Chapter 516

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The bronze floor of the archive room suddenly rose, and gelatinous black blood seeped from the cracked fissure. Ao Li's dragon horn pierced the crack, fluorescence illuminating the deeply buried mechanical remnants below—this was the navigation core of a Buddhist nation warship from three hundred years ago, its surface etched with a corroded star chart.

"Quantum wave Pinqü match completed!" Technician Old Zhang's voice exploded in the communicator, "The decay cycle of these rust marks completely matches the X-09 planet in the mysterious person's memory!"

Holographic Star Chart suddenly twisted into a Klein Bottle form, Lín Jìn's pocket watch fragments floated at the bottle's mouth. When the projection of the ninth Inverse Scale was cast onto the spacetime curvature, a certain coordinate deep within the Rose Star Nebula suddenly burst into a supernova-level flash. The afterimages on everyone's retinas gradually pieced together into three sets of numbers: **γ-09-Ω**.

####**Flesh-and-Blood Star Map**

The base's alloy walls suddenly secreted black viscous fluid, which condensed in the air into a biological star map. Ao Long saw his draconic genetic chain flowing within the star map, each chromosome entwined with an ancient god's umbilical cord. When Lín Jìn embedded the shard of his pocket watch into the gap of the star map, three hundred Buddhist‑nation characters floated up from the slime, each character oozing blood.

"These coordinates were written with the cerebrospinal fluid of the first observer." Ao Long's sword qi split the surface of the star map, and rotting neural cords protruded from the crack. The terminals of these nerve bundles were connected to miniature brains, each brain tissue replaying the surveillance footage of planet X‑09—monks of the mechanical Buddha nation injecting black blood into the star, and in the erupting prominences, war forms of stellar infants rose.

The technical team suddenly convulsed en masse, their genetic locks activated. Xiao Wang's hand back displayed a navigation totem, involuntarily inputting coordinates on the console. With each digit pressed, his skin peeled away, revealing the twitching mechanical birthing‑canal muscles beneath.

####**Quantum Birth Trace**

The lunar base's quantum radar suddenly overloaded, and the rose nebula on the screen began a birthing‑like pulsation. At the γ‑09‑Ω coordinate point, spacetime curvature formed a perfect cervical shape, and a colossus comparable to a galaxy protruded its head from a dimensional rift.

"That is not a planet…" Lín Jìn's pocket‑watch fragment reflected the truth: the surface of planet X‑09 is covered with throbbing biological circuits, and twelve ring mountains are spewing black‑blood fuel. The metallic Buddhist stupas rising between the mountain ranges suddenly split, extending a set of forceps forged from the molten cores of seven hundred civilizations' home stars.

Ao Long's Reverse Scale Sword suddenly trembled, the vertical pupil on its hilt reflecting a live scene—9527 stood atop the stupa, plunging the ninth reverse scale into the furnace. At the instant the scale melted, the lunar base's gravity system suddenly reversed, flinging everyone toward the ceiling, and the clone youths' neural tendrils seized the moment to stab into their cervical vertebrae.

####**Gene Compass**

In the chaos, Old Zhang tore open his blood‑soaked protective suit, revealing the draconic birthmark on his chest. When his blood splashed onto the Buddhist nation's star map, his gene sequence suddenly activated, piecing together a three‑dimensional jump route in the void. Each route's terminus connected to a weeping clone of Ao Long, the stellar‑mark birthmarks on their bellies oozing black blood.

"The coordinates are encrypted in the observer's genes!" Ao Long severed the neural cords entangling Old Zhang, driving his dragon horn into the birthmark. The battle scene from three hundred years ago burst forth: the leader of the first observers was engraving a god‑slaying code into the core of planet X‑09, his scalpel forged from the umbilical cord of a stellar infant.

Suddenly a spacetime rift burst open beneath Lín Jìn's feet, dragging him into the depths of genetic memory. In the boiling sea of black blood, he saw himself clad in the Buddha nation's battle armor, engraving the coordinates onto the fontanel of an infant— that infant bore Ao Long's dragon horns, its umbilical cord linked to a primordial god's embryo.

####**Rampaging Truth**amp】

【17** coordinates were finally Truth**

When the coordinates were finally deciphered, the base suddenly sounded an alarm like a fetus's wail. The main trunk of the clone network burst with amber light, binding everyone in a fetal curl. Ao Long's Reverse Scale Sword automatically reversed its blade, uncontrollably stabbing toward his own stellar‑mark birthmark.

"The coordinates are a trap!" Lín Jìn blocked the sword with his pocket‑watch fragment, and amidst the spacetime turbulence the ultimate truth emerged: planet X‑09 is not a coordinate at all, but the placenta of an ancient god. Those so‑called star‑map markings are merely the wrinkles projected by the contracting birth canal.

In the midst of everyone's despair, the birth canal on the lunar surface suddenly contracted violently. From the direction of X‑09, a torrent of black blood surged, revealing the wrecks of nine hundred Buddha‑nation warships. These ghost ships, which should have been annihilated, are being reassembled; the birthing clamps at their prows drip stellar molten lava, and the phantom commanders on the bridges all bear Lín Jìn's face.