Chapter 459: They

That place is another well‑known hot potato within the Alliance.

The environment is harsh, the rules are chaotic, and two level‑seven civilizations have been locked in constant conflict over resources there year after year.

You should know, even a level‑seven civilization cannot create something out of nothing.

It also requires resources.

"Since they love arbitration so much, love cleaning up messes…"

Woxi Ling's smile grew more teasing, "Then let's give them another chance at redemption."

She submitted a new proposal to the council.

"Given that the Yanhuang Civilization behaved improperly in the Stellar Radiance Sea incident, causing dissatisfaction among many members,"

"I propose giving them a chance to make amends—by going deep into the Mist Corridor to mediate the resource dispute between the Shadow Clan and the Echo Civilization."

"If the mission succeeds, all previous matters can be forgiven."

This proposal both appeased the protesting civilizations,

and put the Yanhuang Civilization's 'sharp blade' to use elsewhere—killing two birds with one stone.

The council quickly passed this proposal.

A brand‑new mission order, carrying Woxi Ling's kindly smile, was transmitted to the Yanhuang side.

Han Ge looked at the newest mission and raised an eyebrow.

"Mist Corridor? Mediate a dispute?"

He lifted his gaze to the star map, his eyes landing on the mist‑shrouded star region, and a big grin spread across his face.

"Hey, they're sending us vegetables again."

"Those old foxes have given us work again."

Han Ge contacted Qin Hao right away, his voice barely concealing his excitement,

"The location is the Mist Corridor, the task is mediation—I think they want to treat us as professional cleaners."

On the other end of the comms, Qin Hao's light laughter came through.

"Cleaners? No, we're going to shop. This takeout—we're not just going to eat it, we're going to eat it clean."

At the same time Han Ge received the mission, on Qin Hao's system interface,

an in‑depth analysis report on the Mist Corridor had already been generated.

That star region, which the Alliance regards as chaotic and dangerous, revealed its true value under the system's scan.

【Target Area: Mist Corridor】

【Environmental Analysis: High‑concentration dimensional mist exists, which can interfere with regular detection and dimensional jumps. The core component of the mist is 'Dimensional Fabric' fragments, possessing the trait of stabilizing rule‑energy.】

【Resource Analysis: The region contains the rare mineral 'Condensed Crystal', whose energy structure highly matches the 'Rule‑Stabilizing Anchor' required for the second stage of the Mimicry Protocol.】

【System Recommendation: Accept the mission. Use this region as a natural test field for the Mimicry Protocol, collect Condensed Crystals, and attempt to capture Dimensional Fabric samples to perfect the civilization's mimicry technology.】

Qin Hao's eyes lit up.

"Dimensional Fabric… Rule‑Stabilizing Anchor…"

He muttered to himself.

This is literally like someone bringing a pillow when you're sleepy.

The core of the Yanhuang Civilization's 'Mimicry' technology is to let its own energy fluctuations blend perfectly into the universe's background pulse.

From disguising as a 'virus' to posing as a 'normal cell'.

And the most crucial step in this process is needing a stabilizer that can anchor its own rules, preventing assimilation by the cosmic background.

Previously, Qian Yin's team had been worrying about finding suitable materials, never expecting the Alliance to deliver them right to our doorstep so quickly.

"This isn't a punishment mission—it's clearly them sending us research funding!"

Qin Hao was delighted.

He gave Han Ge a new order: "Han Ge, reply to the Alliance immediately—we accept the mission, but we must put on a proper show."

"Understood!"

Han Ge understood instantly, "I'll make them think we're reluctant, taking it on only out of obligation to atone."

Besides, I'll extort them a bit—claiming a 'Hazardous Environment Duty Subsidy' and a 'High‑Risk Mission Mental Loss Fee.'

"Just do that." Qin Hao nodded with a smile.

"Have Qin Zheng and Zhou Yunhai cooperate with you, continuing to play the role of greedy arbitrators."

"Remember, our overt goal is mediation, while the real goal is to collect ore samples and test the mimicry technology."

"Received!"

After hanging up, Qin Hao wasted no time, immediately sending a brand‑new route chart to the Pangu.

This route chart is far more complex than the official safe passage the Alliance provided, with red dots marking over a dozen seemingly unrelated coordinates.

On the bridge of the Pangu.

Zhou Yunhai looked at the new star chart, his brows furrowed.

"These points… are distributed at different depths of the Mist Corridor, some even marked by the Alliance as 'extremely dangerous' dimensional turbulence zones—what does the Chief Commander want us to do there?"

"What else can we do?"

Han Ge leaned in, eyes gleaming at the red dots on the star chart,

"You don't get it—this isn't a route chart, it's clearly a treasure map drawn by our boss! Every red dot marks a treasure."

Zhou Yunhai looked at Han Ge's greedy expression and shook his head helplessly.

Although he still didn't fully understand, he chose to unconditionally trust the Chief Commander's judgment.

"Order the entire fleet—target the Mist Corridor. Prepare to execute a dimensional jump along the new route provided by the Chief Commander."

Under the gaze of countless civilizations in the Cosmic Alliance—some schadenfreude, some coldly observing—the massive Pangu fleet set sail.

In the next second, the entire fleet silently vanished from everyone's detection screens.

"They have set off."

G-37 Branch, Wo Xi Ling gazed at the empty starport, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"Chairman, can the Yanhuang Civilization really handle the trouble in the Mist Labyrinth? The Shadow Clan and Echo Civilization there are no pushovers."

The deputy officer beside him asked anxiously.

"Whether it can be handled well is not important."

Wo Xi Ling's eyes were deep, "I just want to see if this sharp blade will chip a corner when it meets hard stone."

She did not know that the knife in her eyes was eagerly rushing to a feast she herself had arranged.

And the stone in her eyes, to the Yanhuang Civilization, was merely a material for sharpening the blade and supplementing nutrition.

The Pangu Fleet sped through the dimensional interlayer.

Zhou Yunhai stood at the center of the bridge, tightly watching the constantly changing parameters on the main screen.

"Report, we have entered the outskirts of the Mist Labyrinth and are about to disengage from dimensional jump."

"Prepare for the dimensional impact!"

At his command, the ship shuddered violently, and the view outside the window shifted from the radiant dimensional channel,

instantly switching to a patch of hazy, seemingly alive, slowly writhing strange nebula.

This is the Mist Labyrinth.

Almost as the fleet appeared, a piercing alarm sounded inside the bridge.

"Alarm! High-intensity rule interference detected! Conventional sensor failure rate at 97%!"

"Spatial coordinates unstable; the dimensional gate cannot be precisely located!"

"Report! The ship's hull is being eroded by unknown high-dimensional energy!......"

A string of bad news made the atmosphere on the bridge tense.

Zhou Yunhai's expression, however, remained unusually calm.

"Activate the Mirror Flower Water Moon Defense Protocol to filter out high-dimensional erosion. Order the entire fleet to switch to spiritual power search mode, maintain defensive formation, and proceed at low speed."

He issued the orders in an orderly manner.

The Chief Commander had already anticipated these situations and provided a full set of countermeasures.