NOVEL Train Survival: I Became a White-Haired Hardcore Grinder Chapter 496: Listening to the Star Abyss

Train Survival: I Became a White-Haired Hardcore Grinder

Chapter 496: Listening to the Star Abyss
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The Starfire Archives was immersed in a quiet and focused resonance field.

Outside the window was the eternal, profound Star Abyss; inside was a flowing, warm river of light, separated only by a mirror surface as transparent as water.

Bai Cheng stood in the center of the Mirror Corridor, where dozens of ice mirrors silently reflected scenes from various parts of the Star Abyss.

On the branches of the heart tree in the Faith Nebula, the totem patterns on the surface of the willpower crystals were slowly growing at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye. Those light traces, fed back by the dreams of civilizations, were like the first cries of a newborn baby—faint yet full of vitality.

Leng Ningxue's ice-blue data stream flowed quietly in a corner of the main console, presenting a monitoring map of the pulsations of Sector Fan's primordial rule entity.

On the map, the curve representing the fluctuations of the rule background radiation rose and fell regularly in a forty-seven-hour cycle, with each peak rising about three-thousandths higher in amplitude than the last.

"It is awakening," Leng Ningxue's voice came through the resonance network, calm but with a hint of caution.

"Though the speed is extremely slow, the trend is clear. Based on the current rate of increase, in approximately seven thousand three hundred standard hours, its activity level will reach the threshold detectable by conventional observation equipment."

Bai Cheng stared at the slowly climbing curve on the map, starlight swirling deep within her silver eyes.

Seven thousand three hundred hours—about one-tenth of a standard year.

On the scale of the Star Abyss, this was but a blink of an eye.

But for the Starfire Archives, which still had to deal with the continuous pressure from the World Government, this period was both enough time to prepare calmly and potentially full of variables.

"Continue passive listening," Bai Cheng's voice rang out in the corridor, clear and firm. "All received data must be sealed independently and cannot be connected to the main network without triple verification.

We still know too little about it; any rash move could trigger an unpredictable rule backlash."

Lu Duo's Emerald Network stretched gently through the Archives's keystone, transmitting the heart tree's latest status:

"The growth of civilization dreams is accelerating. Five civilizations' collective consciousnesses have begun trying to construct complete spiritual symbolic systems in their dreams. On the willpower crystals at the tips of the heart tree's branches, the complexity of the corresponding totem patterns has increased by forty percent."

Yu Nian's pure heart vine cast a warm glow, adding: "This growth is not chaotic. Those totem patterns contain the core philosophies and emotional undertones of the civilizations; they are learning to express themselves in this way, establishing deeper connections with external resonances."

Bai Cheng nodded slightly, her fingertip lightly touching the ice mirror reflecting the Faith Nebula. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Ripples spread across the mirror surface as the light of the oath of starlight resonated with a newly condensed willpower crystal on a branch of the heart tree.

On the surface of that crystal, two spiral patterns were intertwining and rising, with hair-thin starlight blooming at the top, like the opening of some ancient script.

"This is their own song," Bai Cheng said softly, withdrawing her finger. "We only need to listen quietly and provide support when they need it, rather than guidance."

Before her voice had faded, a gentle fluctuation of rules came from the direction of the training area.

Blue Bird and Zi Yuan walked over side by side. The lightning and blade intent surrounding them were completely restrained, yet they produced a subtle and harmonious resonance with the overall field of the Archives.

"The seventy-eighth collaborative drill is complete." Blue Bird grinned, lightning dancing in her eyes. "The duration of the rule buffer zone has stabilized at 3.7 seconds, and defense efficiency has increased to ninety-two percent.

Also..." She paused and pointed to another light screen beside the main console, "We performed a secondary analysis on the echoes from Sector δ12."

The light screen expanded, and that string of complex frequency waveforms was decomposed into hundreds of layers of superimposed rule encodings.

Zi Yuan's mechanical prosthetic eye glimmered with a faint light, her voice concise: "The echo structure has a seventeen percent similarity with Sector Fan's pulsations, but the core frequency is offset by about three orders of magnitude.

More notably, the waveform has six nested layers of self-similar fractal structures, a characteristic typically found in systems with recursive logic."

Bai Cheng stared at the multi-layered nested waveform diagram, her silver eyes narrowing slightly.

Recursive logic meant self-reference, which meant there might be some level of consciousness or quasi-consciousness.

The primordial rule entity of Sector Fan might not exist in isolation; perhaps a slowly operating network composed of similar beings was hidden deep within the Star Abyss.

"Archives the analysis results into the independent Star Abyss Pulsation database," Bai Cheng made a decision. "Continue to increase the passive monitoring sensitivity of Sector δ12, but do not establish a direct connection with Sector Fan for now.

Until more evidence is obtained, all hypotheses must remain open and cautious."

At that moment, in a corner of the Mirror Corridor, the ice mirror representing the World Government's observation array suddenly pulsed with extremely subtle ripples.

Leng Ningxue's warning followed: "Detected a change in the enemy observation network's scanning pattern for the outer rule structure of the Faith Nebula.

The new scanning beam uses multi-band interleaved coverage, aimed at capturing microscopic non-uniformities in the shield's energy distribution."

Red Flame's image appeared beside the main console, his fire burning steadily: "The fleet has adjusted its formation according to the contingency plan. All mobile nodes have begun executing irregular maneuvers to interfere with the enemy's scanning and positioning."

Huang Yu added calmly: "The shield energy distribution has activated a dynamic balance algorithm, reconstructing the surface structure every 1.7 seconds to ensure no fixed pattern is formed."

Bai Cheng's gaze swept across that ice mirror.

In the mirror, the silver fleet's observation array was like countless slowly turning mechanical eyes, their cold gazes sweeping over the surface of the Faith Nebula's shield again and again, trying to find even the smallest flaw that might exist beneath that warm curtain of light.

"They are very patient," Bai Cheng's voice was calm as usual. "Then we must respond with patience as well.

The core of a shield is never about being flawless, but about being able to heal quickly when damaged and flow naturally when peered at. Let them look; let them see how this light is endless and unceasing."

She turned and walked toward the book of commonality.

The pages flipped open automatically, and the light of the oath of starlight condensed into a pen at her fingertips.

The pen tip descended, and silver handwriting flowed quietly onto the blank paper:

Listening to the Star Abyss

The deep space has breath, long like an unending ancient string. freewebnσvel.cѳm

Rules become a sea, dark tides surging silently.

Bai Cheng stopped writing. The ink gradually solidified on the page, ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) emitting a faint gold and silver dual-colored shimmer.

She closed the book and placed it gently in the center of the main console, then looked up at the Mirror Corridor.

In the dozens of ice mirrors, the Faith Nebula was warm and firm, three distant echoes were growing quietly, and the World Government's observation array hung like a cold Constellation in the distance.

And in the dark depths of Sector Fan and Sector δ12, those pulsations that had just been perceived were slowly rising and falling in ways humans could not yet fully understand, weaving into the ancient and vast breath of the Star Abyss itself.

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