Chapter 515: Amber Net

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The ring mountain on the lunar surface is exuding amber mucus; these gelatinous substances climb along the neural filaments extended by the clone youths, corroding the silvery-gray rock layers into a biological matrix. Ao Li, through the base's observation window, sees that Ring Mountain No. 37 has already transformed into a cervical shape, with a pair of obstetric forceps forged from scrapped starships hanging from the mountain's cleft, where machinery and flesh perfectly merge at the forceps' jaws.

"Energy readings have surpassed the threshold!" Technician Old Zhang's protective goggles reflected a terrifying data stream, "These mucus are reproducing the energy spectrum of the initial Big Bang!"

Lín Jìn's pocket watch fragments suddenly floated up to the control panel, the watch face's cracks oozing a black-red substance. When these liquids touched the holographic star chart, the lunar orbit suddenly displayed three hundred ancient civilizations' war remnants—the quantum city-states of Andromeda's spiral arms were collapsing, the silicon-based empire of Orion's Nebula melted into a metallic torrent, and at the center of every destruction scene floated a boiling black blood ocean.

"This isn't a mutation..." Ao Li's dragon horn pierced the data haze, capturing an ancient scene in a spacetime interlayer: warriors clad in Buddhist state battle armor were injecting black blood into stellar cores, and in the erupting energy tide rose the prototypes of nine hundred Star Sea fetuses, "It's an atavistic phenomenon."

####**Honeycomb Net**

The base's alloy floor suddenly softened, and the clone youths' neural filaments drilled out from the cracks. These amber‑glossy tendrils pierced the main reactor, transforming the quantum core into a uterus‑shaped energy hub. When the first reactor finished its transformation, the far‑side lunar region of Hongwan suddenly bulged, the metallic lunar regolith rolled into birth‑canal folds, each fold inlaid with pulsating remnants of civilizations.

"They're using wreckage from Earth‑war era starships as birth‑canal supports!" Xiao Wang pulled up deep‑space telescope imagery, magnifying a twisted armor plate—upon it the scorched Buddhist state emblem was being repaired by the mucus, and the wartime artillery scars gradually turned into pregnancy lines.

Ao Li's sword qi split open the ventilation duct, advancing along the main trunk of the clone network. At the duct's end, three hundred clones were inserting their neural filaments into the black blood pool, in which floated the titanium‑alloy inner lining of the lunar core. When her dragon horn illuminated the pool's bottom, she suddenly saw the wreckage of the First Generation Buddhist state warship—those armor plates that should have vanished three hundred years ago now had black blood condensed into reliefs of infant palms.

####**God‑Slaying Legacy**

The archive room suddenly rang with metallic tearing sounds; Lín Jìn burst open the blast door overgrown with a membrane of flesh. Beneath the overturned bronze statue, the jade slips of the war‑torn scrolls were exuding black blood, which condensed in the air into the First Generation Observer's confession:

"In the Buddhist kalpa of three thousand ages, black blood was originally the god‑slaying blade. Yet once fetal movement began, the blade turned into poison..."

The seal script replayed an ancient tragedy before everyone's eyes: Dragon Clan warriors injected black blood into an ancient god's embryo, but were back‑fired on the eve of victory. Boiling energy substances corroded the God‑Slayers' genes, transforming their inverse scales into birth‑canal dilators.

The technical team suddenly cried out; metal birthmarks sprouted on the inner layer of their protective suits. Old Zhang tore open his sleeve, seeing his forearm etch the Buddhist state warship's carved diagram: "Black blood is awakening the genetic memory of the wartime era!" Before his words faded, his pupils suddenly clouded amber, and he mechanically walked toward the main console, tapping on the quantum computer the battle code of the Buddhist state from three hundred years ago.

####**Energy Reincarnation**

The lunar surface suddenly burst with supernova‑level light, the entire ring‑mountain system began to spin. Ao Li saw the wreckage of the Apollo lunar module reassembling, the stars and stripes of the American flag transforming into an umbilical‑cord totem, and the solar panels of Tranquility Base pieced together into a birth‑canal monitor.

"The energy nature is completely identical!" Lín Jìn's pocket‑watch fragments projected a comparative spectrum: the current black blood's quantum fluctuations completely overlapped with the god‑slaying energy in the ancient war imagery, "The ancient gods turned their weapon into their own amniotic fluid!"

The clone network suddenly emitted a resonance wave, and the base's walls seeped forth the phantoms of the First Generation Buddhist state warriors. These black‑armored war spirits raised energy blades, but the blades suddenly melted into obstetric forceps. Behind them, the war‑like form of the Star Sea fetuses emerged—it was an infant outline stitched together from nine million burned warships, with umbilical cords linking each civilization being devoured.

Ao Li's inverse‑scale sword pierced the main console; at the instant dragon blood mixed with black blood, spacetime suddenly reversed. Everyone saw their selves from three hundred years ago standing on the Buddhist state flagship, personally injecting black‑blood fuel into the cannon barrel. When the star‑destroyer cannon's light illuminated the universe, its muzzle did not emit a destructive beam but a god‑embryo curled into fetal form.

"This is the true reincarnation." The voice of the Star Sea fetuses emanated from every clone's mouth, the lunar birth canal suddenly contracted. Earth's atmosphere began to solidify into a fetal membrane, the depths of the Pacific rose a bronze birthing bed, engraved with the names of all civilizations that had participated in the ancient war—while the nameplate of human civilization was gradually forming in the final slot.