Chapter 640: The Final Contact

Xijing.

The deepest secret chamber beneath the headquarters of the Jing'an Office.

There are no windows here.

Walls, floor, and ceiling are all covered with thick lead plates and soundproof cork.

The sole light source comes from a peculiarly shaped bronze lamp at the chamber's center.

The lamp has seven branches, each tip not a flame but a small crystal emitting a soft white light.

The light is steady yet not bright, just enough to illuminate a small area.

The air carries a faint scent, like sandalwood mixed with metal.

Chen Wen sits alone beside the lamp.

On the low table before him are three items.

On the left, the flat, neither-metal-nor-wood box left by Zhao Lao Nian, its lid now open.

Inside is not a mechanical device but a palm-sized, crystal-clear light-blue crystal chip.

Within the chip, countless tiny specks seem to slowly swirl.

In the center is an antiquely styled bronze token, its front engraved with a complex 'message' character pattern, the back smooth.

On the right, a small sealed pottery jar, its mouth tightly sealed with fire lacquer, stamped with the Jing'an Office's unique mark.

The time is the eve of the appointed day, the end of the hai hour.

At midnight, it is the time to attempt the 'final contact.'

It is also the moment to send Wang Ru the decisive ultimate signal representing 'execution of the final plan.'

Chen Wen closes his eyes and regulates his breath.

He adjusts his own condition to its best.

The heightened perception granted by Level 6 lets him clearly sense that at least three different energy fields exist in this chamber.

One is a faint 'Fortune Momentum' pulse from the floor above (Xijing being the capital of the Chen Dynasty, where Fortune Momentum gathers).

One is a gentle, steady energy radiation from the lamp's crystals.

Another is extremely subtle, emanating from the bronze token and the blue crystal chip, carrying a peculiar frequency that faintly resonates with the Light Curtain's rules.

He must precisely control his own power, coordinating with these fields, to accomplish this contact that crosses the Light Curtain and breaks through the encirclement.

Midnight arrives.

Chen Wen slowly opens his eyes.

His eyes are clear and lucid.

He first picks up the bronze token.

His fingers brush over the 'message' character pattern.

A trace of extremely fine, uniquely his own 'Fortune Momentum' force flows from his fingertips into it.

The token trembles slightly.

A barely visible layer of pale gold light rises on its surface.

The pattern seems to come alive, slowly wandering and combining on its own.

This is the 'Resonance Token.'

It forms a pair with the other child token held by Wang Ru.

Relying on the same-source materials fused during its forging and a special Fortune Momentum resonance principle, under specific conditions it can transmit an extremely simple preset 'state' message across vast distances, even the Light Curtain.

But it is extremely fragile.

Each use inflicts irreversible wear on the token itself.

Moreover, the transmitted information can be only one of several preset 'states.'

For example, 'safe,' 'danger,' 'execute Plan A,' 'execute Plan B,' and so on.

It cannot convey specific content.

Furthermore, once activated, whether successful or not, the mother-child token will be completely destroyed after its energy is exhausted.

This is a genuine, one-time ultimate means of contact.

Chen Wen focuses his spirit and quiets his breath.

He concentrates all his mind on resonating with the token.

In his mind, he visualizes the form and aura of the child token held by Wang Ru.

At the same time, slowly and steadily, he infuses the token with the specific mental imprint he wishes to send—the particular mental mark representing 'execution of the final plan.'

This process must not be rushed or agitated.

It demands absolute precision and stability.

Like walking on a steel wire in a gale.

A slight misstep may either cause resonance failure, damaging the token and severing contact entirely,

or cause an erroneous transmission leading to irreversible consequences.

Time passes minute by minute.

Chen Wen's forehead gradually beads with fine sweat.

The bronze token's light begins to flicker.

The internal pattern's wandering speed fluctuates between fast and slow.

It seems to struggle, contending with some intangible obstruction.

That is the natural repulsion of the Light Curtain's rules.

It is also interference caused by the difference in energy environments between the two worlds.

Chen Wen had to divert more of his mind and strength to stabilize, guide, and "smooth out" those disturbances.

The vast Lv. 6 power within his body was now used to the extreme, like the most precise instrument.

No one knew how long had passed.

Perhaps it was only an instant.

Perhaps it lasted as long as a quarter of an hour.

Hum!

The bronze token emitted an extremely faint vibration that seemed to resonate directly deep in the soul!

All the light suddenly converged.

The patterns stopped wandering and fixed into a brand‑new, intricate design.

Immediately.

Crack.

A barely audible cracking sound.

On the token's surface appeared a crack as fine as a hair.

Then came a second, a third…

The entire token, in Chen Wen's hand, silently turned into a small pile of gray‑white powder.

