[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-all-heavens-from-a-wasteland-farm-to-a-d":3,"chapter-lord-of-all-heavens-from-a-wasteland-farm-to-a-d-lord-of-all-heavens-from-a-wasteland-farm-to-a-d-chapter-226":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Lord of All Heavens: From a Wasteland Farm to a Divine Court of Myriad Worlds",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2344419,4582,"Chapter 226","lord-of-all-heavens-from-a-wasteland-farm-to-a-d-chapter-226",226,"\u003Cp>Cold. Bone-chilling cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Lingna’s first sensation upon regaining consciousness—as if her entire body had been submerged in the depths of a ten-thousand-year ice tomb, her thoughts nearly frozen solid. Followed by agonizing pain, pervasive and unrelenting, especially at the empty, violently torn-off stump of her right shoulder—a searing torment blending nerve spasms with phantom limb sensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She struggled to open her heavy eyelids; her vision blurred and dim. After a long adjustment, she barely made out her surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She seemed to be lying inside a narrow, transparent container resembling a medical pod, its inner walls coated with a thin layer of frost. Outside the container was a cramped room, yet saturated with the aura of ancient, intricate technology. The walls were cold gray alloy, littered with countless dead display screens and unknown interfaces. Cables hung like vines from the ceiling, some flickering with faint, malfunctioning indicator lights. The air was cold and dry, carrying a faint, stale odor of disinfectant mixed with engine oil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where is this? The “shelter” the voice mentioned?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tried to move, but her body was too weak—even lifting a finger felt impossible, as if every cell had exhausted its last ounce of energy. Any sudden motion tugged at her wounds, forcing a pained gasp from her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the only still-lit screen in the room—a single oval panel directly before her—flickered, displaying lines of cold text alternating between Standard Universal Language and Elven script. The emotionless electronic voice spoke again, as if emanating from the room itself:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Vital signs: stable. Multiple bone fractures, internal hemorrhaging, severe energy depletion, right arm’s key energy organ missing. Emergency life support activated. Condition stabilized, but full recovery requires additional energy and time.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Identity confirmed: Keybearer (damaged). Permission level: Guest (temporary). Welcome to Ark Heart Shelter, 7th Maintenance Outpost.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ark Heart? 7th Outpost? Lingna struggled to process the information. This seemed to be another hidden shelter within the Ark itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who… are you?” she croaked, her voice rough as sandpaper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【I am the 7th Outpost’s Management Unit. You may call me ‘Sentry.’】 the electronic voice replied, 【My core directive: activate the shelter protocol upon Ark’s catastrophic crisis, preserve as much life and critical data as possible, and await the day of restart.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The others… my companions…” Lingna pressed urgently, “What happened to them? Sister Ali? Brother Lin Mo? And…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screen’s text scrolled, revealing fragmented external surveillance footage—apparently captured by partially intact external sensors. The images were shaky and broken: the Doctor’s assault craft hovered near the energy well’s entrance; the unconscious Ali was roughly shackled by scavenger soldiers and dragged onto an assault vessel; the geothermal energy well’s light membrane still flickered, but dimmer than before; the abyssal region housing the Shadow Engine was entirely engulfed in a terrifying, writhing storm of black-purple energy, obscuring all detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Based on last received external data: Individual ‘Ali’ captured and removed by hostile units. Individual ‘Lin Mo’ remains at the energy well core, status unusual, cannot be fully probed. Individual ‘Grona’ and hostile target ‘Shadow Eye’ fell into spatial chaos, whereabouts unknown. Individual ‘Zero’… signal lost.】 Sentry stated the grim facts in a cold tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sister Ali was taken… Big Sister Grona and that madman vanished… Zero… sacrificed…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she had suspected, hearing this cold confirmation still clenched her heart like a fist; silent tears slid from her corners, freezing almost instantly in the frigid air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despair surged again like a tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Detected intense emotional fluctuation in guest. Recommendation: Maintain calm. Emotional instability hinders recovery.】 Sentry’s voice remained unshaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingna closed her eyes, breathed in several deep, icy breaths, and forced herself to calm down. Grief and despair solved nothing. She was still alive. Brother Lin Mo and Sister Liyana were still alive. Sister Ali had only been captured—there was still hope to save her!