The fragments of the essentia computing chip have been shattered, and although it is a fifth-level creation, or at least a part of a complete fifth-level creation, it has been devastated for a long time, leaving only a mere 3-point authority level essentia.

3 points. Truth be told, this number has indeed reached a rather funny level.

It's downward, it's still a little essentia, it can't be said to be mortal, it's up, the remaining essentia doesn't have any power that can activate its own peculiarity, it's no different from mortals. It's just very embarrassing.

It's no wonder that the Ember Lantern Collector doesn't know the usefulness of this essentia computing unit, it's really crucial, but there are only three essentia left, and no one can restart it - even if someone really masters the method, it will need a fifth-level powerhouse to instill the authority-level essentia to restore it a little bit and figure out some of its functions.

But Ian wasn't the same—he was all too familiar with this thing.

Leaving aside the fact that his soul itself is engraved with a part of a similar Spiritual Computing Unit module, the silver chip has already explained its origin for Ian.

But herein lies the problem.

The more information is elaborated, the more questions there are.

The essentia computing chip can be said to be the best thing to understand, it is nothing more than a computing unit made of essentia, which is no different from the spiritual computing unit in Ian's mind, except that essentia is used as a material.

The problem is that the Rite of the Stars and the Precursors .....

"As the head of the Xenomorph Research Institute and the owner of the original known silver chip, the Precursor gathered the power of the pre-Terra civilization and tried to reproduce the 'Gift of the Star God', and then gave birth to the essentia computing chip, a supercomputer that surpassed the technological limits of the Terra civilization, and became the basis for the leap of the Terra civilization at that time."

Nian chewed on the meaning of the message in the silver chip, "If nothing else, the silver chip is the so-called 'gift of the stars'. At least part of it." "The essentia computing chip is obviously the reason why the Forerunners and the Terra civilization were able to quickly parse many fires and lay the foundation for the sublimation of Terra - it should be the Terra Universe, a quantum computer with essira and psionic energy, a quantum computer with ether, or a more advanced prop."

"Even, it can be said that as the original known fifth-level creation, all the fifth-level human beings in later generations are probably more or less related to essentia computing chips."

Ian remembered that his teacher, Hilliard, had said that among the many materials needed for the fifth level of the Immovable Fortress was the heart nucleus of the ancient dragon, the spinal glia, and the phase neural network.

Among them, the phase neural network has actually begun to be built at the third energy level, and Ian's current neural network is a system built by Mithril mixed with a part of Morion steel, but the ancient dragon-level phase neural network is obviously not such a simple thing, it should also be reflected in the virtual realm, spanning the super-temporal organs of the virtual realm and the real world.

And this kind of organ actually has a certain similarity with the 'spiritual computing unit'...... According to Ian, it may be a 'true ether computing unit' that combines the spiritual computing unit with the essentia computing unit..... And a neural network definitely needs more than just a true ethernet computing unit, which is the basis for many of the capabilities of the fifth energy level.

As for the heart core, Ian already has it, so there is no need to talk about this. As for spinal glia..... Ian thinks that it may also be something outrageous, after all, the spinal cord is responsible for the transmission of information between the brain signal and the body, and the nature of the ether beyond time and space, Ian suspects that the fifth-level powerhouses may be able to achieve a certain degree of unpredictable prophet per person, and their physical instinct is a kind of prophetic interface, which can directly counteract when the enemy launches an attack, or even when the idea of attacking appears.

This is not a blind guess, because Hilliard and he remembered the courage of the past, he said similar abilities - he can directly know the assassination plans of others by instinct, ambush against his plots, and instinctively know the enemy's attack route when fighting, the old knight thinks that this is a powerful spiritual realm, but Ian feels that if the spiritual realm reaches such an outrageous level, it is definitely a spiritual ability.

And the spinal glia is the carrier of their spiritual energy. Thoughts are collected

Return.

The essentia computing chip in front of Ian was broken, had no functional modules, and was detached from the core ontology...... However, this proves that there is a chip ontology that is at least mostly intact within the Xenomorph Research Institute.

And it may be the source of Terra's sublimation method, the development of many super technologies!

"Anfa, where did you find it from the Xenomorph Institute?"

