Seven days later, deep in Jingchu, at the same ritual altar.
This time, the scene seemed similar to the last, yet somehow different. High-voltage cables, Earth-Vein Jade Pillars, water-vapor conduits, data-flood interfaces—
All physical power supply systems were in place and had undergone precise optimization. Their energy conversion efficiency had improved even further compared to last time.
The chief engineer on site thumped his chest and promised Shen Le, "Just focus on your work. If the power system collapses, I'll shove these old bones of mine into the breaker and hold it together!"
The old bones would not need to be stuffed into a breaker, but the chief engineer's words did nothing to ease Shen Le's tension. Compared to last time, there were far more things on the ritual altar:
From Xiao Ling and Qing Deng, who had awakened only after the founding of the nation, to Ying, who had seen ancient gods; from the Cloud Kun that roamed the four seas to the Doll Cabinet that never left home; from Li Xingtang and Mountain Warden, who could fight and endure, to the Scroll and Lan Zhuang, which only had projection abilities—
Seventeen spiritual artifacts, seventeen little ones with different abilities and personalities, seventeen gentle lights, arranged around the ritual altar at designated positions.
They came in all forms, their lights varied in strength. The oldest had weathered more than two thousand years, while the youngest possessed only several decades of memories.
At this moment, their radiance linked and intertwined around the ritual altar, quietly resonating with the Bronze Tripod:
Simply standing there, one could feel five thousand years of history flowing past, from ancient times all the way to the present.
The Bronze Tripod stood atop the ritual altar, faint light flowing across its body. Memories of Huaxia civilization's