Re-forging the sword for Yan Huang.

Everyone present understood the weight of this sentence.

A white-haired old professor said, "Daozhang, this is..."

Zhang Ruosu explained, "It's a mythological concept of a solar deity from an ancient pantheon."

"To give an example,"

"You can think of it as the divinity of Helios, or the Egyptian chief god Ra."

The old professor pushed up his glasses and asked curiously, "Is this thing guaranteed to be genuine?"

Zhang Ruosu said seriously, "It's real."

"We killed a chief god before and took his things back."

"Of course, that's not important."

??!

Huh? What was that?!

Tang Hongzhe's thoughts were somewhat sluggish.

In fact, he had rarely gone home yesterday, and the bedtime story he told his daughter was the Greek myth of Helios and the sunflower. As a result, the next day, this divinity crystallization comparable to the Greek sun god Helios was placed in front of him.

It was like talking about aliens yesterday.

The next day, the leader of the aliens was lying firmly on the operating table in front of you.

And you suddenly have a scalpel in your hand.

Too outrageous.

Tang Hongzhe sighed, then stared at the gem transformed from the divinity with piercing eyes. Even with the old Daoist's barrier and restrictions, and the mythological concept itself being in an unactivated state, he still felt a trembling sense of fear.

It was as if the particles generated by a nuclear reactor raised the energy of nitrogen and oxygen molecules, putting them in an excited state.

Then, when returning to normal, it emitted a beautiful and deadly blue light.

This represented a great power sufficient to destroy oneself.

And besides that, there was also the curiosity of a scientific researcher.

Not only him, but almost all scientific researchers reacted similarly. As the top scientists of this era, the most talented scholars, they were also very clear that human understanding of the extraordinary was still in a relatively প্রাথমিক stage.

Science is not simply physics and chemistry.

Strictly speaking, science should be a methodology for understanding all things in the world.

As long as it exists, as long as it can be researched, then it can belong to the category of science, from the distant light at the end of the universe, the explosive yield before the birth of all things, to the microscopic ecology that is too weak to be captured by the naked eye, as long as humans can capture a trace of clues and it exists objectively, all can be used as objects of scientific research.

The problem is only whether the current level of human cognition and knowledge structure can complete the analysis.

To put it bluntly,

If explained in a way that even water monkeys can understand,

You have to light up all the pre-technologies on the tech tree before you can proceed to the next step of research.

There's no way to jump.

And many tech trees are completely different from the kind in games that steadily progress one after another. Instead, they intersect with each other, and this discipline intersection is especially enchanting and outrageous. Who knows that the reason you can't break through to the next step of research is because a discipline as far as 180,000 miles away is not mature enough.

For example, the aeronautical equipment to reach the moon on the ninth heaven requires a perfect combination of countless cutting-edge technologies.

Missing one step won't work.

Science is a precise discipline, the beauty of machinery.

And the extraordinary is the gathering of great power in oneself.

The intersection of the two requires high-level research, and what level of power in the world can reach the realm of gods? A group of scholars instantly understood the importance of this divine concept in front of them—

Not just as a weapon,

But as an answer, a research object for reference.

They were like apprentices who had already obtained the ultimate truth and the answers to the exam.

Next, they only needed to reverse-analyze to quickly advance the understanding of the extraordinary, and directly light up the extraordinary cognitive disciplines of China like crazy. Of course, this also required an extremely long time, and it was impossible to achieve overnight.

But is there anything more exciting than constantly approaching the end of truth?

For them,

Now that they have the answer, they just need to continue researching, and one day they will reach the end.

In the process of researching and developing weapons, the subsidiary disciplines and researches that are derived will all have the power to change the entire world, such as computers. They have already begun to construct various future disciplines in their minds.

The old professor with gray eyebrows and a gentle expression sat in a wheelchair, reaching out and groping his chin, thoughtfully: "This is the power of the sun god. The sun is a star, so theoretically, the limit can completely evolve into the state of the late stage of a star and complete the deduction of a supernova explosion."

