101: Chapter 100 The Signs of Antarctica's Awakening

Countdown: 18 hours 47 minutes

Zhao Yan had experienced the teleportation of the Qingtian Passage seventeen times, but he found it difficult to fully adapt every time. It was a sensation of space being briefly torn open and then stitched back together, as if the body were decomposed into elementary particles within a ten-thousandth of a second, passing through a tunnel of some non-Euclidean geometric construction, and then reassembling at the other end.

This time, the destination coordinates were precise to ten decimal places: 82°46′ South, 135°22′ East, 1724.33 meters beneath the ice.

Cold.

This was Zhao Yan's first sensation when his feet touched the metal floor of the External Observation Station of the Ice Abyss Anchor Point. It wasn't ordinary cold, but a chill that penetrated the latest polar combat suits and reached the very marrow of his bones. The air was thick with the smell of ozone mixed with the oxidation of some ancient metal, and the blue-white beams projected by the lighting system appeared faint and lonely within the massive subglacial cavern.

"Vital signs normal, environmental readings stable." Team member Li Rui's voice crackled over the helmet communicator. "External temperature is minus 41 degrees Celsius, internal facility surface temperature... minus 269.3 Kelvin, approaching absolute zero. The force field remains stable."

Zhao Yan looked up.

Even after seeing the 3D scans, witnessing the physical entity of the "ice abyss" anchor point was still breathtaking. It didn't have a regular geometric shape like the Lunar "Cradle," nor was it hidden like the "Consciousness Preservation" anchor point. It simply stood there in the center of the ice cave, like an inverted black crystal mountain range growing from the earth's core. Its surface was not smooth but covered in a lattice structure so complex it was dizzying, with every facet shimmering under the shroud of a faint blue force field. The rhythmic brightening and dimming of those lights was slow and steady, like the breathing of a sleeping giant.

"General, Dr. Zhou's remote link has been established," Technician Wang Lin reported at the console. "The successor protocol level-two authorization key has been verified. We've obtained... er, 'Limited Query' and 'Emergency Sample Transfer' operational permissions."

Zhao Yan walked to the edge of the observation window and pressed his glove against the reinforced glass. On the other side of the glass, in the peripheral area closest to the facility, were scattered some peculiar ice crystals—not the naturally formed hexagonal structures, but perfect dodecahedrons that reflected rainbow-like halos in the faint blue light.

"Those ice crystals," Zhou Zhe's voice came through the communicator with a slight static of data refreshing, "analysis shows their hydrogen bond arrangement completely defies the crystallographic laws of conventional ice. They're more like... 'memory materials' produced after a force field interacted with the ice. General Zhao, please have Wang Lin use Probe No. 3 to collect some samples; this might be the key to understanding the anchor point's force field operation principles."

The collection work quickly commenced. Meanwhile, Zhao Yan activated the "Facility Status Query" function within the authorization key.

The operation interface materialized on the holographic screen before him—not a modern human graphical interface, but a builder interaction system composed of flowing points of light and rotating geometric shapes. Elena's team had spent three months barely deciphering its basic logic: each point of light represented a data module, and the rotation direction of the geometric shapes represented the flow of information.

Zhao Yan followed the trained procedure, focusing his consciousness on the hexahedron representing the "Logs."

A slight sense of dizziness washed over him. The authorization key seemed to be interacting directly with his neural interface, compressing massive amounts of information into understandable imagery that flooded his mind. He "saw"—

Fragmented timestamps, using the builder calendar, which translated to approximately nine hundred and twenty thousand years ago in Earth time.

*Resolution Record: "Sower Council 3147th Plenary Session... passed 'Ark-Ice' protocol... recorded genomic ontologies and consciousness backups of 137 confirmed sapient species..."*

A list of coordinates scrolled by, with one highlighted: "Anchor Point 07, preservation coordinates: primordial cavern beneath the Antarctic ice sheet. Environmental stability rating: S-class (ten-million-year scale)."

*Species files flashed by: Silicon-based Crystal Symbiotes, gaseous life aggregates, quantum entangled consciousness networks, photosynthetic sapient fungal colonies... Each file was accompanied by detailed ecological requirements, civilization level assessments (ranging from 0.3 to 1.1), and a warning highlighted in red: "All samples originate from civilizations destroyed or on the brink of extinction by the 'Order Reconstruction Faction.' Preserved as the final sparks."*

*The last readable log, timestamped five hundred and forty thousand years ago: "External threat index risen to threshold. Initiating deep silence protocol. Unsealing conditions updated: 1. Galactic Standard Civilization Index reaches 1.5 (current monitored value: 0.42); 2. Detected 'Order Reconstruction Faction' activity signals below danger threshold (current status: above threshold); 3. successor protocol fully activated and authorized jointly by dual-factor authentication (Key Holder + Network Administrator)."*

The images stopped abruptly.

Zhao Yan took a deep breath, the cold air stinging his lungs. "Dr. Zhou, the log fragments have been transmitted back. Key information: First, the 'final sparks' of 137 alien species are preserved here; second, there are three unsealing conditions, and we've currently only barely met the third—the successor protocol is activated, but Sarah is the 'Key Holder,' does Dr. Lin count as the 'Network Administrator'? We haven't completed the dual-factor authentication yet; third..."