Ian looked at the elven girl with burning eyes, and Anfa, who was wearing a dress, sighed, shook his head, and said, "I haven't even opened this box yet, and I haven't introduced it to you, but you seem to know a lot about the contents of the box...... It seems that the prophet is not only real, Ian, your prophetic psychic power is also extremely powerful."

Calming down, Anfa gathered her thoughts, and she said slowly, "This unknown strange object originated from a 'private exploration' of the Xenomorph Research Institute by our Ember Lantern Department."

"Before the joint exploration team of Canaan Moore and the Empire discovered that the underground ruins next to Half Moon Lake were Xenomorph Research Institutes, the exploration of this ruins was not restricted, and our Ember Lantern Department took advantage of this time to carry out many private exploration operations, which is also the practice of Canaan Moore, after all, this ruins were discovered by our family, and Speaker Japhda is our in-law, so the Canaan Moore Grand Council turned a blind eye to this."

"I also participated in several explorations at that time, and with the dragon blood on my body, I managed to break through the third layer of the ruins and enter the depths of the Xenomorph Research Institute..... But it's only the outermost part of the third floor. If you want to fully open the deep passage of the Xenomorph Research Institute, you need multiple high-purity dragon blood, or even true dragons, to open it."

"Even so, with the help of my family team, I opened a hall on the third floor - but that hall had been completely destroyed by an extremely ancient explosion, and it had completely turned into an abyss that led to the extreme depths of the earth, the depth of the abyss was more than seven thousand meters, the temperature was extremely high, and there were extremely powerful psionic reactions and subspace physical barriers inside, which exceeded our detection limits at that time."

"And I found it at the edge of the abyss."

With that, Anfa opened the box in his hand.

It is not accurate to say that it is opened, because the box in the girl's hand is actually disintegrated - it was originally a sealed box composed of hundreds of different metal modules, sealed by the chimeric field of psionic energy, and under the control of Anfa, all its parts swelled out of their positions, and while maintaining a barrier sufficient to shield the psionic energy of the high-level powerhouse, it showed the things stored inside to Ian.

What appeared in front of Ian's eyes was a red spiral galaxy.

Is it a spinning top? Or the structure of DNA? It's hard to describe its shape..... At first glance, the fragments of the essentia computing chip actually looked like a misshapen miniature galaxy, except that its multiple cantilevers were all spiraling up and down, slowly levitating in the psionic field.

It's a lot like. That was Ian's first thought. No matter how strange the shape of the essentia computing chip is, the starlight and patterns circulating on its surface are exactly the same as the silver chip he received from Mr. Hilliard back then - although Ian has never seen the original form of the silver chip since the silver chip was integrated into his body, the memory is too deep for him to forget.

If it was only a suspicion and speculation before, it is now certain that the forerunners did use the silver chip as a template to imitate the computing chip.

The silver chip is the gift of the star gods. And the gift of the star gods...... The star god ....., "Is it the Creator?"

Ian stared intently at the computing chip in front of him, but his thoughts flew to an extremely distant place: "The Star God is the creator of the true dragon..... It's not surprising in name alone, the creators of the true dragon are enough to call themselves gods, and their power to gather fire across many galaxies, and even their deep connection to the ether allows them to call themselves gods of the stars."

"And the gift of the star god may be a gift from the creator to encourage the precursor to become a precursor?"

From the information that is known so far, Ian can deduce a lot of things.

"With the technology of many kindling fires, the forerunner created a way of sublimation for the Terra civilization, and received the silver chip as a gift from the star god, and then with the help of the silver chip, it was also through the imitation of the silver chip that the Terra people created the creation of the fifth energy level for the first time."

"But here's the problem."

"The Star Gods, also known as the Creators, were wrecked in an attack, and the ship crashed into the Moon of Sightlines, and crashed into Terra after running through the Moon of Sight, causing the Scourge of the Fall, destroying the civilization of the previous era."

"This explains why the Silver Chip came to Terra earlier than Skyfall, and it also explains the fact that pre-epoch civilizations seem to have been connected to the creator and the true dragon for a long time."

"In the same way, this can even explain why the True Dragon made a contract with the Pre-Era civilization - because the Pre-Era civilization was obviously a potential civilization that was favored by the Star God and even gifted with gifts, and as the creation of the Star God, the True Dragon naturally looked at the Terra civilization differently."

