Chapter 523: Using the Brains of Hundreds of Millions as Computing Units

Qin Hao's command was like a starting gun.

The entire Yanhuang Civilization, this terrifying machine already preheated to the extreme, instantly completed the mode switch.

From infrastructure mode, it jumped straight into research and development mode.

There was no doubt or hesitation.

When the truth of survival was revealed, when the only way out was pointed out.

All that remained was execution at any cost.

Miracle Garden, Central Scientific Academy.

"All departments of the Scientific Academy, attention! Immediately enter emergency wartime status!"

Qian Yin's voice exploded through the consciousness network system in every corner.

She spoke extremely fast, obviously her brain had been running at its limit.

"Soul Engineering Project Team, immediately connect to the Fuxi Main Brain!"

"Begin sampling and modeling the soul data of all citizens!"

"I want to see the first version of the soul compatibility stress test report within one hour!"

Orders were issued one after another.

"Concept Armament Project Team, pull out all the underlying code and rule structure diagrams of the Xuanyuan Sword!"

"We want to open up inside this sword a consciousness matrix capable of accommodating trillions of trillions of soul interfaces!"

"This is like installing trillions of trillions of central processors into a supercomputer!"

"High Energy Physics Project Team, your task is the heaviest!"

"Forge a spear from a shield!"

"Immediately reverse-engineer and disassemble the portable rule beacon!"

"I need to know its rule-repulsion field's peak repulsive force, decay period, and the possible logical collapse critical point from the superposition of multiple force fields!"

"Fast! Fast! Fast!"

For a moment, countless researchers became the most precise components, beginning to operate at super speed.

Massive data streams surged through the supercomputer array, turning into hundreds of millions of flowing rivers of stars.

The core of the Fuxi Main Brain, that supermodel computer powered by the entire Miracle Garden, had its power suddenly pulled up to 120 percent.

Coordinating with it were countless descendants of Yanhuang.

They actively opened their own soul networks.

Lying in the hibernation pods, they allowed soft data probes to scan their consciousness cores.

There was not the slightest resistance.

Because they knew that every piece of data they provided would become a component in forging that Sword of Civilization.

They, are the sword.

The sword, is them.

Meanwhile, Qin Zheng, Qin Wu, Qin Si and others were integrating combat strength.

"Brother, Dad's plan is too crazy, but I think it's feasible!"

Qin Si, while mobilizing her white blood cell legion, spoke in an excited tone.

She was organizing her subordinates into special rule special forces teams.

"Once the Sword of Civilization is forged, we will no longer be dimensional lifeforms, but complete rule aggregates!"

"By then, my word-as-law will no longer act on just a small area."

"It will be able to directly rewrite the underlying logic of the cosmic core through the sword's body!"

Qin Wu was also rubbing his palms together.

He was merging his order concept with the operating systems of those surrendered fleets from the G37 Division.

To reshape them into an order legion that absolutely obeys commands.

"Exactly!"

"By then, our entire civilization will be a sword, and I will be the sharpest tip on its blade!"

"What damnable cosmic instinct, one sword will cleave it!"

Only Qin Zheng had his brows tightly furrowed.

He was not as optimistic as his younger siblings.

Because he was in charge of overall coordination and risk assessment.

Watching the real-time data transmitted from the Fuxi Main Brain, his face grew increasingly solemn.

"Dad."

He connected to Qin Hao's private consciousness channel.

Qin Hao was resting with closed eyes.

His consciousness had already preliminarily connected with the Xuanyuan Sword, trying to adapt in advance to that mysterious feeling of merging with the entire civilization.

"What's wrong?"

"The plan may have encountered its first bottleneck."

Qin Zheng's voice was very heavy.

"Speak."

"Computing power."

Qin Zheng spoke concisely.

"Whether it's the fusion simulation of soul armaments or the detonation drill of a temporary wormhole, the required computing volume far exceeds our current limits."

Fuxi's main brain's core has already been overloaded.

According to its self-diagnosis report, if we forcibly continue this level of simulation, within three hours its core will be permanently paralyzed due to logical overheating.

Qin Hao opened his eyes.

He knew that what Qin Zheng said was factual.

To integrate the septillion independent and complex souls into a harmonious unified whole.

And to unleash a combat power where one plus one is far greater than two.

The amount of calculation involved is already beyond what astronomical numbers can describe.

This involves biology, soul studies, sociology, information theory, quantum mechanics… and so on.

It is the ultimate problem of almost all disciplines.

Moreover, we also need to calculate how to detonate millions of rule-repulsion fields to tear open the universe.

This is like letting a 21st-century supercomputer simulate in real time every detail from the Big Bang to today.

Not even the trajectory of a single atom can be wrong.

This is fundamentally an impossible task.

"Simply put, our hardware can't keep up with our ideas."

"Our central processor is about to burn out."

Qin Zheng concluded.

If this news gets out, it could instantly shatter the morale that had just been gathered.

However, Qin Hao's face showed no trace of surprise or panic.

He simply asked calmly.

"How much longer can Fuxi hold on?"

"If we only perform basic data maintenance, without any simulation, it can hold on indefinitely."

Qin Zheng paused.

"But if, as you requested, we need to produce a plan within twelve hours, it can at most run another ten minutes of high-intensity computation."

"Ten minutes."

Qin Hao muttered.

After a moment of silence, he was making a difficult decision in his heart.

Then he suddenly laughed.

"Zheng'er, what do you think is our Yanhuang Civilization's greatest weapon?"

Qin Zheng was taken aback.

He subconsciously replied: "It's the Yellow Emperor Sword, your leadership, and us..."

"No."

Qin Hao shook his head.

His gaze fell upon the brightly lit, vibrant safety zone outside.

Seeing countless researchers sacrificing themselves for a common goal.

Soldiers' blood boiled for a crazy plan.

Civilians gave everything for a slim hope.

"Our greatest weapon has already surpassed divine artifacts."

"It also transcends technology."

Qin Hao's face was full of pride.

"That is our people."

"It is these countless seemingly small brains that possess infinite creativity and possibility!"

"If a supercomputer can't compute it, then we'll use septillions of biological computers to compute together!"

Qin Zheng's breath caught.

He immediately understood Qin Hao's meaning.

"Dad, you mean..."

"Exactly."

Qin Hao turned around.

His eyes flickered with an almost mad light.

"Issue my order!"

"All-Members Soul Armament Plan, activate early!"

"We have no time to simulate, to deduce!"

"We will go straight to practical drills!"