Supernova explosion?

Zhang Ruosu's forehead twitched.

He didn't expect his old friend to drop a bomb as soon as he opened his mouth.

This guy, is his temper so explosive?

That is the most violent force in the universe. As for how strong it is...

The annihilation of a star is enough to instantly illuminate an entire galaxy.

Its power is enough to last for several months before slowly disappearing, and by the way, it will throw all the matter of the star outwards at one-tenth the speed of light. It's probably attached with armor-piercing penetration, powerful to the point of being outrageous. This thing is simply a scorched-earth tactic.

And you have to kill a sun god every time you use it.

Where are there so many sun gods for you to kill?

The old professor sighed, "However, this is too difficult. It may not be possible to complete it in a hundred years, a thousand years, or even with the existing methods of mankind. It is completely impossible to trigger the beginning of this process." He mocked himself, "We can see the future."

"But we can't even do the power to pull the trigger."

"After all, even the initial cosmic rays were born because of this thing..."

His tone was full of regret.

Zhang Ruosu suspected that his old friend had a considerable degree of violent genes in his body. He looked gentle and refined, but how could he be so full of martial virtue in an instant? However, after all, he is a scientist. Why are there so many mad scientist characters in various stories?

Because they are indeed the most curious people.

Moreover, only after curiosity, talent, diligence, execution, and even inspiration all reach a certain height can they reach this step. Such people can easily open Pandora's box.

Tang Hongzhe said, "Teacher, supernova explosions are too difficult to master, and it would be too wasteful."

"Since we can't complete a supernova explosion,"

"Then, why not try core collapse and create an artificial black hole?"

He first felt that what his teacher said was too wasteful.

Then he casually smashed out something equally outrageous.

Whether it is a supernova explosion or the core collapse evolving into a black hole,

The premise is the same—this star is about to be destroyed.

For example, a black hole is a star shrinking, collapsing, and then exploding violently.

The shrinking process stops immediately when all the matter in the core becomes neutrons.

It is compressed into a dense star, and it also compresses the internal space and time.

A brand new black hole is freshly baked.

But even Zhang Ruosu knew that as a precise science, it was impossible to achieve overnight. This could only be a prospect, a prospect for a thousand years later, or even the next five thousand years. Reality can never capture people's imagination. Even when standing on the earth, one's thoughts can travel in the sea of stars.

In the end, they determined the only thing they could try now.

"Simple firepower is probably difficult to cause damage to these god-level forces."

"What we need is that even if it's only a momentary flame, it must penetrate the gods. Only by having a weapon in our hands that is enough to slay gods can we stand upright on the earth."

Final trial plan scheme one: Try to create an artificial star, capture a shooting star passing through the universe, and then use the power of this Great Sun God to re-ignite the nuclear fusion fire of the dead star, create a Great Sun, study how to promote the collapse of the star, and use this artificial star to create an explosion with only one ten-thousandth or even one millionth of the power of the original version.

If it is said that the original version is a complete outbreak,

That is a violent force enough to illuminate an entire galaxy.

It is the death blow of a star-like god. Although a certain sun god was stupid enough to not know that he still had this trick, and, He almost had no courage and time to fight to the death, even one ten-thousandth of the residue is very terrifying.

It is enough to cause a devastating attack on the gods.

But the forging of this sword costs so much that it is outrageous just to think about it.

Capture stars, complete artificial Great Sun, and ignite nuclear fusion fire.

Then try to speed up the process to before the star is destroyed.

"How many years will it take to complete?"

"Don't know..."

The old professor shook his head: "Perhaps a hundred years, perhaps five hundred years, we must complete it."

"This is the divine weapon of the human race."

"The power that truly protects people."

"And..."

The old man was silent. When he was about to speak, Zhang Ruosu said, "Let me do it."

He looked at the smiling faces full of joy and took a deep breath: "Let me say this sentence."

