"Alright, I understand." Sun Hang nodded, then pressed the fingers of his right hand together into a blade and made a slicing motion at the heavy alloy security door before him.
A smooth, mirror-like cut instantly appeared in the thirty-centimeter-thick, ten-ton alloy security door. Through that cut, Sun Hang saw the scene inside the core cultivation chamber.
A Sand Sea Remnant sat upright in a chair bristling with all kinds of cables. His body was covered in totemic tattoos, and scriptures written in Semitic script covered nearly every inch of his skin.
A bronze armband encircled his right arm. Its surface was embedded with densely packed chips, with pale blue fluorescence continuously flickering between the gaps in their circuitry.
This was the original "Nephthys."
The strangest thing about him was his face—one half belonged to a young man who could still be called handsome, while the other was a stark white skull, covered in strands of dried, rotting flesh. A shriveled eyeball lay quietly in the skull's socket, swaying slightly with the rhythm of his breathing.
This Sand Sea Remnant sitting in the chair was the settlement's high priest.
Or, more accurately, the high priest as Noor and the others saw him.
Sun Hang could tell at a glance that this man was nothing more than a soulless puppet.
As for the person controlling the puppet, he lay in the "giant coffin" behind the chair.
"E700 Integrated Life Support Pod, the predecessor of modern cryogenic coffins and immersion medical pods—the most advanced biomedical equipment of that era." At some point, the mini Mainframe had finished rebooting and began introducing the things Sun Hang saw.
Sun Hang walked up to the life support pod and peered inside.
Beneath its transparent glass cover was a pool full of bluish-green liquid, with a