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Seeing these words
Hong Qitian instantly understood why his father was so angry.

It even reached the point of losing control.

Fire Seed Project
The significance of proposing such a plan at this critical juncture, with the final battle fast approaching, is self-evident.

Some people have already begun to plan for "failure," and are willing to sacrifice the vast majority of people in exchange for the survival of a very small minority.

This is tantamount to personally instilling in the entire military and civilian population the belief that they must fight to the death before the war even begins.

A bloody gash was torn open.

However, it is rare
He is known for his fiery temper and tough style.

Hong Qitian was even more radical than the old man in some aspects.

Make sure you read the file title carefully.

However, his face did not immediately show the same furious anger as Hong Qitian's.

Hong Qitian's gaze lingered on the document for a good ten seconds.

Hong Qitian, overwhelmed with emotion, sat heavily back down on the sofa, panting.

Hong Qitian then made a move.

He did not look at his enraged father again.

He simply walked forward silently, bent down, and stretched out his hands.

He firmly supported Gu Hanpeng's arms.

Gu Hanpeng instinctively wanted to struggle, to continue kneeling, to express his "sincerity" or "apology," but in front of Hong Qitian...

His strength seems a bit lacking.

Hong Qitian remained silent, then, with an almost forceful manner, helped Gu Hanpeng up from the ground, before pointing to another sofa next to him.

Gu Hanpeng looked somewhat bewildered, yet also filled with a hint of anticipation.

He glanced at Hong Qitian, whose expression was frighteningly calm, and then at Hong Qitian, who was panting with his eyes closed.

In the end, she did as she was told and sat down on the sofa, albeit somewhat unsteadily, but her posture remained stiff, with half of her buttocks touching the side, like a child who had done something wrong.

Hong Qitian then walked over and sat down on the single sofa next to his father.

For a while.

A deathly silence fell over the office.

Only Hong Qitian's heavy breathing could be heard.

And the old pendulum clock hanging on the wall ticked away.

Gu Hanpeng lowered his head, his hands nervously rubbing together, his palms covered in cold sweat.

He had anticipated countless possibilities, and Old Master Hong's angry outburst and even physical attack were all within his expectations.

But Hong Qitian's eerie calmness was unsettling.

Instead, it stirred a sense of unease within him.

Just when he thought Hong Qitian would be like the old man.
Even when he was completely branded a traitor.

Hong Qitian suddenly spoke up.

He didn't look at Gu Hanpeng, but instead turned his gaze to his father beside him, whose eyes were still closed but whose breathing had calmed down slightly:

"Old man."

Upon hearing this opening...

Hong Qitian's arm, which was supporting his forehead, twitched slightly.

Those bloodshot eyes snapped open and turned sharply toward Hong Qitian.

Knowing son Moruo father.

The meaning behind Hong Qitian's tone and opening remarks was almost self-evident.

His son, very likely.
They support Gu Hanpeng's side, or rather, they support the concept of the "Spark Project".

Just as the old man had predicted.

Hong Qitian met his father's fiery gaze without flinching, and spoke softly in a calm, almost indifferent tone:

"I think this plan is necessary."

"you!"

Hong Qitian's chest heaved violently, a surge of anger rising in his throat.

It looks like it's about to erupt again.

But Hong Qitian suddenly stood up.

This action interrupted the old man's impending angry rebuke.

Hong Qitian walked around the coffee table to the document titled "Human Fire Seed" that had been thrown on the ground, and bent down slightly again.

He picked up the documents with unhurried movements.

He stretched out his broad palm and gently patted away the dust that had settled on the document cover.

Then, with a calm expression, he opened the document and stood there, carefully browsing through it page by page.

The atmosphere inside the office.

Silence fell again.

The only sound was the rustling of Hong Qitian turning the pages.

Seeing Hong Qitian's actions, Gu Hanpeng's heart, which had sunk to the bottom, couldn't help but stir again, and a glimmer of hope appeared.

Seeing Hong Qitian calmly peruse his work, he assumed that the other party agreed with his ideas and was seriously assessing the feasibility of the plan.

He couldn't help but cautiously and anxiously explain from the side, trying to strengthen his persuasiveness:
"General Qi Tian Hong! You know our current situation, right? Right now, that one is still sealed in the Heavenly Rift and hasn't come out yet. Most of the truly top-tier ancient beings on the Fate Ghost side haven't fully mobilized yet. Just the current offensive is almost too much for us to handle. The casualty figures are breaking records every day."