While a group of genius scholars were delighted, the Daoist deeply looked at the joys, sorrows, and joys on those faces, closed his eyes, and said:

"Therefore, those who are unwilling to participate in this plan can choose to leave."

"There is a formation at the door that can erase your memories of this period of time and cut off the short-term karma connecting you with the Great Sun concept without being noticed."

The discussion stopped abruptly.

Erasing memories, these four words were like a cold wind from the north, freezing the atmosphere and adding a cruel and cold flavor. Zhang Ruosu closed his eyes and said, "Our opponents are the gods in the sky, and almost all gods have the ability to predict the secrets of heaven in advance."

"Avoiding calamity and seeking good fortune is basic, almost instinctive."

"And this prediction of avoiding calamity and seeking good fortune could not be fed back in the past, because the power that could threaten them was itself a strong person of the same level, or a strong person of a similar level, which would naturally interfere with the secrets of heaven, so this instinctive prediction was difficult to play a role."

"But, you are different. Compared to the gods, you are just mortals."

"And when you personally forge this sword, the gods will be aware of it, because you will have the power to threaten the gods in your hands, but you cannot use yourselves to avoid the gods' prediction of the secrets of heaven."

"Even across a long distance, they can follow the secrets of heaven to take the lives of mortals."

"So, in order to prevent you from being killed by the gods."

"In order to avoid this, in order to prevent your relatives and friends from being implicated, those who participate in the plan will all be moved into the Daoist cave heavens and blessed lands in the first stage, and there will be Daoist and Buddhist monks maintaining the operation of the Heavenly Secrets Formation at all times to hide your aura."

"That is to say,"

The old Daoist's voice paused: "Since we are going to draw our swords against the gods, we can only live in seclusion."

"Subsequent calculations can be handed over to ordinary scientific workers. Simple numbers will not contain danger."

"And the members who personally come into contact with the core concept of the Great Sun need to stay away from the crowd until the plan is completed. Now, you have not been in contact with this thing, and with the restriction to block the aura, you can still cut off the karma. After you really come into contact with the Great Sun plan, you will not be able to escape."

"After the plan starts, you yourselves will not even be able to contact others..."

"In order to prevent accidents, all communication will be cut off to completely protect you."

"This time the opponent is not other countries, but the gods in the sky who instinctively grasp the secrets of heaven."

"No mistakes are allowed."

When the voice fell, it was already dead silent.

The gods can sense the power that threatens them.

But as mortals, they can never resist such prediction.

In order not to expose the plan, in order not to implicate their relatives, they must stay away from society until the plan is completed. If the plan cannot be completed, I am afraid that even their death cannot be told to their relatives, because this time the opponent is the gods.

That kind of direct communication will bring danger.

Even video calls with family members may be a dangerous signal.

They are just shielded by the formation.

Not completely disappeared.

After all, as the people who truly forge this sword, they themselves represent the evil gaze of the gods. In order to prevent accidents, their own experience and existence must be sealed off, not to mention anything else.

Slowly, several scholars stood up, bowed in shame, and then left.

"I, I have to go home..."

"Sorry."

Their faces showed the expression of making the most wrong decision, the most ashamed decision, and some even shed tears.

The old Daoist and the old professor watched them leave and replied:

"You didn't actually do anything wrong."

"Isn't it the fault of us old guys... it's us."

"We have no way, no way to protect you like before."

"Instead, we want you to protect the world."

And most of the remaining ones did not leave. In the end, the old Daoist said softly: "There are still five minutes to contact the outside world."

"We, seize every minute..."

With a bang, accompanied by the sound of chairs, these usually gentle scientific workers suddenly stood up and ran out to the corners. Tang Hongzhe did the same. He was the most rational and calm person. He stood up, greeted the old Daoist and his teacher, and found a quiet place.

He took out his mobile phone and sent messages to his friends.

He arranged the topics for his students from now until graduation.

Resigned.

His parents had passed away, and he had already experienced separation.

So he seemed rational and calm.

Like doing data experiments, like a precise instrument.

The top scientists will also be affected by certain reverse effects in life.

