Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

Lin Chen arrived at the Hongmeng Tree, found a flat spot to sit down, and leaned his head against the tree trunk.

According to Zi Ling, Tang Xiaoran will need another day to emerge from seclusion, and he plans to come here early to welcome her.

Zi Ling floated out from the treetop and landed on his shoulder, her little face showing a rare hint of anticipation: "Master, Xiao Ran should be able to finish by tomorrow."

Lin Chen nodded, closed his eyes and waited. Zi Ling leaned against his neck and also closed her eyes to rest.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the tree canopy, falling warmly on my skin.

In the distance are the rolling hills and winding rivers of Creation Island, and the wind blows across the grassland, creating layers of green waves.

He waited from noon until the sun began to set, then until the moon rose above the trees, and finally until the sun rose again the next day.

When it was noon again, a ripple spread across the trunk of the Primordial Creation Tree, and Tang Xiaoran finally emerged from the trunk.

Her face was somewhat pale, and she was clutching a thin roll of paper in her hand, the edges of which were jagged, as if it had been torn from some notebook.

The paper was covered with dense writing, some parts of which had been corrected, and the ink stains varied in shade.

Lin Chen stood up.

When Tang Xiaoran saw Lin Chen, her eyes lit up, and she immediately rushed over and hugged his waist: "Brother Lin, it's done. I've demonstrated the technique."

Lin Chen gently wrapped his arms around her waist and said, "Xiao Ran, you've worked hard."

Tang Xiaoran felt the strange sensation in her waist and blushed, but instead of pulling away, she hugged Lin Chen even tighter.

After a long while, she straightened up, supporting herself on Lin Chen's chest, and handed him the paper filled with the cultivation techniques, as if showing off her achievement: "Brother Lin, take a look."

Lin Chen took the cultivation manual, but instead of looking at it, he looked at Tang Xiaoran.

Her eye sockets were deeper than a month ago, and her cheekbones were higher, but she seemed to be supported by some force, and her spirit was completely different.

"Okay. I'll ask you if there's anything I don't understand," he said.

Tang Xiaoran nodded, stood quietly to the side, and naturally took Lin Chen's arm.

Lin Chen lowered his head and opened the roll of paper.

The first page contains the general outline of the exercise, written in messy handwriting, but each stroke is written with great force, as if afraid that it would disappear if written lightly.

He read on, word by word, his brow furrowing and relaxing intermittently.

Zi Ling also curiously floated to the top of the page and began to read it carefully.

When Lin Chen had something he didn't understand, he immediately asked Tang Xiaoran.

An hour later, he finished reading the last page and turned to Tang Xiaoran: "What's the name of this technique?"

Tang Xiaoran paused for a moment, hesitated for a few seconds, and said, "I... haven't chosen a name yet. Brother Lin, you can choose one."

Lin Chen was silent for a moment, then handed the scroll of paper back to her.

"You wrote this, so you should name it too."

Tang Xiaoran took the paper roll, looked down at the words she had written stroke by stroke, and pursed her lips.

After a long while, she said softly, "My unique energy comes from Zi Ling's Creation Crystal, and this cultivation technique is currently only the basic version. How about we call it 'Basic Creation Technique'?"

Lin Chen nodded; the name was fitting. "Okay. Let's call it that."

He took Tang Xiaoran's hand and said, "I'll take you to Professor Tang's place. You and your daughter can have a good time together, and you should also get some rest."

Tang Xiaoran nodded, her eyes slightly red, but she didn't cry; she missed her father too.

With a thought, Lin Chen and the two appeared on the streets of the new Guangzhou.

The sun was shining brightly, and in the distance, children were chasing and playing in an open space, their laughter ringing out.

He escorted her to the door of Professor Tang's laboratory.

The door was open, and through the glass window, you could see Professor Tang hunched over the lab bench, holding a test tube in his hand, his brow furrowed.

His gray hair was thinner than when we last met, but he seemed to be in good spirits.

