547: Chapter 516: Supernova Eruption (3/3) 547: Chapter 516: Supernova Eruption (3/3) The Solitary Mountain eting was undoubtedly the biggest event in the Imperial Capital in recent years—although Ian had not attended the entire eting, everything from the hijacking of the train by the Fiery Fla Land bandits to Michael, who had just co to have a heart-to-heart talk with him, revolved around the conference.
The reason why the second Prince appeared so lancholic was definitely due to the stimulus he received at the Solitary Mountain eting.
The question was, what exactly was that stimulus.
“Of course, it’s the disaster,” Ian heard Mo Feng say sowhat indifferently, “The Huai Guang Church and the Grand Prophet of the Hall of Ten Thousand Spirits told us that within ten years—at most twenty years, there will be an unprecedented ga-disaster capable of destroying all of Terra.”
“That disaster will sweep across the entire Terra Continent, and none of us will be spared.”
Although the subject was very serious, when spoken by the Fae…
it seed sowhat…
hard to respond to.
“Uh…”
Ian fell silent for a while, his brows furrowed tightly, then he said, “What exactly is this disaster?
And is there any way to solve it?”
At this mont, his heart tightened—the destruction from the stars that Inega II had always been wary of, could it be referring to this?
If there were only less than twenty years left, even if he “cheated,” he might not have enough ti…
“Don’t worry too much, Ian.”
At this mont, while feeding grapes to the Frost Butterfly and having the Little Fairy eat grapes with a small spoon as if they were waterlons, Hua’an spoke up to comfort him: “This ti, according to the Huai Guang Church’s context, it’s rely the destruction of the Terra Continent…
After that, there are three more levels: ‘destruction of Terra’s surface,’ ‘destruction of Terra Planet,’ and ‘destruction of Terra Starfield.’
“Only that last one might be sothing that we all cannot handle, but with so effort, we can get through the earlier ones—the disasters that could ‘destroy Terra Planet’ are recorded in the Fairy Holand, and we’ve survived them more than a dozen tis!”
“?”
More than a dozen tis?
What kind of joke is that…
Wait, if it’s Terra, then it doesn’t seem so outrageous…
Ian began to feel that everybody’s nonchalance towards the “world-destroying disaster” ntioned by the Huai Guang Church wasn’t such a strange thing after all.
Look, they even graded the warnings from the Huai Guang Church, and they did it quite reasonably.
“However.”
As the conversation reached this point, Hua’an, still eating her grape-waterlon, furrowed her brows slightly, she reached out to poke Mo Feng’s purple ink-like hair beside her, staining her fingertips with color: “Mo Feng, should you be telling us this?”
“Shouldn’t I?”
Mo Feng also ate grapes, looking a bit puzzled: “They only said not to make it public—since we’re chatting privately, it shouldn’t count as making it public, right?”
“Oh.” Hua’an was relieved upon hearing this: “Then there’s no problem.
Everyone present is one of us, so it doesn’t count as making it public.”
No problem my foot, this is clearly a confidential ssage, alright!
Ian really wanted to complain in his mind, but since he was the beneficiary, he did not say more.
Right then, the Frost Butterfly brought over a grape, and Ian ate it with so surprise, then sincerely patted the Frost Butterfly’s head with a smile: “Good girl, you even rember ~”
Frost Butterfly: (0v0)
Compared to the Fae, humans are like crude machines with excessive consumption—for Fae, a bunch of grapes is equivalent to more than a dozen waterlons, and even for creatures like Fae that don’t have ‘satiation,’ it’s enough to comfortably eat all afternoon.
However, a human can finish them in just five minutes.
Of course, Ian wouldn’t be such a killjoy as to eat that many grapes.
Seeing that Mo Feng was in a good mood, he seized the opportunity to ask this purple-haired Fairy Miss about the true nature of the ‘Great Disaster.’
“Actually, no one is very clear—The Grand Prophet of the Hall of Ten Thousand Spirits can only predict the connections between future events.”
To this, Mo Feng honestly replied, “We only know that the reason why the previous era’s civilization built the Imperial Capital…
or rather, the ‘Central Planetary Shield Generator,’ was to deal with this calamity.”
“However, before that, they were destroyed by the Calamity of Heavenly Fall.