Until finally, he made a video call to his wife and daughter.

Accompanied by the beeping sound, it seemed that he had not noticed. When he finally turned on the phone, his daughter's smiling face and his wife's complaining voice came: "Run slower, be careful."

"Is the work done, A-Zhe?"

Tang Hongzhe replied.

The video turned to his daughter's smiling face: "Dad, Dad, I just rode the Ferris wheel."

"Ferris wheel!"

"I didn't even shout, am I amazing?!"

"Yes, yes, the most amazing..."

Tang Hongzhe nodded with a smile.

"Then when will you come back, Dad? Let's fly a kite."

The little girl said happily: "You said there would be fireworks tonight. The sky is dark, the fireworks are sparkling, and they fly up with a 'biu' and explode into flowers, and the sky will become like daytime."

"We pinky swore."

Tang Hongzhe's lips trembled. He reached out and covered his lips, while the little girl in the amusement park jumped and jumped. Seeing her father covering his lips with his hands, as if he was thinking, and then nodded and smiled, her eyes were red: "Okay."

"Will do."

"Dad will make a big firework for Nuan Nuan."

"All the children can see the moment when the night is dispelled."

"Okay!"

"Then Dad, we're going to ride the carousel. Mom bought me a beautiful kite. I won't show it to you. I'll show it to you when I get home."

She took the initiative to hang up the phone.

Tang Hongzhe stared blankly at the suddenly darkened phone.

He staggered up and turned his head to see that the guy he had always disliked since college was also there. He had always studied hard, but that guy was still a playboy, dating girls everywhere, without any of the seriousness of a scientific worker.

Now that old rival's eyes were red, his hair was messy.

His nose was also red, like a funny character.

Tang Hongzhe wanted to laugh at him, but found that the other person's expression seemed to want to mock him as well. In the end, he said nothing. He said softly, "Good luck."

"Okay."

In the end, they sat in the meeting room, silent.

The white-haired old professor whispered and sighed: "I once forged a sword for Yan Huang."

He was one of the last few two-bomb and one-satellite veterans. Because of the spiritual recovery and the popularization of the extraordinary, he successfully cultivated and extended his life. He smiled calmly: "Now, I have to forge the second sword again. Although I may eventually fall on this road, I am very happy to be able to work with you."

"Then, what is the name of our plan?"

"God-slaying weapon?"

The playboy Lu Boguang next to Tang Hongzhe asked with a strong smile.

In fact, they had no idea how much time they would need to spend, and they didn't know if they would be able to complete it.

The old professor said, "No, this time the plan is called Kuafu."

Tang Hongzhe murmured: "Kuafu Chasing the Sun?" (Kuafu Chasing the Sun is a Chinese fable)

"Kuafu doesn't know his own strength and wants to chase the sun's shadow. He will inevitably die of thirst. Is this a metaphor for an act of overestimating one's own abilities?"

Although he was in science and engineering, his daughter had this in her dictation of idioms before.

The old professor said, "No."

He said, "It is the determination to take the Great Sun into one's hands!"

Grasp the great power to sink the gods in the hands of mankind!

"Code name, Kuafu!"

"Meaning humans who capture the mythological Great Sun."

The white-haired old man turned around, was silent for a while, and said softly:

"You are all, you are all the Kuafu of our human race..."

The Glory of the Republic.

The strife of the gods, a brilliant world.

Yan Huang.

To protect every living being on this land.

Participate in the war!

……………………

When facing the gods, the ancient civilization once again struggled to sit at the table. No matter how many times the opponents changed, they never gave up, and they would always burst out with a burning fire from their hearts. The backbone that Confucius once forged was the hardest.

Every generation of heroes and heroes has made this bone harder and harder with their own blood.

Looking back on the past in the future, when a certain node occurs, everyone at that time only regards it as an ordinary day.

And the god who holds up the sky took out a box again and asked in confusion:

"Shi Yi, I still want to ask, what are you doing with this Nuwa soil?"

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