Chapter 1303: Chapter 1303: Holand
“Material from the hotown?”
I seem to have heard a rather difficult-to-understand term and couldn’t help but curiously look at Taville: “What place? The forr Fifteenth Day Zone?”
Taville and Sivis both couldn’t help but reveal a helpless expression: “Your Majesty, what do you think?”
I gave a couple of dry chuckles: “Isn’t this to lighten the mood a bit… Okay, enough with the jokes, what does it really an?”
Sivis took a deep breath, adjusting her mood at the sa ti. It was the first ti I saw such extre uncertainty on her usually composed face, even a hint of doubt in her worldview, as if she hardly believed what she was about to say: “Your Majesty, every civilization should have an origin, even the Divine Race and Xyrin Apostle, they too have an original starting world, you should understand this?”
I nodded: “Mm, everything returns to the womb…”
Sivis: “…Your Majesty’s summary is rather direct. That’s right, within this teorite core, there is a fragnt of material from the hotown. Currently, the deep analysis of it hasn’t ended yet, it might only appear to have similar characteristics, but… theoretically, material from any world would carry the ‘registration information’ of its origin. Everything in the world exists within a registry, even two identical things in different worlds, like the sa iron elent, can be distinguished by their unique code. Once this code is identified, the unknown material in the teorite can be traced back to its origin. Judging by the current progress, the probability that it cos from the hotown world is very high.”
I nodded in agreent, I was aware of this. Every basic particle of each world carries the imprint of that world, even if such basic particles are widespread in another world, they can still be distinguished. This is one of the foundational principles of world information theory, and it also ensures a ‘safety wall’ among the void-separated worlds, which are extrely similar and might even be terd as parallel universes, to prevent fatal collisions. Because of this, any illegal crossings not conducted through normal void navigation are prohibited. Any individual not navigating through the void will contaminate the bottom layer information of another world post-crossing — akin to arbitrarily decompressing an unknown code onto a system disk, short-term peace might occur, but eventually, the foreign information reduces the system — the world’s stability.
Based on the ‘registry information’ of everything, we can determine which universe a common material originates from — even if it is widespread across all universes, it cannot escape the deep layer information scan.
“Currently, seventy percent of the deep layer information scan is completed,” Taville looked at the teorite sample floating on the anti-gravity platform, her expression extraordinarily complex, “Theoretically, reaching this extent would be enough to determine if a material belongs to a certain universe. But… this seems impossible, the hotown world… has long been destroyed, utterly destroyed, leaving no trace — theoretically, that’s how it is.”
“The hotown world you’re referring to…” I glanced at Taville and Sivis, then looked at Sandora, who was in deep thought, clearly moved, “is it the world where the Xyrin Apostle was created?”
I knew a bit about the history of the Xyrin Apostles. This now third-ranked powerful race in the void had an extraordinary origin; they were not naturally occurring but created by an older and more mysterious race. To the current Xyrin Empire, the race that created them might be considered an ordinary civilization, whose technological capabilities were slightly above the Feiyali, who just grasped void navigation technology. Still, their greatest rit was bestowing the first-generation Xyrin Apostles with unprecedented evolutionary ability and unwavering iron will. Driven by these two racial advantages, Xyrin Apostles reached their present height. Now, with Sivis ntioning the hotown world, my first thought was of the place where they were created.
“When we were created, the hotown world was already destroyed, theoretically,” Taville slowly said, “We are newly born Angels, but basic information about the hotown world is stored as core mories, passed down through generations in every Xyrin Apostle mory Core. Therefore, I know a bit about the hotown world. The Xyrin Apostles were created during the middle of the great escape. Based on the few remaining fragnts of data, the primal Xyrin Apostle, the original body, was born on a solitary Doomsday Ark during the civilization’s most perilous monts…”
I had heard this part of history before, but I didn’t probe further at the ti. Now, facing a fragnt that might co from the hotown world, Taville and Sivis slowly narrated the history, already sowhat worn out in their mory cores.
The story began before the ergence of the Xyrin Apostle when the term “Xyrin” wasn’t even a aningful word. The ancient race that initially created the Xyrin Apostles didn’t have a distinct na at that ti; only now have we given them the title of “Xyrin People.” Initially, they were just a mundane species, calling themselves humans, exploring their world and the starry sky above. They dabbled in religion for a while and later found the real path forward among the stars: this was such a race, ordinary like the billions residing in any Macro World we have seen, a race born and perishing by the second in the void.
The demise of this ancient civilization and their initial motivation to create the Xyrin Apostles can’t be accurately verified over ti. Still, Sandora and the others can confirm through the scant mory fragnts that the creators encountered the Abyss, and Xyrin Apostles were created to combat that Abyss.