Fortunately, the Imperial Capital was restored by the Setar Empire, and by treating it as the Imperial Capital, gradually all its functions were recovered, which was the silver lining in misfortune.”
“As for what the disaster actually is…”
The Fairy Miss pondered for a mont, then used a poetic description, “It’s a light that cuts through the darkness, illuminating the pitch-black sky.”
“A light that will bring eternal day, but also destruction and extinction.”
“The Grand Prophet prophesied so, saying it was but a negligible flicker among the myriad stars that had already vanished in the heavens.
Yet even so, it is the most brilliantly burning cinder light…”
“That is the very essence of disaster, a flash capable of obliterating the world.”
——It’s a supernova eruption…
In Mo Feng’s indifferent narration, Ian’s body stiffened in place.
He understood the true aning behind the Grand Prophet’s cryptic prophecy, which is why he found it so inconceivable.
——This is clearly the radiant shock from a supernova eruption…
But how far away is it?
If it’s thousands of light-years away, the aftermath of a supernova would obviously not harm a continent on a planet; at most, it would illuminate the night sky.
If it’s several hundred or just a few light-years away, a collapse of a nearby star, or a white dwarf collapse, if its mass is not large, then perhaps it’s fine, it wouldn’t count as a supernova.
But if the mass is large enough…
That would be a genuinely destructive supernova eruption.
“The previous epoch’s civilization must have foreseen this…
no matter how they knew…
which is why they would build a Planetary Shield Generator of the size of the Imperial Capital!”
“The Imperial Capital itself is insignificant compared to the planet, but the positional shield it can provide might be specifically designed for protection against gamma rays!”
Ian’s expression did not change at this mont, but his thoughts were racing: “Looking at the situation, it doesn’t seem too critical, the major powers are negotiating, Strong Beings of the Fifth Power Level are taking action, paired with the Imperial Capital, protecting Terra should indeed be no problem…
also no wonder Michael isn’t too worried, just a bit anxious from facing the disaster first-hand, because there’s plenty of ti to prepare before the disaster arrives, but this is his first ti encountering a ‘heavenly calamity’.”
Prophets, those who possess the knowledge of future information, truly have an innate advantage in preventing catastrophic disasters, as they can always find a way to successfully resist destructions deed theoretically unavoidable.
Whether it’s prophets from other organizations or Ian himself, one day they will encounter it— they will all prophesy the end they will co to see.
Then, they will do everything in their power to prevent it from happening.
Ian had already seen it, and he was on the journey to prevent that scene from occurring.
And now, it was ti for other prophets to exert their own power.
“Sigh.”
Thinking of this, Ian couldn’t help but flip open the book in his hands, calming his thoughts by reading the text: “But the problem is.”
“A supernova eruption implies there is a star in the sky— and the stars visible from Terra are few.
Which one is about to erupt?
Could this also be an opportunity…
an opportunity to understand why all the stars in the sky went out?”
The stars had long been extinguished, and the eruption was naturally an event from hundreds of years ago.
From this, could so deductions be made?
Furthermore, the sun of Terra World is different; it is the source of Origin Quality…
the supernova eruption of this Otherworld, even from this other universe, is a huge mystery, just like on Earth.
Their eruption, what kind of interference it will bring, what kind of destruction, is truly an unknown.
With such contemplation, Ian kept on reading in silence, not joining the conversation of the Fae on the other side.
Until suddenly, Mo Feng spoke up, extending an invitation to Ian, who had been quietly reading all along.
“Ian.”
The Fairy Miss said cheerfully with a gentle voice, “It’s clear to see, you really love reading books!”
“If that’s the case, let’s go to the Imperial Capital Royal Library for our afternoon activity!
I’ll recomnd you a few good books!”
“Ah?
Um, sure!”
Mo Feng’s invitation pulled Ian out of his rumination and reading.
He lifted his head and looked sowhat blankly at the Fairy Misses who seed to have co to an agreent— the grapes on the table had all been eaten, everyone exuded the rich scent of grape juice…
Hmm, it must be a post-al digestion walk, or perhaps a flavor-dissipating stroll.
Sighing inwardly, Ian knew that his current thinking was sowhat self-troubling.
Whether the future calamity would be a supernova eruption, and if so, how to prevent it…
Such things were too heavy and futile to think about for him at the mont, better to go to the library and read so books.
So the young man closed his book and nodded with a smile: “Nothing could be better.”
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