His words were interrupted.

Not by a sound, but by a vibration.

The metal floor beneath his feet transmitted a low-frequency tremor, as if a giant beast were turning over deep underground. Outside the observation window, the faint blue force field on the surface of the Ice Abyss Anchor Point suddenly began to flash violently, the frequency of light and dark alternating from once per minute to three times per second. At the top of the ice cave, the ice layers that had deposited for millions of years made a tooth-gritting creak, and fine ice crystals fell like snowflakes.

"Energy readings are soaring!" Wang Lin's voice was tense. "Inside the facility... Sector 7, coordinates X-34, Y+18, Z-9, the force field of a cryopod is failing! The temperature has risen sharply from minus 269.3 Kelvin to minus 268.9... it's still rising!"

The holographic screen switched, displaying the internal monitoring of Sector 7—if it could even be called monitoring. The imaging technology of the builders captured not visible light images, but a topological map based on mass distribution and energy field forms. In the map, a closed force field that originally appeared as a perfect sphere began to warp and collapse, and a blurred form inside was slowly... stretching.

"Identify that sample!" Zhao Yan barked.

The data stream scrolled, matching the logs. Three seconds later, a label popped up:

[Species Number: 89]

[Classification: Silicon-based Crystal Symbiote]

[Source Civilization: Fourth Planet of the Casimir Galaxy (Destroyed)]

[Civilization Level: 0.8]

[Special Traits: Individuals of this species are composed of an inorganic silicon skeleton and an organic crystal neural network symbiote, capable of slow morphological reshaping and environmental mineralization. In a dormant state, they appear ore-like; in an active state, they can form simple tools and architectural structures. Warning: This species possesses a collective network consciousness; awakening a single individual may lead to unpredictable neural link demands, attempting to establish connections with the surrounding metallic/silicon environment.]

"It's waking up." Li Rui gripped the weapon in his hand—though it wasn't a combat mission, the squad was still equipped with non-lethal gear to handle sudden threats.

Just then, a series of intermittent, synthesized voices, sounding like metal grinding, came from within the facility:

"De...tect...ing... suc...ces...sor... pro...to...col... sig...nal..."

The voice was ancient and broken, like rusty gears barely turning.

"Un...seal...ing... se...quence... par...tial...ly... ac...ti...va...ted..."

"Er...ror:... ex...ter...nal... threat... in...dex... not... cleared..."

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"Recommendation: Initiate the emergency transfer protocol. Transfer sample 89 to the secondary security vault, the Cradle biological zone."

As the voice faded, a blinking option box popped up on the control interface in front of Zhao Yan: [Execute emergency transfer?] [Yes] / [No]

[Warning: The transfer will consume 17% of Anchor 07's energy reserves, potentially causing detectable fluctuations in the global Gaia Network. The transfer process will last approximately 6 minutes and 23 seconds, during which sample 89 will be in a semi-thawed state, presenting a risk of consciousness reactivation.]

"General Zhao, you cannot transfer it!" Zhou Zhe's voice came through the communicator, against a background of noise from rapidly calculating data streams. "A 17% energy fluctuation, even if we use shielding camouflage, has at least a 37% probability of being detected by the Galactic Council's monitoring network. Furthermore, in a semi-thawed state... if that silicon-based organism wakes up completely during the transfer and attempts to establish a neural link with the metal structure of the Qingtian Passage, it could cause a passage malfunction, or even..."

"And if we don't transfer it?" Zhao Yan stared at the freezing pod outside the observation window, its force field becoming increasingly unstable.

"There is a 68% probability that sample 89 will thaw within the next hour due to the total collapse of the force field. It will then be directly exposed to the natural environment of Antarctica—according to the archives, while silicon-crystal symbiotes do not die immediately in temperatures of minus 40 degrees, they enter a 'berserk adaptation mode.' It will frantically attempt to assimilate all surrounding silicon elements (including impurities in the ice, our equipment, and even the rock layers beneath the ice sheet) into its own structure. In the worst-case scenario... within three months, it could transform the ice within a ten-kilometer radius into an uncontrollably growing inorganic-organic hybrid."

A dilemma.

Transferring would expose humanity's ability to operate the relics and incur the risks of the transfer process.

Not transferring would mean losing the last spark of an endangered species and potentially creating an uncontrollable ecological disaster in Antarctica.

Zhao Yan closed his eyes. In the communication channel, the breathing of everyone present was clearly audible. The countdown flickered in the corner: 17 hours and 22 minutes.

"Dr. Lin." He connected to the dedicated channel with Bedrock Base. "Situation report sent. Need a decision."

Three seconds later, Lin Shen's voice came through, calm and without a ripple of emotion: "I've seen it. Execute the transfer."