"Derived from this, the True Dragon fought alongside the Terra of the Pre-Epoch civilization against the Fall of the Sky and the many wars that followed in the Lost Ages. True Dragons have even helped some humans gain their power, which is the original origin of those True Dragons' bloodlines in the true form of the bloodline..... It's also the reason why dragon's blood may be present in the Terra's body today."

To sum up, Ian has a clear outline of the relationship between the current pre-Terra civilization, the true dragon, and the star gods.

Moreover, the reason why the Xenomorph Research Institute chose dragon's blood as a voucher for entry and exit is much easier to understand.

In order to study the fifth-level creations belonging to the Terra civilization, it was absolutely impossible for the Forerunners to give up the True Dragon, a super life that could naturally reach the fifth energy level, and there might even be a True Dragon and the Forerunner to join forces to research, and their blood was a kind of authority of the Xenomorph Research Institute, so after the collapse of the pre-era civilization, this ancient relic could still be opened.

Of course, this may not be true, but if it makes sense, Ian won't think much about it.

「..... Anfa, what do you want me to see?"

Raising his head, Ian was silent for a moment, and then said to the elven girl, "There are some things that I have difficulty clarifying to you as a prophet.... But if you have a clear need, I'll have a lot easier on me, and I'll be able to pick out what I need from a mess."

This is actually very unreasonable, simply put, I know a lot of things but there are some things that I can't tell you, you say a question yourself, and I will answer it for you alone', ordinary people will definitely get angry when they hear this kind of answer, and they are simply fooling people as idiots.

But because the person who said this was a prophet, and the questions that Ian could answer were things that could not be answered through ordinary channels, Anfa not only did not get angry, but smiled happily, "I knew you could definitely see something—I want to think about it."

The green-haired, golden-eyed girl narrowed her eyes as she pondered for a moment before saying, "We want to know how important this artifact is in the Xenomorph Institute. If you can, you'd like to know exactly what it does and why it breaks."

Essence. Origin. with the reasons for the change. This was the heart of Anfa's problem, she wanted to know how precious and why this strange thing was, and what happened to the Xenomorph Research Institute that would break this precious thing into its current state.

"The highest level. It is an extremely powerful computing core, a certain computing chip, is the most important computing tool of the pre-era civilization, and the elf with the crystal plate terminal should easily understand its concept, I think there is basically no existence in the Terra civilization that can surpass it, of course, it is the full version. As for why......"

Ian narrowed his eyes, he didn't really know why the essentia computing chip was destroyed, so he pondered for a while, and said directly, "I have to touch it with my own hands to see."

Ian didn't say this to prostitute the essentia computing chip with silver chips—well, probably partly for part—but in essence, Ian intended to use his ability to retrace horizons, to see the deepest emotional sources contained in the computing chip, and to see the memories that were hosted on it.

As a fragment of the fifth-level creation, there must be countless people's expectations and emotional sustenance on the computing chip, even if it is invisible

In the scene of its destruction, Ian can at least get more information about the Xenomorph Research Institute and even the 'Precursors' and 'Star Gods'. "Do you touch it with your own hands..."

Anfa hesitated for a moment, as the princess of the Ember Lantern family, and now the only child of the head of the family, the dragon-blood elf, of course she has the permission to let Ian touch the computing chip.

But at the risk of letting outsiders come into contact with them.--no.

- Ian is not an outsider.

Thinking of this, Anfa suddenly became enlightened - Ian is a member of the Dragon Worship Sect, a lord who was invested by her, and he can't run the temple if he can run the sacrifice, so what if Ian really breaks the computing chip? Wouldn't that be better?

can use an ancient strange thing that is obviously damaged and can be seen in general use, and exchange it for the guilt and human affection of a strong man who has a promising future and can obviously become a fourth-level powerhouse..... Oh, and now there is a prophet to be added - doesn't that make money? This is simply too profitable, and it is very much in line with Anfa's imagination of investment.

Thinking about it this way, Anfa even expected Ian to break the computing chip. With this in mind, she reached out generously and touched it in Ian's palm.

Then, a little purple-gold light shimmered.

