If an ordinary intelligent being had witnessed such a miraculous sight, after the initial shock, they would naturally have turned their attention to the interior structure of the spacecraft, which was made up of tens of thousands of crystals.
But Bailan was an outstanding scholar who had inherited the knowledge and wisdom of the Scholar Civilization. After the initial shock, she turned her attention back to the tens of thousands of crystals bound by the mysterious force field.
Each of these crystals was shaped like a tiny drop of water—or, more precisely, a tear.
The pointed tip of every droplet was also wrapped in a millimeter-thick miniature protective shield.
"How incredible."
Even an Extraordinary Scholar as well-traveled as Bailan, with her advanced knowledge of materials science and her first glimpses into the mysteries of the world of laws, couldn't help praising the crystals. She was looking at them through the discerning eyes of the Academic World.
After all, just moments ago, the spacecraft's outer surface had been a flawless, streamlined, teardrop-shaped parabola. The crystals fitted together so perfectly that not a single flaw could be seen.
She tried taking one crystal from the force field to study it, hoping to see whether doing so would damage the spacecraft's overall structure.
At first, under the influence of the mysterious force field, taking the crystal seemed to have little effect. But the farther Bailan moved it from its original position, the stronger the force field's resistance became. When she tried to put it into the Space Box, the crystal flickered like an afterimage, vanished through a deep Curvature Space jump, and returned to its original position within the spacecraft's force field.
Bailan didn't try again. She remained where she was, deep in thought.
*Could the so-called miniature protective shields on the tips