"Let's go in." Lin Chen patted Tang Xiaoran on the shoulder.

Tang Xiaoran took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

Professor Tang looked up and saw his daughter; he almost dropped the test tube in his hand.

"Dad," Tang Xiaoran called out, her voice slightly choked.

Professor Tang put down the test tube, took off his glasses, wiped his eyes, and then opened his arms.

Tang Xiaoran rushed over, and the father and daughter hugged each other without saying a word.

Lin Chen stood outside the door for a while, then gently closed the door and turned to leave.

He then went to He Meijiao's experimental field.

He Meijiao was squatting in the field examining a modified wheat seedling. Her face was covered in mud, her hair was tied up casually with a rubber band, and she was muttering to herself.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up, saw Lin Chen, her eyes lit up, and she stood up to brush the dirt off her knees.

"Honey? What brings you here?" She walked over quickly, her gaze sweeping over him, her brows furrowing slightly. "You don't look well."

Lin Chen waved his hand: "It's nothing, I've just been a little tired lately."

He had no intention of telling her about the great battle against the gods, nor did he intend to tell anyone else in the space.

The people here have finally achieved a peaceful life, some farming, some building houses, some teaching. There's no need for them to know that there's an enemy outside who could arrive at any moment.

The fewer people who know about troubles, the better.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, He Meijiao didn't press him for details. She simply pressed her head against his chest to listen and, after confirming that his heartbeat was normal, withdrew her hand.

"Meijiao," Lin Chen said, "Xiao Ran has already completed the evolution of the cultivation technique. I'll teach it to you now. From now on, after you finish working in the fields every day, you must take some time to practice it properly."

He Meijiao was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Really? Wouldn't that make me even more efficient at modifying seeds in the future?"

Lin Chen smiled and nodded: "Of course. The sooner you have a bumper harvest, the sooner we can eat fresh food. You are our future true... granary."

He Meijiao was taken aback: "Huh?"

"Your nickname," Lin Chen said, "from now on we'll call you 'Granary'."

He Meijiao looked down at her muddy hands and rolled her eyes: "It sounds awful."

"What's so awful about it? It's quite fitting." As she spoke, her eyes glanced intentionally or unintentionally at He Meijiao's chest, "It seems to have gotten bigger again."

Upon hearing this, He Meijiao subconsciously looked down... uh, she didn't see her toes.

Her face instantly turned as red as a boiled crayfish: "You're so bad!"

Lin Chen smiled and took her hand, leading her to the pool where he personally washed her hands.

After returning to her room, he carefully taught her the techniques.

He Meijiao studied very diligently, and after half an hour, she finally grasped the basics and began to practice with her eyes closed.

Lin Chen instructed her to pass on the technique to Huang An and the other security guards after she was fully familiar with it.

After saying that, he left the space alone and returned to the Financial City base.

Lin Chen walked through the underground passage and headed straight for Liang Siqi's workspace.

The door was ajar, and the low hum of a robotic arm could be heard from inside. He pushed the door open and went in. Liang Siqi was sitting at her computer at the workbench, her fingers flying across the keyboard, the screen displaying dense lines of code.

In the center of the workshop, a multi-axis robotic arm is precisely grasping a part, while a welding torch moves steadily at its end, the electric arc flashing as it welds a miniature circuit board onto the control module of a drone.

"Mommy, Daddy's here!" Little Fish's voice came from the speaker, tinged with excitement.

Liang Siqi paused for a moment, then looked up and took off her headphones.

Upon seeing Lin Chen, she put down her keyboard, stood up, and frowned slightly: "Your injury isn't fully healed yet, why are you running around?"

Lin Chen didn't reply. He walked over and sat down opposite her, took out the "Basic Creation Manual" from his pocket, and placed it on the table.

"Xiao Ran's cultivation technique has been successfully evolved. But I don't have time to teach each student individually, and I can't teach them all. I want Xiao Yu to make a cultivation explanation video, with demonstrations of the movements and explanations of the incantations."