"I'm not trying to desert, nor am I trying to escape reality!"

"But for the future of our human race, the Fire Seed Project is an essential part! This way, even if we lose on the front lines and are completely wiped out, at least a glimmer of hope, a seed, will be preserved!"

"In the future, perhaps ten, a hundred, or a thousand years from now, they will still have the opportunity to return to this world and rebuild our civilization! Don't you agree?!"

However, Hong Qitian seemed not to have heard him at all.

His entire attention was focused on the documents in his hands.

His gaze swept quickly across the numbers, the rigorous analysis, the evacuation plan, and the criteria for selecting the "spark."
He flipped through the pages one by one, his face expressionless.

There was neither agreement nor opposition.

Until he closed the last page.

It made a soft "snap" sound.

He still didn't glance at Gu Hanpeng. Instead, he held the document, tilted his head slightly, and stared at a point in the void for about ten seconds, pondering.

Then he turned around.

Looking at the old man on the sofa who was staring intently at him, he said in a tone as if stating a fact:
"I think Dad's plan is really necessary."

After saying that, before Hong Qitian could unleash his pent-up anger again...

Hong Qitian suddenly let out a soft, ambiguous laugh.

The laughter was very soft.

It seemed particularly out of place in the oppressive room.

For the first time, he finally did.

He then turned his gaze to the anxious Gu Hanpeng and asked:

"But Elder Gu, what are you thinking about taking human elites away like this?!"

As he spoke, Hong Qitian flicked his wrist.

He lightly tossed the document, which he had carefully wiped clean, back onto the ground in front of Gu Hanpeng.

He then sat back down in the chair next to Hong Qitian.

He leaned back slightly, looking calmly at Gu Hanpeng.

Upon hearing his son's words, Hong Qitian's anger, which was about to erupt, paused slightly. He glanced at Hong Qitian with some surprise, as if he had sensed something different.

He snorted coldly and didn't say anything more. He just crossed his arms and looked at Gu Hanpeng with a dark face.

I want to hear what other nonsense he has to spout.

Gu Hanpeng was taken aback by Hong Qitian's sudden question and subconsciously replied, "What are you thinking? Of course, it's to preserve the most essential part of civilization and ensure the quality and continuity of the flame!"

"These elites, including top scientists, outstanding martial arts talents, cult members with special abilities, and exceptional administrators, represent the highest wisdom, strongest potential, and best genes of our civilization."

"You actually believe in that 'like begets like' theory? Dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes, and rats' sons know how to dig holes!?"

Hong Qitian suddenly interrupted him, his tone still indifferent.

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These words exploded in Gu Hanpeng's mind.

He opened his mouth, and what followed was a long-prepared discourse on the criteria for selecting elites.

He was instantly choked up, unable to utter a single word.

He stared blankly at Hong Qitian.

She then subconsciously glanced at Hong Qitian, who was standing next to her with his arms crossed and a dark complexion.

Dragons beget dragons, and worms beget worms?
If one truly believes in this theory of bloodline and birth, then this father and son are the biggest paradox of this theory.

An old farmer whose ancestors had been poor peasants for three generations, who couldn't even get enough to eat in the old days.

He brought along his son, who had also grown up playing in the mud.

With sheer grit and unwavering determination, he fought his way through the era of spiritual energy resurgence, eventually becoming the strongest warrior who supported the backbone of the entire Federation and stood at the pinnacle of power!

What kind of dragon is this?

More like a loach!

Yet it was this very mudfish that made the Federation's two strongest individuals.

This completely shatters the so-called theory that dragons beget dragons.

Gu Hanpeng's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, his lips trembling as he tried to refute, but he found that any words he uttered seemed so pale and powerless in the face of the living example of the Hong family father and son.

He murmured to himself, then could only lower his head in despair, unable to utter another word.

Seeing this, Hong Qitian stopped pressuring him.

Instead, he turned to look at Hong Qitian again and asked in a serious tone:
"Dad, do you really think this plan has absolutely no reason to exist?"

Upon hearing his son's question, Hong Qitian's face darkened even further, turning as black as the bottom of a pot.

The muscles in his cheeks twitched a few times.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, those words got stuck in his throat and he didn't say them.

The old man simply sighed softly.

Then he turned his head to the side, no longer looking at his son or the documents on the ground, and remained silent.

This silence itself is an answer.