Under the control of the sublimator's body, a drop of blood from Anfa fell on Ian's palm, and the purple-gold blood beads were as bright as precious gems, and the elf girl motioned for Ian to smear the drop of blood on his palm: "In this way, your hand will be regarded as a part of my body, and you can temporarily cross the psionic barrier and touch strange objects."

"Okay."

If it were Ian, he would definitely be able to understand Anfa's hesitation and the thoughts that flashed between his later ease in an instant, and teased Anfa, "Do you wish I could destroy this strange thing?" But because he was too curious about the computing chip, he didn't hesitate, and directly manipulated the essentia to evaporate Anfa's blood and cover the surface of his right hand.

He reached out and without hesitation, crossed the psionic barrier and touched the crimson galaxy that Anfa held in the palm of his other hand. And at the moment when Ian came into contact with the computing chip.

The endless light and shadow drowned out the young man's vision.

This is a laboratory with many colors and lights, huge and vast, full of all kinds of advanced instruments, a schematic diagram of the skeleton and organ function of a real dragon is hung in the center of the laboratory, and there are many powerful and special super life anatomy diagrams next to it, if future generations see it, they must know that those creatures are the powerful magical beasts that the Terra countries now call 'ancient dragons', and they can be called super beings on a par with real dragons.

The laboratory is filled with powerful psionic fields, and the flickering inscription patterns create the purest and most immaculate space in this world, which is the environment that any scientific researcher dreams of, and an old man with gray hair and aging who has almost lost his human form sits in the center of the laboratory, he stares silently at the crystal plate in front of him, and the rapidly flowing data waterfall in the crystal plate is reflected in his eyes, but he can't make his expression move in the slightest. "No."

After a long time, the old man, whose wrinkles were so stacked that he couldn't see his face clearly, but his eyes were still bright, whispered to himself, "I'm going to die." I'm going to die anyway. Without a complete life-sustaining project and the most professional physician to assist in the life-prolonging surgery, the path of sublimation will surely burn lives, transforming us from immortal mortals into powerful transcendents who will eventually die."

"Haha, how ridiculous, the path I developed for the sublimation of humanity ended up being a talisman..... But we had to drink the poison, because the defeat of the Star God has caused many fires to get out of control, and we need this power to deal with the calamity of a thousand stars."

"Poisoning and extinction, going to the end of oneself and being obliterated by the fire of other civilizations, becoming nutrients for other civilizations...... I'd rather the Terra people bury themselves themselves."

Until this time, the ecology of the old man was still confident and arrogant. When he talks about the sparks of other civilizations, he has a bird's-eye attitude, he thinks that his own civilization is superior to other civilizations, he thinks that his race is far more powerful than those extraterrestrial aliens, he regards all sparks as nutrients and tools for his own civilization, and everything is the fuel wood that makes the Terra civilization burn.

It is so arrogant, so arrogant, so dazzling, like a forerunner, holding high the torch and leading

All the lost go forward, walking on the dark wilderness where there is no way forward.

It is not in nature, but only like the sun, there is no second bright existence in the heavenly vault, which can steal everyone's attention and become a 'pioneer' that everyone yearns for."

At least, the forerunners of the Terra.

But in the next moment, the old man held his head and muttered to himself as if schizophrenic, "But I can't die...... I can die, but my wisdom ...... Gift of the Star God..... The gifts of the children of the sun, the inspirations, the keys, the subtle insights that cannot be recorded in words and words, the plans that are so crazy that I dare not leave words at all, the possibility of the subsequent path of ascension..."

"They can't be dragged down by my tiny life, they must be passed on...... Our civilization must inherit all of my legacy and that of the Alliance...... But..."

He slammed his head against the bench in pain, but it wasn't the old man's skull that was broken, but the sturdy steel bench: "But they can't—damn it! Why! Why can't they learn?"

The old man's voice was full of trepidation and fear, not just for his own death, but for a visceral fear.

It's like never being able to eat a lost delicacy again. It's like never seeing a landscape that is about to be destroyed again.

It's like never meeting one of your closest friends and lovers again.

It is like a prophet who already knows the doomed end, but despairs to find that it will never be possible to change this fate.

It's so scared, it's so desperate.

For the old man, what he feared the most was not these.

There was only one thing he feared the most.

