Wangchuan walked across the lunar surface for about ten seconds.
Moving swiftly, he stopped in front of a sunken basin.
In outer space, he was much faster than he was on Earth.
He could easily exceed Mach 60.
"Here we are."
He stood still and looked down at the terrain beneath his feet.
This area was somewhat different from the rest of the lunar surface.
The lunar soil beneath his feet was darker.
"A basin on the far side of the moon."
"The area where the lunar crust is thinnest."
He crouched and pressed his palm against the gray-white lunar soil.
"With something like xirang..."
"Of course you have to dig where the lunar crust is thinnest to get enough. Last time, that crater wasted some of my time."
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
Then he began chanting.
It was an ancient language with lilting, rolling syllables.
The Gravitational Field in his palm began contracting inward.
The lunar soil began to tremble.
Those fine, silvery-gray grains first quivered slightly, then began flowing toward Wangchuan's palm.
A thin crack appeared in the lunar surface beneath his palm.
Then something surged up from deep within that crack.
It was a stream of liquid.
Dark gold, with a fluidity like half-melted amber.
Drawn up from deep within the lunar crust, it slowly seeped along the edges of the crack, then gathered into a thin stream.
It maintained a strange, irregular shape in the vacuum, glowing faintly.
"Mm."
Wangchuan opened his eyes and watched the dark golden liquid well up from deep within the lunar crust, gradually gathering into a floating sphere about half a meter above the ground.
Golden patterns flowed slowly across the sphere's surface, rippling slightly as though alive.
"There it is."
"Mm, good quality."
"A fair