In the year 60 of the Star Dome Calendar, the crack-jump engine of the Forgefire Embryo Starship suddenly died at the edge of the Triangulum Galaxy. The Ancestral Forge Hammer in Chen Feng’s hand hit the deck with a clang, the metallic sound sending ripples through the absolute silence. Outside the porthole, the Forge region known as the "Silent Forge" seemed to have been paused; starlight froze into amber, and even the starship’s quantum ghost form manifested a rare, solidified frost.
"Chen Feng! All energy frequencies have dropped to zero," Su Yuhan’s fingertips tapped soundlessly against the holographic keyboard. Her lip-reading revealed her terror. "Even brainwave resonance is being blocked. This is the 'Silent Forge' of the Primal Artisan!" On the monitoring screen, the points of light representing various civilizations were losing their color, leaving only the coordinates of the Earth Cold Pool, where a faint gear-vibration frequency still pulsed.
Liu Ruyan’s communication had failed completely; her holographic projection was frozen in a moment of silent shouting. Chen Feng stared at the Star-String Armor necklace around her neck, suddenly recalling his father’s words: "Absolute silence is not emptiness; it is the most authentic heartbeat of the forge fire." The Star-String Armor automatically dimmed, taking on the texture of the leather apron Old Zhou used to wear while forging. On the surface of the armor, a molecular structural map of the Cold Pool as it froze emer…
Chapter 44