Mohist Pavilion's Lamp Burns Bright All Night, Misinformation Spreads of Fire, Half the City Falls

"It worked! It really worked!"

A young Mohist Official held up the freshly made glass, his voice trembling with excitement.

Firelight fell across the glass, refracting crystalline flecks of light. It was even clearer than the finest glazed crystal, and even fingerprints pressed against it could be seen distinctly.

"This texture—it looks even more transparent than glazed crystal!!"

Xiangli Qin carefully touched the edge of the glass, his fingertips feeling its cold, smooth surface. "With this, making light bulbs will be much easier. We won't have to worry about glazed crystal cracking anymore!"

After marveling around the glass for a moment, the Mohist Officials immediately threw themselves into making light bulbs.

Some blew the glass into pear-shaped lampshades, while others soldered wires onto the lamp bases. Everyone moved swiftly, their faces brimming with anticipation.

Before long, large batches of brand-new glass light bulbs had been completed. The Mohist Officials carefully transported them to the east, west, south, and north districts of the Mohist Pavilion, installing them one by one on the lamp stands that had been erected in advance.

"Master Ancestor, the electric lights in all four districts have been installed! The wires are securely connected, and the transformers have been calibrated!"

The Mohist Official responsible for inspecting the circuits ran back to report. Fine beads of sweat still clung to his forehead, yet his eyes shone astonishingly bright.

Fu Zhi slowly walked to the thermal generator, feeling the faint vibrations coming from within. He drew a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Activate it."

At his command, two Mohist Officials strode forward, gripped the copper cranks on the side of the generator with both hands, and turned them forcefully clockwise.

Buzz!

A muffled roar came from inside the generator. Steam surged through the pipes into the turbine,