However, by the ti the creators managed to manufacture the first generation of Apostles, their hotown world had already been utterly destroyed by the Abyss.
Naturally, regarding this tiline, we don’t have precise records. Taville suggests this hypothesis based on her mory core: “The fragnts from original mory depict that all intelligence regarding the hotown world is stored as archives and ‘ingrained knowledge,’ indicating the first generation of Xyrin Apostles could only understand their hotown world through learning devices. The only plausible explanation is this: at their birth, the creators had already been defeated by the Abyss and began their escape. The original body was manufactured on the fleeing Ark.”
“Based on the core mory, the creators attempted to fabricate a new life form that could resist Abyss erosion before escaping the hotown universe — that original was just a prototype. Nonetheless, due to trendous difficulty, it wasn’t until their holand was destroyed and the entire race was in flight did they finally succeed in creating the first generation of Xyrin Apostles,” Sandora continued slowly, “Currently, the original body is in our lab. You know he is an imperfect semi-chanical being. However, at the ti when the creators fled from the holand, they couldn’t even create an original body of such kind. When the first body that could be called a Xyrin Apostle opened its eyes, the fleeing Ark had drifted through the void for hundreds of years. As for knowledge regarding the hotown world, it was imparted into the first generation of Xyrin Apostles’ storage devices only in the form of data and concepts. This mory passed down through billions of years is still burning — with deep-seated resentnt,” Sandora said, pointing to her chest.
“So, the Xyrin Apostles never even saw their own hotown…” I smoothed out this history, unable to help but sigh.
“That’s the ironic part,” Sivis sighed helplessly, “We store information of the hotown deep within the mory core, but our earliest individuals only saw that place on a screen. We are a race born on the path of exile, always expanding the Empire’s territory… The lesson from the creators was painful, and we know how fragile a universe is, so Xyrin Apostles must let their flag occupy all worlds. This stems from a hereditary hatred of the Abyss and, possibly, a subtle sense of insecurity at play.”
I never imagined the Xyrin Apostles could have sothing like “insecurity,” but indeed, their insecurity is powerful, as they, during the Old Empire era, expanded the territory all the way up to one hundred and thirty-five zones. It’s like worrying about not having a place to live and ending up owning half a city…
“Nobody has seen the hotown world, yet you can identify that thing as from the hotown?” I shook my head, refocusing from the unverifiable Ancient Era back to the massive teorite sample at hand. Taville nodded: “Yes, although the landscape and customs of the hotown world are lost entirely, we know precisely what ‘characteristics code’ the material from the hotown should have. This might be the final core mory inputted by the creators into the original body before departing, perhaps out of nostalgia for their ho. They also hoped that the Xyrin Apostles they created could rember the scent of their holand.”
“It’s like placing a scoop of holand soil in a wanderer’s bag before departure; rembering the world’s appearance is far less crucial than rembering its ‘scent.’ Perhaps that’s how they thought.”
“The Fallen Apostles are fighting over this thing?” Xiao Xue, seeing us silent, quietly tugged at my sleeve and murmured, “They are quite nostalgic?”
“Perhaps there’s a reason for that, but I think there’s a bigger significance behind it,” Sandora cald her emotions and said in a calm tone, “Xyrin Apostles are a species where rationality outweighs emotion. Although we are touched by news from our Hotown, we act in the interest of our Race. If there’s no greater significance, the Fallen Apostle would never wage a war for a useless piece of teorite. There must be a bigger aning behind these rocks from our Hotown…”
I thought for a mont and returned to the initial speculation: “Maybe the old ho of the Xyrin people still exists? And that Hotown Universe hides a huge secret?”
“That’s impossible!” This ti, Taville, Sivis, and even Sandora exclaid in unison. They then exchanged glances and decided to let Sandora speak. “Ah Jun, you know how destructive the Abyss Gate is. In all of history I know, if an Abyss Gate erupts and doesn’t get destroyed by a Super Civilization like the Xyrin Apostles or Star Domain Divine Race, it will eventually destroy the entire Universe; it’s only a matter of ti. The Abyss Gate won’t dissipate on its own. The Creator started to flee, indicating that the Abyss Gate of the Hotown World was already completely out of control. I even suspect that when they boarded the Ark, the Hotown Universe had already begun to collapse. No matter how you think about it, the possibility of the Hotown surviving till now is zero, and even the possibility of a Fragnt surviving is zero.”
“But we do have this stone on hand, from your old ho.” I pointed at the huge teorite, or actually at the small dense material at its core. This teorite itself didn’t co from the Hotown Universe, but sohow its core is wrapped in a piece of material from there.