Hong Qitian is the spiritual symbol of the human race and the sharpest blade charging at the forefront, but he was also one of the former high-ranking officials of the Federation.

He understands better than anyone the utter despair humanity is currently facing.

That army of Fate Demons, numbering a staggering 130 million and still growing, that unfathomable depth of Fate Demon resources, that Heavenly Rift hanging overhead, ready to reopen at any moment...
From a purely rational perspective, solely for the continuation of civilization, this is the "Human Spark" project.

in fact
They really do have a damn reason to exist.

However, the necessity of this made him blush a little.

Or rather, the shame of not being able to do certain things.

Therefore, he couldn't bring himself to admit it.

But we can no longer completely deny it as we did before.

Because the current nominal supreme leader of the Federation is not Hong Qitian, but his son, Hong Qitian.

He can vent his anger in private, expressing his personal rage and disapproval.

But the final decision rests with the government.

In Hong Qitian's hands.

Seeing Hong Qitian's seemingly supportive but actually questioning and guiding actions, Hong Qitian gradually calmed down.
We had to start thinking about the "possibility" of this plan.

Deep down, he had to admit that this plan was indeed necessary to implement.

Seeing that his father remained silent, Hong Qitian did not press him further.

He understands his father.

This silence already speaks volumes.

So Hong Qitian stood up again, turned around and walked to the French windows.

Outside the window, the setting sun was slowly sinking into the inky sea, dyeing the sky and ocean a poignant blood red.

Along the Great Wall, lights illuminate one after another, like a lurking dragon.

Hong Qitian had his back to the two people in the room.

Looking at the last rays of sunlight about to be swallowed by darkness, he said:
"The decisive battle is imminent, and there's not much time left."

"Let's start implementing this plan tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Gu Hanpeng's eyes instantly lit up with joy.

But before he could fully relax...

Hong Qitian then spoke again:
"but."

These two words were like a bucket of ice water, poured over Gu Hanpeng's heart, which had just begun to burn with passion.

Hong Qitian slowly turned around, backlit, his face hidden in shadow, only his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"If anyone were to lead this plan or designate the quotas, it would be the greatest injustice to the millions of compatriots back home who are prepared to die with us."

Do you understand!?

Gu Hanpeng trembled at these words, and the joy on his face vanished instantly.

He nodded with difficulty and whispered, "I understand."

Seeing this, Hong Qitian nodded slightly and continued:
"Yes. In that case, no one can pre-select the spots for this plan, and no family can have special privileges."

His tone was firm.

"Let's draw lots. For all registered federal citizens in the rear, regardless of their origin, social status, or talent, let's conduct a completely random, open, and transparent lottery."

"Whether to live or die, to stay or leave, is up to God to decide."

He turned his gaze to Gu Hanpeng with a scrutinizing look: "As for the plan itself, the modification of the starship, the selection and construction of the hidden base, and the maintenance of the life support system, these specific technical and implementation tasks will be fully handled by you and Deep Blue Heavy Industries."

“Your Gu family has a deep foundation in this area. I want you to use all your resources to ensure that this Spark Ark can survive as long as possible.”

Upon hearing this, Gu Hanpeng nodded vigorously, "Yes! Yes! General Hong! Our Gu family will do everything in our power! At all costs!"

Hong Qitian looked at him and added one last sentence.

"In return, and as a reward for proposing and taking charge of this plan, I'm giving you a spot. You, or someone you designate, can board the ship directly without drawing lots. Are you willing?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Hanpeng responded almost without hesitation, shouting, "I'm willing! I'm willing!! Thank you, General Hong!!"

"Go. Start preparations immediately. Time is running out."

Hong Qitian waved his hand, his tone tinged with weariness.

Gu Hanpeng felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He quickly picked up the document from the ground and bowed deeply to Hong Qitian and Hong Qitian.

He then quickly left the office.

The heavy, soundproof door closed again.

Only Hong Qitian and his son Hong Qitian remained in the room.

Hong Qitian did not immediately return to his desk. Instead, he stood by the window, gazing at the completely descending night and the endless lights on the Great Wall.

Hong Qitian closed his eyes again, leaned back on the sofa, his chest rising and falling slightly, and remained silent for a long time.

The room was deathly silent.

Hong Qitian silently walked behind his desk, sat down, picked up a document awaiting review, and began working.

Time passed by minute by minute.

After a while.

Hong Qitian finally opened his eyes again.

He didn't look at Hong Qitian, but stared at the cold light on the ceiling, and said slowly in an unusually calm tone:
"I want a spot too."

