In the 61st year of the Star Dome Calendar, the haptic resonance instrument of the Forgefire Embryo Starship emitted a hum at the heart of the Milky Way Galaxy. The gear imprint on Chen Feng’s palm resonated strangely with the star clusters outside the viewport. One hundred billion stars were arranged in the hexagonal pattern of Old Zhou's Gear Mold, and on the surface of each star flowed faint blue Forging-Patterns, identical in origin to the Cold Pool Mineral Vein, as if the entire galaxy were a precision clockwork built by a master craftsman.
"Chen Feng! The heartbeat frequency of these stars," Su Yuhan’s voice trembled, "is in perfect alignment with the engagement frequency of Old Zhou's Gear Mold, with a margin of error no greater than 0.0001 Hertz." She zoomed in on the holographic screen, discovering that the nuclear fusion rhythm of each star corresponded precisely to the gear transmission diagrams hand-drawn by Old Zhou years ago. "This is not a natural phenomenon. Someone is using stars as gears to forge cosmic-scale machinery!"
A steady vibration wave from Liu Ruyan suddenly cut into their communications. A humanoid form made of starlight manifested within the ship, his body woven from stellar winds, a gear-shaped star core embedded in his chest that shared the same origin as the Forge-Fire Origin Sacred Scripture. "Outsiders, we are the Star-Pulse Weavers, guardians of the Milky Way Galaxy’s Forgefire Heartbeat." His gaze swept over the Father's Old Wrench in Ch…
Chapter 45