The Hurricane Crisis Arrives

Just then.

Unbeknownst to anyone, a magnificent, high-tech haven stood silently beneath Lighthouse 43, an area on the edge of the quarantine zone that had long been deserted by people.

Pacific Ocean.

Aboard the Voyager.

A middle-aged researcher with a scholarly air, wearing black-rimmed glasses, was reading a document.

It was a precious handwritten copy left behind before the Electromagnetic Storm.

And the last record left by Professor Jiang Xiuyuan before his sacrifice.

Regarding the many Relics.

Humanity first needed to figure out their patterns before cultivating Extraordinary sequences according to the corresponding methods while studying science.

But those research processes.

Perhaps they represented sacrifice.

The Uncontrolled spawned by mental pollution, the Ground Zeros of disaster formed by ancient viruses, and the bizarre entities born from fear, all kinds of dangers.

Even a team of Transcendent consisting of Tier 3 Foreteller and Tier 3 Navigator.

It was entirely possible for them to be lost in the Relic.

That the Voyager could return with the results obtained after those sacrifices.

That was already a kind of luck for them.

But probably only a very few people would choose to refuse the next voyage.

Just as Su Wen had said at the Mental Review Bureau.

It took humanity millions of years from discovering fire to truly and controllably igniting a flame at their fingertips.

But civilization had never shied away from the journey to find the truth.

Lü Shengkang sat by the porthole on the second floor of the research vessel. He wasn't calmly reading documents. Instead, he took out a silver chain-dangled pocket watch from his coat pocket and said to Jiang Xiuyuan, "Isn't my daughter lovely?"

On the back of the pocket watch.

A round photograph showed a woman who wasn't particularly beautiful but had a gentle demeanor, holding a rosy-cheeked baby.

"Professor Jiang, this is my daughter, just one year old. She was only six months old when I set sail. I wonder if she'll still recognize her dad when I get back."

Professor Jiang smiled gently and gracefully:

"In the research of Decasper and Spencer (1994), it was found that when a fetus hears its mother reading during the last three months of pregnancy, the primitive heart rate changes significantly.

You can also understand this behavior as the baby looking for another self, because for the baby, the mother is actually their life community. Only here are they safest. Sound recognition is just to return to the source.

As for the recognition of the father, it probably takes three and a half months of visual and auditory cultivation to build up familiarity."

"Looks like, from a biological perspective, I've already lost."

Lü Shengkang shrugged.

"Don't worry, you still have a long way to go. Transfer back to the Yunzhou University Research Institute. Don't let life have regrets."

Jiang Xiuyuan said gently.

He had always been tolerant of these young researchers.

And the one he was most optimistic about.

Was probably Su Wen, who was working with his daughter.

But at that moment.

Looking at the porthole into the distance, Lü Shengkang saw the edge of the distant light blue sky gradually dyed with a layer of black.

It was a deep black tone that gradually diffused like thick ink.

His tone became serious:

"Professor Jiang, I remember the hurricane 'Ewiniar' that was broadcast a few days ago. Its route should be a long way from our route."

"There's an abnormal storm border phenomenon."

As an experienced researcher, Jiang Xiuyuan.

He immediately reacted.

"Emergency situation, let's go to the observation hold to take a look."

Arriving at the observation hold.

Academician Qi was already connecting with the observation points and the meteorological bureau.

At the same time.

The Voyager's return broadcast had also begun.

Hundreds of thousands, even millions of viewers, had already gathered at the largest television station in the Jiangnan Area, awaiting the return of the research team.

"Academician Qi, have you observed any signs of other storm centers forming?"

Jiang Xiuyuan asked.

Before Qi Ming could answer, The communication screen split to display the hurricane's shifted path.

Then, the deputy director of the Meteorological Bureau solemnly informed them:

"According to observations, the hurricane 'Ewiniar' has deviated significantly from its course due to unknown factors. Please change your route immediately."

"Are you saying that the hurricane has adjusted its trajectory in violation of thermal circulation meteorological laws? How is that possible!"

Jiang Xiuyuan exclaimed.

"No, it hasn't violated the laws of thermal circulation, but it must be influenced by a much stronger deflection field."

Qi Ming replied in a deep voice:

"It's consistent with the Electromagnetic Interference inside the Relic. Dark Matter activation has caused the error value to exceed tolerance."

He looked at the hurricane's direction and gave his final conclusion:

"The Voyager is too far from its destination now. The return route would intersect with the storm disaster area. We can no longer return from the coastal port.

We have to find our own way out now."

There were quite a few Transcendents on the team this time.

But most of them were specialists in Relic exploration.

For example, the Miner from Sequence - Geotechnical Manipulation, the Secret Keeper from the Esoteric Order, and the Alchemist - Mystic Analyst.

In the face of natural disasters like super hurricanes, These First Order, Tier 2, or even Tier 3 Transcendents are completely useless.

Only Spring-Fall, the Tier 3 Transcendent with the Sequence: Navigator, remained as the captain.

He stood on the deck with a pipe in his mouth, feeling the flow of the wind, then exhaled a smoke ring and said in heavily accented Europa-style Chinese:

"Doctor Qi, you are right. We cannot choose the original route again; that would be suicide.

Frankly speaking, Even on the Lost Sea route, I have never seen such a terrifying hurricane omen."

The retired Norwegian Navy officer with the large beard watched the approaching heavy blackness.

He extinguished his cigar with a wave of his hand and gave the final sailing order:

"Electromagnetic braking, full left rudder, open the spare propulsion valves as well.

Sailors, we have to have a head-on confrontation with death."

At this moment, In the face of natural disasters that humans could not resist, An atmosphere of tension, oppression, and terror instantly permeated every corner where this news was known.

Even those viewers in front of the television:

"The hurricane has changed course!"

"Look at the latest video from the Meteorological Bureau; it's terrifying. That suffocating feeling of oppression, I can't even breathe."

"I live near the coast, and I can already hear the sound of the wind flapping the windows."

"Upstairs, please be careful and remember to lock the doors and windows."

"I am a reporter for Binhai TV. I am currently located where the hurricane 'Ewiniar' is about to pass by, yes, pass by.

If I were in the annular region of the disaster center, I would probably already be flying."