"But the risk of exposure—"

"The report we are preparing already planned to include content about 'humanity as administrators actively protecting endangered relics'." Lin Shen spoke rapidly. "Instead of concealing it, we should turn this transfer operation itself into evidence. General Zhao, I need you to do three things: First, record the entire transfer process, focusing on capturing footage of our 'cautious operation' and 'risk control'; second, enable the Cradle's covert containment unit S-7, which has independent spatial isolation and signal shielding functions; third, at the same time as the transfer is initiated, have Dr. Zhou create an artificially induced icequake on the ice shelf fifty kilometers away from the anchor, with the energy release pattern disguised as geological activity to explain any potentially detected energy fluctuations."

"Understood." Zhao Yan opened his eyes. "Wang Lin, execute the transfer protocol. Li Rui, prepare a contingency plan for the sample waking up midway; prioritize non-lethal methods. Dr. Zhou, the icequake plan is in your hands."

"Calculating the detonation point... need two minutes."

The [Yes] on the control interface was pressed.

A low hum emanated from the depths of the ice abyss anchor. The flow of light across the entire facility began to converge toward Zone 7, forming a rotating blue vortex. The failing freezing pod detached from its fixed base and drifted slowly toward the center of the vortex. Through the distorted force field, Zhao Yan saw the form inside—it did not look like a creature, but rather like a piece of black rock embedded with countless tiny crystal clusters, which were now emitting a faint, pulsating fluorescence.

The transfer channel was established.

A conduit made of pure energy extended from the anchor, piercing through the ice, rock layers, and mantle... reaching the moon 380,000 kilometers away. This process should have been silent, but perhaps due to the excessive energy consumption, or perhaps because the facility was too ancient, a continuous, high-pitched trembling sound like thousands of wind chimes ringing at once filled the ice cavern.

Countdown: 6 minutes and 23 seconds.

Time ticked away. Zhao Yan stared at sample 89; the pulsation frequency of the crystal clusters on its surface was accelerating. At the 4th minute, a cluster suddenly extended a transparent tentacle as thin as a hair, gently touching the inner wall of the freezing pod. At the point of contact, the metal of the pod wall immediately began to undergo an eerie color change, shifting from silver to a dull copper-brown.

"It has started to attempt a link," Wang Lin reported. "The link strength is very weak, but it is indeed happening."

"Keep monitoring; do not intervene as long as it doesn't breach the pod wall."

5 minutes and 11 seconds. A signal came from the moon: "Cradle containment unit S-7 is ready, shielding field fully engaged."

5 minutes and 48 seconds. The tentacles of sample 89 had spread across half of the inner wall; all the areas that had been touched turned copper-brown, and even began to show fine patterns resembling circuit boards.

6 minutes and 09 seconds. The high-pitched trembling sound suddenly became sharp. At the top of the ice cavern, a previously tiny crack began to widen, and large chunks of ice crashed down, splashing up white ice mist outside the observation window.

"Icequake plan initiated!" Zhou Zhe's voice rang out. "Three, two, one—"

Boom.

A muffled sound came from the distance, still clearly audible through the thick ice. The tremor beneath their feet mixed with the vibrations from the transfer, making them indistinguishable.

6 minutes and 23 seconds.

The blue vortex contracted violently, and sample 89, along with the freezing pod, vanished into the end of the energy conduit. Almost simultaneously, the moon sent a confirmation: "Sample received successfully, it has entered unit S-7. Unit sealed, shielding field stable. Signs of life: weak but continuous. Preliminary scans indicate the sample is in a 'light dormant' state and has shown no aggression."

Zhao Yan let out a long sigh of relief. Outside the observation window, the force field light of the ice abyss anchor gradually returned to a gentle, rhythmic pulse, but its overall brightness was noticeably dimmer—a 17% energy expenditure was no small amount.

"Mission complete." He prepared to order an evacuation.

At that very moment, everyone—including Lin Shen and Elena far away at Bedrock Base—received a powerful consciousness pulse through their neural interfaces simultaneously.

It was not language, nor images, but an emotional packet mixed with star map coordinates, the sensation of ice, ancient sorrow, and an urgent warning.

The source was clear and unmistakable: Sarah Chen, heart crystal.

The star map coordinates unfolded in their consciousness, pointing to a specific point on the outer edge of the Kuiper Belt. And the emotions accompanying the coordinates were so intense that even a battle-hardened soldier like Zhao Yan felt a momentary palpitation—it was a sorrow that had accumulated over millions of years, having witnessed the extinction of countless lives, and an instinctual, blood-freezing vigilance when faced with a massive, approaching threat.

The pulse lasted for three seconds, then vanished abruptly.

Only the low hum of equipment remained in the ice cavern, along with the residual vibrations from the ancient facility deep within the ice, resembling a sigh.

Wang Lin was the first to break the silence: "General... what was that just now..."

Zhao Yan looked at the ice abyss anchor, which was gradually returning to calm outside the observation window, and shook his head slowly.

"I don't know," he said. "But I think we may have just... awakened something older than sample 89."

Lin Shen's voice came through the communicator, carrying an unprecedented gravity:

"General Zhao, return immediately. Professor Elena has already found a matching record in the Cradle database based on the coordinates Sarah transmitted."

He paused.

"We need to hold an emergency meeting. Regarding an 'observation station' that went silent five hundred thousand years ago, and why Sarah would issue a warning pointing there when she sensed the ice abyss transfer."