Chapter 677: Resonance Experiment

In the dark tent, Zhu Yue sat motionless.

His heartbeat was still rapid, but his brain had quickly cooled from the initial shock and switched to analysis mode.

What was that just now?

A regular, non-natural energy fluctuation?

Its frequency was special, its structure simple, carrying a kind of... almost mathematical rigor and beauty.

It wasn't like noise; it was more like a signal.

Extremely faint, but a signal with a clear purpose.

Who sent it?

What is its purpose?

Is it some inherent phenomenon of this world, or... a targeted transmission?

If it's the latter, is the target... me?

Zhu Yue immediately ruled out that possibility.

He was merely a refugee who had just crossed over, possessing nothing, unknown and unnoticed.

Even if this world truly had supernatural powers, there would be no reason to pay attention to such an insignificant individual as himself.

Then, could it be an accidental hit?

He just happened to be at this time and place, sensing a subtle ripple of some vast energy field?

Or perhaps the signal itself is broadcast in nature, covering a certain area, and he can perceive it because of... some special aspect of his consciousness?

A side effect of the crossing?

He could not be certain.

There was too little information.

Only a vague feeling, a brief contact.

But it was enough.

Enough to prove one thing: this world contains a "variable" that his existing knowledge system cannot explain.

An "unknown phenomenon" that needs to be observed, recorded, and analyzed.

Zhu Yue took a deep breath and slowly lay back down on his bedding.

He did not try to capture that signal again.

He knew that such a subtle fluctuation, given his current state and conditions, deliberately seeking it might yield nothing.

What he needed to do was prepare.

Prepare the tools for recording, prepare the methods for analysis, prepare so that when the next "anomaly" appears, he can capture more information.

First, he needed his own "observation system."

Not instruments; he currently cannot make any precision instruments.

But he can use the most primitive method—recording.

Record the time, his own condition, environmental characteristics, and any abnormal details he perceives.

He needs paper and pen.

That thought made him give a wry smile.

In a refugee camp where even food is scarce, paper and pen are absolute luxuries.

A substitute...

His gaze wandered in the darkness and finally fell on the pile of dry, withered grass in the corner of the tent used for kindling.

Grass stems.

And charcoal.

Use charcoal to record on the inner side of relatively broad, flat grass leaves or bark?

Worth a try.

He also needs a relatively safe, private place to store the records.

These thoughts quickly flowed and formed in his mind.

One problem after another arose, and solutions followed one after another.

This is his way of thinking: when faced with the unknown, first confirm its existence, then devise an observation plan, gradually collect data, build a model, and finally try to understand.

Fear and confusion were suppressed to the minimum.

In their place came an almost instinctive focus and excitement when confronting a new challenge.

This world, indeed, is not simple.

And figuring out why it is not simple might perhaps be the key to his survival in this era, and even to finding his way home.

He closed his eyes and began planning tomorrow's "work" in his mind.

Gather suitable recording media.

Attempt to make a more stable charcoal pencil.

Find a safe place to store records.

And... continue advancing the most immediate survival project—improving compost, attempting to produce a small plot of soil capable of growing things before spring.

Scientific observation and survival needs proceed in parallel.

Outside the tent, the cold wind still blew.

No one knew that, in this most humble corner, a soul from another world had just completed an observation of great significance to him.

And thereby, he initiated a systematic "inquiry" into this strange world.

And at the same time.

Several hundred li away, along the light curtain line, inside the main control station.

Zhao Lao Nian stared at the gradually fading pattern of light on the metal disc before him, slowly releasing the finger he had pressed onto it.

Transmission complete.

He said in a low voice.

Feedback from the three stations shows a signal synchronization rate of 99.3%, with fluctuation intensity strictly kept below the preset threshold.

Energy consumption……is within the expected range.

The assistant quickly reported all the readings.

Zhao Lao Nian nodded slightly, his face showing little expression.

Record all data, especially the instantaneous response data of the light curtain's fissure when the signal passes through.

For the next twelve hours, strengthen monitoring, watch for any abnormal energy feedback from the Huai Xi direction, or any unconventional activity in the Iron Crow Army's nether-energy network.

Understood.

The assistants began busily recording and operating the instruments.

Zhao Lao Nian walked to the edge of the station and gazed toward the deep night sky to the west.

He could see nothing.

The signal is intangible, the target far away beyond a thousand li.

He also didn't know whether this experiment would actually yield a 'result'.

He didn't even know whether the 'spark' that the sovereign wanted to probe could truly perceive a signal of this magnitude, almost like a whisper.

This is more like a probing stone thrown based on intuition and belief.

If successful, perhaps it could open a window.

If it fails, it will merely be a silent consumption of energy, leaving no trace.

Do what we can, then leave it to fate.

He muttered to himself, turned, and walked back inside the station.

He still had more practical work to do.

The improvement of the second-generation resonator, the maintenance of the station, and further deepening of the nether-energy model.

Regardless of whether that 'spark' responds, the prolonged confrontation between the Chen Dynasty and the Iron Crow Army will not cease.

They must prepare their own 'tools'.

The night darkness flows in silence.

The wilderness of Huai Xi, the secret chambers of Xijing, the stations along the light curtain line.

Three different points, because of a signal transmission so weak it almost didn't exist, have produced some kind of intangible, as-yet-unknown connection.

Zhu Yue was planning his observation.

Zhao Lao Nian was evaluating the data.

Chen Wen, meanwhile, stood alone on a high place in Huangcheng, his gaze seeming to pierce layer after layer of nightfall, landing on a distant direction.

He did not use the system to sense.

At this moment, 'observation' requires silence.

He is waiting.

Waiting for time to give an answer.

Waiting for that cluster of 'spark', after receiving this wisp of 'breeze' from an alien world, to sway what kind of light trace.

Will it continue to burn on its own?

Or… will it turn toward the direction from which the wind comes?

He does not know.

But he has patience.

More than a hundred years of time have already taught him that some things cannot be rushed.

Especially when facing a 'variable' that could change the future landscape.

All the more requiring caution, again caution.

The first ray of dawn light quietly climbed the eastern horizon.

A new day is about to begin.

And some subtle changes may have already occurred silently in unknown corners.