemned to planetary graves, their potential extinguished with finality.
Regardless of resource limitations or the soul-deep yearning kindled by stargazing, extraterrestrial migration remains profoundly challenging. Historical records show ninety-nine percent of previous epoch civilizations became permanently stranded on their home planets at this critical juncture.
Only those fortunate enough to develop viable spacefaring technology could claim the title of interstellar civilization. Such societies were vanishingly rare – after successive evolutionary filters, survivors represented less than one worthy candidate per thousand possibilities.
Ye Linlang had previously contemplated humanity’s predicament – how Blue Star’s people might interact with elder civilizations after the Awakening of Spiritual Energy permeated the cosmos. Now such concerns proved unnecessary.
Humanity might instead outpace all competitors. She envisioned future expeditions discovering world after world inhabited solely by primitive civilizations or agrarian societies – a prospect almost too delightful to contemplate.
The Ark’s leap speed proved astonishing. During her musings, the vessel had traversed over a thousand light-years, leaving Earth’s cradle far behind.
Ye Linlang scrolled through system-curated records of perished civilizations from previous cycles. These fell into three phenotypic categories: human duplicates, bizarre non-human entities, and near-human derivatives.
At 1,160 light-years distant hung an amethyst-hued world orbiting a star system mirroring Sol’s configuration, albeit with three additional terrestrial planets and one gas giant. The Ark pierced the fourth planet’s wafer-thin atmosphere, descending through violet-tinged skies.
"Remarkable this rock sustains life," she murmured. "Humans here would perish within hours unprotected."
Disembarking beneath the hovering Ark, she surveyed the suspended archipelago. The environment echoed Planet Atlantis’ harsh beauty but intensified – scattered sky-islands floated above polar ice caps spanning planetary hemispheres. Her analyzer showed oxygen levels 30% below Blue Star’s baseline.
Closing her eyes, Ye Linlang sighed. The World Tree’s branches couldn’t span this gulf without Blue Star achieving tier four status. Her own comprehension of cosmic laws remained incomplete – an old limitation resurfacing.
Today’s purpose lay elsewhere. Kneeling at the island’s edge, she submerged her hand in seawater indistinguishable from Earth’s oceans save its chill. Planetary temperatures ranged from 19°C to -30°C according to Ark scans.
Though barred from manipulating spiritual energy or extending the World Tree here, divine power remained accessible – albeit requiring constant effort to counter the slumbering world consciousness’ instinctive resistance. The cosmic order tolerated her heresies only through residual bonds with the dormant entity.
Azure currents swirled between her palms, coalescing into a whirling vortex lifted dripping from the waves. The quivering blue mass in her hand – a first experiment using local materials rather than pure creation – pulsed with nascent life.
The gelatinous form shifted, developing ocular specks and a yawning mouth fissure. Ye Linlang smiled as the newborn nuzzled her wrist with glacial pseudopods. Her fingertip grazed its crown, imparting essential knowledge. The overloaded creature collapsed comically in her palm.
"Futile to perceive your maker clearly," she whispered, returning it to the tides. All fledgling species received their creator’s boon – humanity and spirit cultivators alike. This cycle’s gift arrived belatedly, its nature… unconventional.
