"Unfortunately, the mirage never appeared again after that." Li Xianfeng sighed. "Perhaps the Gaia Consciousness really has no strength left."
"We have no idea what our great hero, Comrade Zhang Ming, is doing..."
"We can't even decide what we should broadcast to him anymore."
The elder instructed, "No matter what, the broadcasts must go out on schedule. We can even deploy more satellites and broadcast for longer!"
Li Xianfeng was torn, but... what were they supposed to broadcast?
Half an hour of news each day was plenty. Surely they couldn't broadcast dating shows and family mediation programs to him.
They had broadcast survival knowledge for a year and a half, repeating it several times. If they kept repeating it, Zhang Ming might start cursing!
There simply wasn't that much content to broadcast! Should they broadcast the internet?
Li Xianfeng rubbed his temples, his head aching.
The group inspected the enormous construction site. Hundreds of construction vehicles worked across the vast open ground. The roar of excavators and bulldozers was deafening, and heavy trucks stirred up billowing clouds of dust as they drove back and forth.
Although Great Xia was short on oil, several major oil fields had survived the earthquake intact. With civilian oil consumption now almost nonexistent, they could still supply the fuel these vehicles needed.
Suddenly, a faint voice rang out from the sky. "Shipbuilding! I want to build a ship!"
Everyone looked up at once, and their hearts gave a heavy thump!
The mirage...
The mirage, which had vanished for so long, had actually reappeared!
However, the images were extremely blurry this time, nowhere near as clear as they had been at first.
Li Xianfeng soon received a report, his pupils widening slightly. "It seems the mirage has only appeared around Mount Everest."
It hadn't appeared anywhere