It trickled down from between his fingers.

Success.

The "status" information has been sent.

All that remains is to wait.

Waiting for Wang Ru to receive it there and activate the corresponding "energy beacon".

And praying that this fragile contact would not be detected by the Iron Crow Army or the Yuan forces.

Chen Wen slowly exhaled a turbid breath.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead.

His gaze fell upon the small clay jar.

The contact has been sent.

Next comes the more important "beacon" synchronization.

He carefully broke the wax seal on the clay jar.

Inside, there was no physical object.

But a clump of milky‑white mist that did not dissipate.

Within the mist, tiny gold‑and‑silver specks of light flickered.

This is "time‑sundial mist".

The Armory Institute crafts it from special minerals under a specific celestial alignment, allowing it to keep absolute time sync with another distant batch of the same "time‑sundial mist".

No matter how far apart, even in different worlds, as long as they are not completely isolated or destroyed, the time scales shown by the two mists remain perfectly identical.

The error will not exceed one‑tenth of a quarter.

This is the key to ensuring both sides can activate their respective devices at the exact same moment, down to the minute.

Chen Wen carefully observed the mist's form and the rhythm of the light specks' flicker.

After confirming it was stable and error‑free, he resealed the clay jar.

Finally.

His gaze fell upon the pale‑blue crystal chip.

This is a "position‑sensing crystal".

It can faintly sense the specific frequency of Fortune Momentum fluctuations released when Wang Ru, on the Luoyang side, activates the "energy beacon" device at the agreed time.

Although it cannot pinpoint precisely, it can roughly judge the direction and distance.

It serves as an important reference for assisting the "causality tether" in final calibration when the channel opens.

Chen Wen carefully inserted the crystal chip into the reserved slot inside the flat box.

The box gently closed.

It left only a tiny observation window through which one could see whether the chip lit up, and the strength and color of its glow when lit.

After doing all this.

Only then did Chen Wen truly relax.

He felt a strong wave of fatigue rise in his heart.

The earlier contact had consumed far more mental energy than a great battle.

He leaned back in the chair, breathing slightly.

Yet his gaze remained sharp.

He looked at the scattered ashes, the clay jar, and the box on the low table.

He silently calculated in his mind.

The contact has been sent.

The time‑sundial mist synchronization is normal.

Next, it is simply waiting until midnight tomorrow.

Waiting for that moment to arrive.

Meanwhile.

He also knew.

Wang Ru is over there in Luoyang.

At this moment, she is probably also experiencing tension and danger no less than his.

Can she safely receive the message from the Resonance Token?

Can she avoid the Yuan Army and possible Shade Shadow surveillance and activate the Energy Beacon?

Can she promptly deliver the message to Yue Fei, who is heavily besieged?

All of this.

All are unknowns.

All they can do.

They can only trust each other.

Trust that minuscule probability of success.

Then.

Bet everything.

…

At the same moment.

False Song world.

Inside Luoyang city.

In a remote, almost forgotten by war, abandoned dye workshop cellar.

Wang Ru sat cross-legged in the darkness.

Only in her hand was a bronze token almost identical to Chen Wen's, emitting a faint light.

She was also drenched in sweat.

Her face was pale.

Just now, the token suddenly vibrated and heated up, its surface patterns wildly changing.

She exerted all her strength, mobilizing all her cultivation and spirit, barely managing to receive and decipher that faint yet clear "status" information transmitted across endless time and space.

When the mark representing the "execution of the final plan" clearly appeared in her mind.

Even as calm as she was, her heart suddenly tightened.

It has come.

It has finally come.

The sovereign's decision.

It is also the last chance.

She carefully gathered the shattered remnants of the token, already cracked and about to break apart.

From close to her body, she took out a flat box similar to Chen Wen's, and a small hourglass.

The sand in the hourglass shimmered with the same gold‑silver gleam as the Sundial Mist.

She adjusted her internal biological clock according to the hourglass's flow rate.

She silently calculated the time.

Then.

Her gaze turned to the cellar corner.

There lay a long, oil‑cloth‑wrapped object.

Inside was the Energy Beacon device that needed to be activated at the appointed time.

And how to convey this information to Yue Fei, who should currently be supervising the battle at the North Gate Tower…

Wang Ru's eyes flashed with a cold, determined light.

She stood up.

She moved her slightly stiff limbs.

She silently merged into the deeper darkness of the cellar.

Like the most patient hunter.

Or…

The most dangerous messenger.

She began her role in this final operation.

A crucial link.

The night of Luoyang.

Still illuminated by the Yuan army's campfires, half light, half dark.

And a covert transmission concerning life and death.

Taking place in the gap between darkness and light.

Proceeding silently.