- He has knowledge that no one can learn. This is the greatest sorrow of scholars.

If it were a complete Terra civilization, it would definitely be able to inherit what this old man thought in his heart. One genius is not enough, there are ten more geniuses. A hundred geniuses are not enough, the whole world can cultivate 10,000 talents.

A genius who has transcended the times can lead a whole project, and even a whole civilization to leap forward, but only with the support of millions or even hundreds of millions of practitioners and related technicians of a civilization can the genius of the transcendent times be perfectly realized.

And he can also believe that everything he has developed will be perfectly inherited and become the 'creation of civilization' that can be seen everywhere in the hands of everyone in the coming era.

Even, under the transformation of other super geniuses, talents and practitioners, his original ideas will be rejuvenated far beyond his imagination.

This is true of the complex and expensive computers of the past, as well as the thick and huge communication terminals – they have all become more sophisticated and smaller, more powerful and efficient with the passage of time and the perfection of countless people.

The old man absolutely believed that the civilization of the past was capable of doing that.

But..... The Fall of Heaven has come.

The Skyfall destroyed the most important asset and confidence of the entire pre-era civilization - the more than 10 billion highly educated people, the technical equipment and industrial production chains spread all over the world. The incredible aetheric impact even penetrated both the Realm and Reality, completely destroying all storage equipment below the Sixth Ladder.

No way. There are only a few survivors in the entire Academy, and the rest are intelligent mechanical minions, and few of them can understand his thoughts, and they will not be left here, but will soon be sent out of the Institute through the Aether armor, and sent to other shelters with large populations, imparting their latest knowledge of the Way of Ascension to use against the alien monsters who have awakened in the darkness.

Humanity needs the minds of these cutting-edge researchers to light the lights in the darkness, and in the post-apocalyptic age of the destruction of civilizations, they can no longer continue to explore the farther paths, but can only stop at the side of the village to light the torch, and save some spark of the past in the darkness of ignorance.

But

"I can't even do that......

The old man buried his head between his arms, and he bowed in despair

Moan, tears dripping from his eyes, staining his clothes and beard: "I'm going to die..... How can I die. Humanity needs me, and I haven't even found a way to deflect the gift of the stars!"

"There is no way to leave this most precious treasure, it is obviously the key left by the Star God to the entire Terra people to the ultimate ascension, and it is the foundation of the ascension of civilization..... How can I take it with me to die?!"

"What the hell am I going to do?"

Ian stood silently behind the old man, as he looked back and felt the fear, despair, and dazedness of the old man.

Especially the deep loneliness.

As a researcher of the highest level of civilization in the pre-era, as a genius who transcended time and civilization, he was recognized by a super civilization that could be called a god, and received their gift - that is, the wise man who was so loved by God, and the pioneer of the world as if separated from others, the 'forerunner' was of course lonely.

His disciples, students, and promising heirs all died in the Fall of the Sky, and the devotion of civilizations and races was on the verge of destruction, and the Precursors themselves were about to die.

His weeping and tears were not for himself alone...... It's the 'Terra civilization' that he represents.

He knew very well that after his death, the Terra civilization would become the 'pre-Terra civilization'. For the later generations of the Terra civilization, although the previous era was developed and advanced, and created a brilliant civilization, they did not withstand the disaster of falling from the sky after all, and those bones were their ancestors, but they were not them.

It's just .....—the echoes of swarms wandering among the ruins and ruins, reverberating in the silence and history'.

"Echo!"

At this moment, the old man raised his head sharply, tears still flowing between his wrinkles, but he was no longer sad.

A fire ignited in the old man's eyes, and the sun-like flames lit up in the eyes that had turned to metallic ash: "Yes—and the echo!"

"Even if I eventually die, the Terra civilization is destined to be buried in the grave, but in the last ...... of the end"

"We can at least leave an echo!"

- Even if you can't live forever, even if you can't leave a soul, even if you can't reproduce everything you have in words and data..... But at least I can leave an echo, a fake that is similar to me, but different after all!

- False, different, flawed. But it's better than forgetting, it's better than being lost, it's better than being buried in the grave!

And at this moment, Ian's eyes widened slightly.

He stared in shock at the visions of the ancient history in front of him, repeating the words uttered by the other man.

"Echo?!"