".?!"

These words startled Hong Qitian, who was engrossed in handling his affairs.

He suddenly looked up, his face filled with disbelief and blank stare.

For a moment, he even doubted whether he had misheard. He stared at his father with his mouth agape, not knowing what to say.

My own dad wants a spot too!?
This is a million times more outrageous than the sun rising in the west!
If we were to ask who in the entire Federation is least concerned with life and death, who is most likely to choose to live and die with their position, and who despises desertion the most.
Anyone could be swayed.

But absolutely, absolutely not, it couldn't be my own stubborn, headstrong old man who's been so inflexible his whole life.

So now, hearing Hong Qitian personally say that he wanted a spot...

Hong Qitian was completely stunned.

However, after a brief moment of shock and disbelief...

A wave of indescribable bitterness and complex emotions welled up in Hong Qitian's heart.

He looked at his father's aged profile, covered with wrinkles and age spots.

He thought to himself, "Yes, Dad is getting old and tired after all."
Perhaps he also wanted to preserve a branch of the Hong family?

After all, the Hong family had only one son in his generation.

Thinking about this, Hong Qitian was still filled with a sense of absurdity.

But without any hesitation, he immediately nodded and said in a slightly hoarse voice:
".good."

He agreed readily.

She had even begun to quickly think in her mind how to add her father's name to the pre-selected list without causing huge controversy.

However, the moment he agreed...

Hong Qitian, his face dark, suddenly stood up from the sofa and strode to his desk.

Without saying a word, he raised his hand and delivered a solid slap to Hong Qitian's head.

"Boom!"

"You little punk, you're dreaming!"

Hong Qitian, his beard bristling and eyes wide, roared, "You think I'm going to desert and run away with my tail between my legs?!"

Hong Qitian was stunned by the sudden knock. He covered his forehead and stared blankly at his father, whose anger had been reignited. He didn't react for a moment: "What are you doing?"

Hong Qitian snorted heavily and ignored him.

Instead, she walked to the window again and whispered:

"Given that kid's personality, he'll definitely be blinded by rage in this final battle, ready to fight those damned brats to the death, showing no fear of dying."

Hong Qitian did not explicitly state who the kid was.

But Hong Qitian immediately understood that it referred to Fang Qingyu.

"But speaking of the future, if we really lose and this land is completely destroyed, who can lead the remaining people back to fight back? Who is most likely to create a miracle?"

Hong Qitian's voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself, "After thinking it over and over, he is the most likely candidate."

He paused, then finally revealed his true purpose:
"So we have to reserve one spot for that kid in this program."

Upon hearing this, Hong Qitian understood.

But soon, a bitter smile appeared on Hong Qitian's face. He lowered his hand from his forehead, looked helplessly at his father's back, and said:

“You’re absolutely right, Dad.”

"But you yourself said that with that kid's personality, once he gets stubborn, not even ten oxen could pull him back. Are you sure that someone can stop him, knock him unconscious, stuff him into the Ark, and take him away?!"

"Moreover, once he emerges from that primordial martial arts barrier, no one knows how much his strength will have increased."

"I'm afraid that by then, no one in the Federation will be able to stop him. If he wants to die in battle, no one can force him to live."

Hear this.

Hong Qitian fell silent.

His broad back appeared somewhat hunched under the light.

Hong Qitian's words make a lot of sense, and it is an unavoidable reality.

Given Fang Qingyu's unyielding nature, as well as his terrifying strength and growth rate, he reached the final moment.
If he himself is unwilling.

Who can force him to leave the battlefield?

Who can put him on that path to survival?

Hong Qitian closed his eyes and sighed helplessly.

Hong Qitian also fell silent.

Hope and despair.

Upholding tradition and passing it on, the individual's will and the continuation of civilization.
All of this has intertwined into an inextricable tangled mess.

In this silence.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a gentle knock on the office door.

Immediately afterwards, a clear, cold female voice rang out from outside the door:

"Grandpa, it's me, Jiang Wei."

Hear this sound.

Inside the office, Hong Qitian, who had been sighing with his eyes closed, and Hong Qitian, who looked helpless, opened their eyes almost simultaneously.

The two instinctively looked at each other.

It has to be that final, unavoidable moment.

If there is anyone in this world who could persuade Fang Qingyu, or who has the ability to force Fang Qingyu to make the choice to "leave".

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She's the only one left. (End of Chapter)