(And so)
"Approaching target area—Hangu Pass."
The crisp electronic voice echoed in the No. 92 Jingpeng Ship, with an elderly crew mber expressing his sentint:
"This was supposed to be the No. 93 Jingpeng Ship... For thousands of years, Jingpeng Ships have never crashed, serving as a crucial military deterrent for the Federation."
"But two months ago..." The crew mber shook his head.
The original No. 92 Jingpeng Ship crashed in the Golden Province, taken away by a mysterious entity.
It’s known that every Jingpeng Ship requires an enormous amount of manpower and resources, built upon the carcass of a Giant Whale Roc,
Each Jingpeng Ship is at least equivalent to a Venerate-level figure.
What if a Venerate personally piloted it?
Facing Great Power, it might be able to withstand a bit.
The importance of such an asset to the Federation goes without saying—yet recently, just like that, a ship was lost.
"Indeed."
A young girl from the Investigation Bureau shrugged:
"Originally, an Innate Realm was supposed to supervise the Jingpeng Ship this ti, precisely because of the last incident, it was changed to a Celestial Human to oversee personally."
After a pause, ng Xiaoshi gazed outside the panoramic projected pseudo porthole, staring at the incessant gray mist:
"Let’s hope everything goes smoothly this ti."
She was sowhat anxious.
Beside her, Zhao Shanhe strode over, his expression equally tinged with worry, sighing:
"This mission is rated as high-risk, with a predicted mortality rate exceeding 39%... You didn’t need to co."
"That’s not acceptable."
ng Xiaoshi shook her head:
"That great seal was lost in both yours and my hands, how could I let you bear the responsibility alone?"
For missions of such high-risk level, in theory, the two mbers of the seventh division of the Investigation Bureau didn’t need to participate.
But due to the loss of the Human Emperor’s Seal...
It counts as a form of alternative punishnt.
In fact, if it weren’t for offering a mysterious Token, the two might have been assigned to execute disaster-level missions—aning an average mortality rate of over 90%.
A ship crew approached at this mont:
"Kong Zhongshu has convened the action eting, you two."
ng Xiaoshi and Zhao Shanhe exchanged glances and, without hesitation, hurried to the operational eting center of the Jingpeng Ship.
Located at the throat of the giant beast, adjacent to the brain acting as the combat hub.
They entered the eting room.
"Is everyone here?"
The study-scented middle-aged man raspily spoke, silently scanning around the room before continuing in a slow, deliberate voice:
"The Hangu Pass incident is a special anomaly calculated by the Observatory."
Kong Zhongshu gestured, and under the holographic projection, a three-dinsional model of a Buddhist Temple appeared before everyone.
"According to the calculations by the Observatory, this Buddhist Temple has a 0.03% probability of involving Celestial Venerate-level matters, a very low chance, but indeed exists."
"The key point is..."
The middle-aged man’s voice suddenly sharpened:
"There is also over a 0.01% probability of involving a heavenly fate event... I won’t elaborate further."
The people in the eting room looked around in surprise, a heavenly fate event?
How does it sound even more serious than the Celestial Venerate Fruit Position??
ng Xiaoshi whispered internally, as a mber of the Investigation Bureau, she nominally has the right to interfere in all Investigation Bureau affairs,
understanding Divine Spirits quite well, naturally knowing the significance of the Celestial Venerate Fruit Position.
It represents the most powerful existence in this world—and might not even truly exist.
anwhile, after Kong Zhongshu explained the procedure of this mission in detail, he ordered others to leave,
but kept ng Xiaoshi behind.
"Co over." He said grumpily.
ng Xiaoshi shrank her head, trotted forward, smiling awkwardly:
"Uncle Kong..."
"Don’t call Uncle Kong!"
Kong Zhongshu glared:
"You know very well this is a high-risk action, why did you apply to participate?"
He looked like soone feeling regretful:
"If sothing happens to you, how can I explain to your father?"
ng Xiaoshi pursed her lips, remained silent.
The Confucius and ncius families, allies for generations, she had been watched over by this Uncle Kong since childhood.
Kong Zhongshu, seeing her stubborn look, felt a headache:
"You, you..."
ng Xiaoshi changed the subject:
"Uncle Kong, what is a heavenly fate event?"
Kong Zhongshu glared at her again:
"Why are you so curious about everything?"
After a mont, he still explained:
"The heavenly fate event stems from a very ancient prophecy, which says that in tis of great strife, those with heavenly fate will gradually return..."
"According to the Observatory’s deduction, the so-called Heavenly Destiny might have inseparable ties to the old era."
ng Xiaoshi raised her ears to listen:
"Involving the old world? It should be the highest level event, right? How co only you are here to oversee it?"
Kong Zhongshu gritted his teeth:
"Why, do you think your Uncle Kong is unqualified?"
"No, no!" ng Xiaoshi smiled awkwardly again.
Kong Zhongshu snorted coldly, then explained helplessly:
"Because recently, there have been too many potential heavenly fate events calculated by the Observatory, for example, the great opportunity shown by Celestial Secret in Chang’an Town."
"In the Observatory’s calculations, the probability of a heavenly fate event in Chang’an Town is as high as 10%!"
ng Xiaoshi was shocked, 10%??
Kong Zhongshu continued:
"Moreover, the Chang’an Town incident also has over a 30% probability of involving levels above the Celestial Venerate Fruit Position."
"The Federation’s attention is entirely focused there—yet truly high-ranking officials dare not take the risk personally."
"After all, the level above Celestial Venerate is sowhat beyond imagination, once truly involved, even the Speaker might face disaster."
ng Xiaoshi listened quietly, clicking her tongue.
"Alright, you should leave now."
Kong Zhongshu warned:
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