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sentry, is this place safe? Will the Doctor’s forces find us here?” she asked again, voice still hoarse but now edged with resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【The outpost lies within the Ark’s structural layers and part of an unrecorded ancient ruin. The entrance is concealed and buried by explosion. Current external energy environment is extremely chaotic; large-scale enemy scanning is ineffective. Short-term security assured. Long-term, however, if enemies fully control the Ark’s upper layers and conduct detailed excavation, discovery is highly probable.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Safety was only temporary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what’s here? Can it help me recover? What can we do?” Lingna pressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【7th Outpost’s primary functions: short-term life support, data storage, basic maintenance. Available resources: low-power energy core (sufficient only for basic operation and your life support), partially intact Elven tech database, one basic medical chamber (where you currently reside), one maintenance corridor leading to other areas (partially damaged or sealed).】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside the screen, a previously dark panel lit up, displaying a fragmented schematic of the outpost. Most areas glowed red or yellow with damage markers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Given your condition, full recovery requires substantial energy and advanced medical resources unavailable here. Recommended course: stabilize injuries with current resources, restore basic mobility, then attempt to reach other intact outposts or functional zones for further aid.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hope was slim, but at least there was a clear goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Sentry’s guidance, Lingna painfully operated the few still-functional buttons inside the medical pod, injecting painkillers and basic nutrients. The agony eased slightly; a sliver of strength returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pushed open the pod’s hatch. The biting cold made her shiver violently. She dragged herself out, leaning against the icy wall, surveying the place that had saved her life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was tiny. Besides the pod, there were only a few dusty control consoles and a sealed metal cabinet. She opened the cabinet: inside were a few outdated uniforms bearing Elven script and insignia, expired standard rations, and one unopened bottle of clean water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gulped down half the bottle, then struggled into one of the oversized uniforms, gaining slight relief from the cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Sentry’s voice returned, tinged with faint interference:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Warning: Detected anomalous energy residue fluctuations along the outpost’s external corridor… not matching current intruder signatures… older… similar to… Elven emergency distress signal… but extremely weak and… intermittent…】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Elven distress signal? Could there be other survivors?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Signal source located: deep within the third maintenance corridor. The corridor, due to age and prior explosions, is severely damaged and marked ‘High Risk.’ Attempt to receive clearer signal or dispatch reconnaissance unit?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reconnaissance unit? Lingna glanced around the small, ruined outpost. Where was there even a unit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can… can you bring the signal in? Or amplify it?” Lingna asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Attempting… signal too weak, interference severe… increasing receiver sensitivity…】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snowflakes multiplied on the screen. A faint, static-laced, intermittent Elven distress cry, mixed with massive explosions and a terrifying roar, crackled from the outpost’s ancient speakers:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【…This is… Seventh Bio-Garden… we’ve been breached! They’re coming from the shadows… ah!】【…Can’t hold! Initiate final protocol! Send the children into the… ‘Cradle’! Hurry!】【…May the Moon Goddess… protect… the seed…】【…No! Don’t come! Save…】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice cut off abruptly, leaving only a suffocating hiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingna’s scalp prickled. This was clearly an ancient distress signal residue—left behind when the Ark first crashed or was internally attacked! Seventh Bio-Garden? Cradle? Children?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Signal analysis: historical residual fragment, not real-time communication. Recorded time: Standard Day 3 after Ark impact. Signal source terminated at end of third maintenance corridor, former site of ‘Seventh Bio-Garden.’】 Sentry added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Historical echo… but Sentry detected “anomalous energy residue”—not just signal remnants!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingna’s heartbeat quickened involuntarily. Third corridor… High Risk zone… ancient distress signal… and Sentry’s detected anomalous energy…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was there? Merely the ghosts of history? Or… something still lingering, still calling out, after countless years?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dangerous thought took root in her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>",1275,"2026-06-21T00:09:54.226Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","acba8cbe5fb42b24598823ecf528b4e1557852b49bf47dd39e86cab7e88e40a5","lord-of-all-heavens-from-a-wasteland-farm-to-a-d-chapter-227","lord-of-all-heavens-from-a-wasteland-farm-to-a-d-chapter-225",247,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-all-heavens-from-a-wasteland-farm-to-a-d-cover.jpg"]