I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

The ancient riverbed excavation site, noon.

Although the sun was shining brightly overhead, the atmosphere around the excavation pit was as cold as an icebox.

"stop!"

A sharp shout interrupted everyone's actions. Zhang, the technician in charge of operating the ground-penetrating radar (GPR), abruptly ripped off his headphones, staring at the screen with a deathly pale face.

"What's wrong? Did you find something?" Zhao Feng strode forward, his hand instinctively resting on his holster.

"It's not that we dug it up..." Xiao Zhang swallowed hard, his fingers trembling as he slid across the touchscreen. "It's...it's disappeared."

"Explain yourself clearly."

"Captain, look." Xiao Zhang pointed to the radar image. The screen had originally displayed a clear diagram of the underground rock strata—permafrost, gravel, and bedrock.

However, at a depth of 1.5 meters, a strange "hole" appeared in the image.

That wasn't white representing an empty cavity, but rather a pure black mass without any echo.

"Ground-penetrating radar detects underground objects by emitting high-frequency electromagnetic waves. If there's metal, the waves will reflect most strongly; if there's a cavity, the waves will scatter." Xiao Zhang's voice carried a hint of inexplicable panic. "But this thing... it neither reflects nor scatters. It's like a black hole, 'eating up' all the radar waves."

Old Qian leaned closer, pushed up his reading glasses, and frowned deeply: "Completely wave-absorbing material? That's impossible. Even the most advanced stealth coating in the world would have failed after being buried in the ground for so long."

"Keep digging," Zhao Feng decided immediately. "Switch to manual digging, and be gentle. All machinery, retreat fifty meters."

More than a dozen special forces soldiers put on entrenching tools and began to carefully peel away the strange layer of frozen soil.

Just then, fog rolled in.

The fog rose without warning. It didn't fall from the sky, nor did it blow from the mountain pass; rather, it seemed to "seep" out from every crack in the soil.

In just half a minute, the once clear view became blurry.

But this fog was strange. It wasn't moist; instead, it carried a dry, electrically charged feeling. The team members' hair stood on end, and the air was filled with the smell of ozone.

"Communication interrupted!"

The communications officer suddenly shouted, "Captain, the satellite phone has no signal! The drone's image transmission is also down!"

Zhao Feng's expression changed, and he immediately looked at the military terminal in his hand. The screen displayed unsettling static.

"Full-band interference?" Zhao Feng's heart sank. This was the heart of Kunlun, and there was no one else here. Who was interfering?

"No, it's not interference."

A nearby expert from the Institute of Physics, Chinese Academy of Sciences, was holding a portable spectrum analyzer, staring intently at the fluctuating curves on it, his eyes burning with the same fervor as if he were looking at a stunningly beautiful woman.

"This is not interference noise...this is a frequency band we have never recorded before."

The expert said, almost as if in a trance:

"Regular radio waves are transverse waves. But this wave... it's spiral-shaped. It's constantly folding and entangled itself. It's like... like some kind of 'living' energy breathing."

"breathe".

The word appeared again.

From the "Heartbeat of the Stars" observed at the observatory last night to the "Energy Breathing" underground right now.

All the clues pointed to the object that was about to be unearthed.

"We found it!"

A gasp came from the bottom of the pit.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

Ignoring the radiation risks, Zhao Feng jumped directly into the pit. Old Qian followed closely behind.

A bronze box, about thirty centimeters long, lay quietly in the carefully cleared topsoil.

It is not glamorous.

On the contrary, it was covered in scars. Thick red spots and green rust resembled a layer of hard armor, encasing its body. The sense of vicissitude accumulated over the years could not be faked by modern technology—at least in the eyes of an old expert like Mr. Qian, who had been studying cultural relics for fifty years, this was a genuine artifact that looked two thousand years old at a glance.

But what's most unsettling isn't the box itself.

It was the layer of "fog" that was it.

At this moment, everyone was horrified to discover that the strange static electricity mist that had just permeated the entire valley was rapidly receding.

As if they were sentient, they converged towards the bottom of the pit at a visible speed, and finally all of them squeezed into the bronze box!

hum-

A very low hum suddenly rang in everyone's ears.

It's not hearing, it's bone conduction.

It was as if something was violently tugging at everyone's nerves.

All electronic devices went black in that instant.

Then, in the next second, it automatically restarts.

The wind stopped. The fog dissipated.

Only the bronze box lay quietly in the soil, as if everything that had just happened was a hallucination.

"this……"

Old Qian reached out his hand, trembling, wanting to touch the box, but Zhao Feng stopped him.

"Don't move! Check the radiation first!"

The technician carefully approached with the Geiger counter.

"Drip... drip... drip..."

The counter made a smooth, rhythmic sound.

"Report: Radiation levels are normal. In fact... even lower than background radiation." The technician looked bewildered. "It seems there's a radiation vacuum around this thing."

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, put on his chemical protective gloves, and personally bent down to pick up the bronze box.

Shen.

It's very heavy.

It doesn't look like an empty box; it looks like it's filled with mercury.

The instant Zhao Feng's fingers touched the bottom of the box, he felt a faint warmth flow from his fingertips throughout his body. It was an indescribable feeling of comfort, like an enhanced version of the sensation he had just experienced when breathing in "oxygen-rich air."

"Captain..." The physicist next to him swallowed hard, pointing to the spectrum analyzer's screen that had just been restored, "That unknown spiral band... its source is the box in your hand."

"Moreover, its frequency has changed."

"How has it changed?"

The physicist looked up, his eyes filled with a deep sense of fear and awe:

"Its current frequency is completely synchronized with the brainwaves of humans during deep sleep."

The scene was deathly silent.

A bronze lump buried underground for at least two thousand years is emitting signals similar to human brain sleep waves.

If this is ancient technology, then what is modern science?

If this isn't human technology, then where did it come from?

Pack it immediately.

Zhao Feng's voice broke the silence. Although he was calm, only he knew that his palms were covered in cold sweat.

"Place it in the highest level of shielding. Helicopter ready, full speed ahead back to base."

"Mr. Qian, this vehicle cannot be driven here. It's too dangerous."

At this moment, Mr. Qian was no longer weak from altitude sickness. He stared intently at the box, his eyes burning with a flame called the thirst for knowledge.

"Alright, back to base. I want to personally oversee the unpacking."

……

The snow-capped peak a few kilometers away.

As Gu Qing watched the helicopter take off and disappear into the distance, a series of pleasant notifications popped up on the system panel in front of him.

[Ding! The key item "Seed Forgotten by Time" has been captured by the official team.]

[Script milestone achieved: The scientific puzzle.]

[Gained Faith Points: +30.]

Current credit balance: 52 points.

"very good."

Gu Qing patted the snowflakes off her clothes.

The so-called "spiral waveband" and "wave absorption effect" were actually just a combination of a "designated area magnetic field disorder" that he exchanged for 8 points of faith power, plus the weak spiritual energy reaction that the seed itself possessed.

He doesn't need to explain the principles.

If a phenomenon is unusual enough, scientists will naturally come up with a groundbreaking theory for him.

"From now on, the stage will be temporarily handed over to the laboratory."

Gu Qing turned around and walked deeper into the mountains.

"But before they come to a conclusion, I need to meet the 'indigenous people' in these mountains and add more eyewitness testimony to the world."

"After all, official evidence alone is not enough; folk tales are often more widely disseminated."

His gaze turned to the other side of the mountain range.

There is a solitary forest ranger's cabin there, where an old ranger who has been guarding the Kunlun Mountains for forty years lives.