Change

That's it, Brother Zhou didn't say anything else!

The security center area was under martial law, so Song Sijia couldn't leave even if she wanted to.

She felt happy as the sun rose, after all, she had survived after causing trouble with Zhang Xuezhou.

But when she was prevented from driving away, her mood began to sour.

After a hasty meal, Song Sijia had no choice but to comply with Ren Anran's demands.

There was no need to requisition the Song Household's aircraft. After Song Sijia made the relevant request, Song Bu'er directly sent her a heavy truck to transport rocket launchers. After putting on tracks to prevent them from getting caught in thorns, the heavy truck drove all the way from the guard center.

"These were all our own actions. Brother Zhou didn't ask us to do anything extra. He just encouraged us to try, and he refused to let me follow him!"

Song Sijia rambled on, recounting almost everything that had happened the previous night.

"I have nothing to add; everything that happened last night is indeed as described!"

When Ren Anran turned her gaze to Ning Que, Ning Que nodded and spoke, indicating that Song Sijia had explained things very well and there were almost no omissions.

"Where's that bronze tortoise?" Lin Qingyu, whose head was bandaged into a white ball, asked, "Are we still reciting it today? Can we get a little closer to recite it?"

"Read!"

The confrontation may have entered a strange phase, but the previous strategy obviously cannot be disrupted.

Ren Anran quickly responded to Lin Qingyu's request. She glanced at the black smoke rising from the burning buildings and agreed to Lin Qingyu's request to read the text nearby.

"I might not have the keen eye to detect the enemy. Could you suggest a different plan?" Ning Que asked.

"You want to change Xuezhou's arrangements?" Ren Anran asked, frowning.

"If we follow his arrangement, no matter how I recite it, I won't be able to fulfill the requirements," Ning Que said. "I can sense the bronze tortoise, and I feel a close connection between myself and it. Only if you provide me with a different plan will I have any chance of making a difference!"

Ning Que responded neither humbly nor arrogantly, but when facing Ren Anran, an opponent who had once been one step ahead of him, he felt a sudden surge of nervousness, unsure whether Ren Anran could meet his demands.

"Are you sure you need to make changes?" Ren Anran asked again.

"Sure!"

It's better to be short.

The higher the sequence, the greater the demand for Gene Fighting Technique and gene drugs, and even the adaptation of gene weapons. These things are far beyond what an individual can accomplish alone.

Ning Que was stuck at the Fourth Sequence; even after exhausting all his current resources, he still couldn't step into the Fifth Sequence.

He lacked sufficiently good gene therapy drugs, and he had to figure out the definitions of Gene Sequence -related research on his own, making it difficult to rely on luck to have a smooth journey.

Only by leveraging external resources or learning from the mistakes others have made can Ning Que find his own way and avoid repeating the errors others have made.

Faced with the dull atmosphere of the security center, Ning Que believed that if he could turn the tide in this situation, the doors of the Alliance States would surely open for him.

Let alone reciting or chanting, Ning Que was certain he would participate even if it meant continuing to fight those strange bean-like people.

His attitude was extremely firm. Ren Anran glanced around, then lowered her head and fell silent.

Zhang Xuezhou's "Fen Jing" is written in Great Han. Ren Anran did not systematically study this language; she mostly read through the texts that Zhang Xuezhou had already translated.

Changing the course of the "Tomb Classic" at this point would undoubtedly be a difficult task for her.

Ren Anran was fortunate that she had once lip-synced with the Emperor, and Zhang Xuezhou used this lip-syncing to convert it into spoken language, which he then compiled into relevant content.

Countless memories swirled in Ren Anran's mind, and she kept repeating them to herself, beginning to refine the unfamiliar language she wanted to express.

Ning Que didn't ask any more questions. He looked at Ren Anran, who was muttering various strange syllables, and felt that the higher-ups had messed up their coded language, and even Ren Anran was now struggling to decipher it.

"What is the reason that our chanting resonates with a bronze tortoise statue? What is the connection between the two? And why does it grant us eyes that can recognize our opponents...?"

He had many unanswered questions in his mind, and he also whispered to Jin Shixue, who had been silent for a long time.

"This is the frequency of sound; you can think of it as a code that unlocks Gene Sequence," Jin Shixue murmured. "Only this frequency can work!"

From his initial eagerness to admire Zhang Xuezhou and his attempts to help him get closer, to his confrontation with Dou Jiang, his encounter with Hu Jiaquan who controlled Dou Bing and Dou Jiang, the massive explosion in the guard center area, the laying of thorns over a distance of more than ten miles, and the strange events he encountered at the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum, Jin Shixue felt his mind was in complete chaos.

Just like Ning Que, he was equally perplexed and unable to find the answer.

However, Jin Shixue was well aware that any participant in the competition would face significant risks.

The more acute a person's perception, the higher the risks they may face.

Zhang Xuezhou, with his keen senses, ended up unconscious, while Jin Shixue felt he might follow in his footsteps.

On one side was the old and remnant clans whose existence he could see at a glance once he returned; on the other side was the fraught with risks of the Sequence Committee. Jin Shixue chose a side and took a stand, but he never expected that choosing a side would be so difficult.

He rubbed his eyes hard, facing the rising sun. He felt as if something was mixed in with his eyes, and every now and then he could see patches of fish scale-like light floating across the sky.

These spots of light resembled the sunrise he had witnessed in Dongshan a couple of days prior, but compared to the overwhelming shimmering light across the Dongshan area, the spots of light now were far fewer.

This rarity made Jin Shixue feel as if he were ill, or perhaps about to encounter some strange event.

He responded to Ning Que in a low voice, his heart filled with anxiety and uncertainty. He observed his surroundings with extreme vigilance and said nothing more, ignoring even Wang Zimo and Min Ziyan.

Ning Que asked Jin Shixue several times, but seeing that the other party was not interested, he couldn't help but discuss the issue of close Resonance Between Heaven and Humanity and man with Song Sijia.

"The closer the distance, the easier it is to achieve, of course. Let me tell you, with this Resonance Between Heaven and Humanity, it will definitely be like adding wings to a tiger," Song Sijia assured confidently. "The closer the distance, the more you'll only need to speak; you won't need to repeat it back and forth anymore!"

"That's right!"

Ning nodded, a subtle change in his eyes.

Zhang Xuezhou contributed part of the content, and Song Sijia contributed part of the content; these two contributions were strangely combined.

Ren Anran seems to be able to contribute a portion at the moment.

Ning Que felt that many factors were complex and difficult to understand, but the intimacy he could feel was not an illusion or a figment of his imagination, but something that truly existed.

This made him willing to set aside all these unreasonable factors and to keep trying.

Listen up!

When Ren Anran called him, Ning Que quickly turned around and listened to Ren Anran recount the changes.