Taville didn’t know how these two materials got fused together. Her initial guess was that when the Hotown Universe was destroyed, a material leak occurred, resulting in a space phenonon akin to a sudden flash that sent the material piece into another Universe. But just now, she overturned her own guess: the formation age of the teorite was confird to be no earlier than twenty thousand years ago, and its core’s special material also showed signs of crossing worlds around the sa ti, indicating that until at least twenty thousand years ago, the special material at the core of the teorite was likely “at ho.”
“Maybe we should find those Feiyali traders and see where exactly they found this.”
“I will attend to it imdiately.” Sivis nodded, got up, and went to contact those mysterious Feiyali people.
Taville still frowned: “Your Majesty, even if we find the teorite’s source, it might not solve our problem. It ford around twenty thousand years ago. Even if we assu this ans the Hotown World was still alive and leaking material to other worlds twenty thousand years ago, we can’t track the channels of the leaks and therefore can’t find the coordinates of the Hotown World. The phenonon of a sudden space flash doesn’t last that long; it only happens for an instant, and then the two worlds have no further entanglents. That’s theoretically how it is.”
Taville was right, but doing sothing is better than doing nothing. I could tell, even though the rational side of the Xyrin Apostle was being emphasized, seeing this stone possibly from their Hotown stirred no small amount of excitent in Sandora’s heart. This surpassed the issue of reason and emotion; it was a major event concerning the origin of the Xyrin Apostle. The Xyrin Apostle’s deep-seated hatred of the Abyss, their innate war mission, and the source of their continuous expansion and conquest, all originated from the Hotown Universe destroyed by the Abyss Gate. If there’s anything that can unnerve the Xyrin Apostle, it would certainly be news from their Hotown.
The appearance of an Original Body once caused an uproar in the New Empire’s Spiritual Network, and now the bomb is even bigger than back then: the possible survival of the origin of the Xyrin Civilization. That ho, rembered by all Apostles but never truly witnessed, might still survive!
Luckily, Xyrin Apostles don’t have cardiovascular diseases, otherwise you know how many would have died in just this mont…
Taville proceeded with an in-depth scan and cut of the teorite, and the dense material at the teorite’s core was delicately separated. It looked dark, indistinct whether it was tal or a heavy elent crystal; but none of that mattered. What mattered was that its source was srizing. The final results of the deep scan were exactly as I predicted: it was from the Hotown World of the Xyrin Apostles, one they had never laid eyes on, matching one hundred percent.
I knew that fate wouldn’t disappoint, as if it insists on keeping us perpetually busy. Suddenly, what the fox brought back last night, the clay tablet, didn’t seem to matter much at all: compared to the origin of the Xyrin Apostles, how much could a lump buried on Earth for six thousand years matter? At most, it’s just a bit of residual records from the Atlantis civilization of old.
Sivis was incredibly efficient. Before Taville finished the deep scan and cut, the peculiar Queen Feiyali was quickly brought to the Command Center, with twenty stern Xyrin Royal Guards following her, and Philis looked alard. The mont she saw , she almost jumped on the spot: “I planned to secretly buy an Imperial Warship but haven’t acted on it yet. Was it necessary to bring like this?!”
I: “…” It seems so misunderstanding occurred?
I coughed awkwardly and casually asked, “What do you an by secretly buying an Imperial Warship?”
Philis, being sharp, instantly realized she spoke too quickly and awkwardly looked up at the sky: “Today’s ceiling is really high… You didn’t send the Soldiers to take away for execution?”
I turned to the female Deputy Officer: “…Sivis, what did you say to her during the contact?”
“Do not leave the residence, the Emperor summons you,” Sivis replied calmly, and it seed there was indeed no issue from that sentence alone. “Perhaps the Imperial soldiers made a small mistake when fetching her.”
I thought for a mont and instructed those Imperial Soldiers behind Philis to leave quickly: being the least compassionate group among Imperial Soldiers, Royal Guards interacting with her Race was bound to be a blatant tragedy.
“That scared …” Philis exaggeratedly patted her chest, and with her expression, you couldn’t tell if the fear was real or not. Only then did she have the ti to glance around, and she imdiately recognized what filled the entire warehouse, “Oh! Isn’t this my stone?”
“We’ve summoned you to talk about the stone.” I gestured towards the nearest gravity-free platform. A small tag suspended next to it, initially placed with the teorite sample, was left by the Feiyali for identification. “This thing…”
Philis imdiately looked at seriously, her face emanating the glow of a trustworthy rchant: “We don’t take returns…”
I: “…” (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian to read.)
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