Chapter 319, First Batch of Lunar Resources Transported to Earth

"Order Guanghan Base."

"Extract the best-quality [Special Smelting Sample] from the Taiyi Furnace, along with a box of the highest purity [Liquid Helium-3 Sample] and [Extreme Yang Spirit Liquid]. Immediately seal them using an anti-pressure array."

Wang Mingyuan's gaze swept across the entire room, his voice low yet carrying a penetrating, oppressive force: "We don't need large quantities of building materials, just this core strategic physical sample. Send it directly back to Earth's first base via the interstellar teleportation array!"

"For so long, people on Earth have only seen the massive space elevators carrying things up, but have never seen anything actually fall from the sky. The 380,000-kilometer-long chasm has been crushed. Now, it's time for people to see the first batch of spoils we've dug back from space."

The instruction has been issued.

At the Guanghan Base, 380,000 kilometers away, the two tiny yet incredibly heavy metal boxes, representing humanity's first on-site heavy industrial smelting on the lunar surface, were carefully loaded onto a tracked transport drone and smoothly entered the folded membrane of the star ring.

Two and a half seconds later.

Earth, the open-air plaza outside the first base of the Kyoto Space Elevator.

The biting night wind was mercilessly torn apart by a sudden, immense spatial pressure. The entire vast open-air plaza had already been completely sealed off by fully armed Earth Defense Force aces. The cold white beams of searchlights intertwined to form a net, illuminating the receiving star ring in the center of the plaza in minute detail.

There were no triumphant military songs, no grand processions. The air was thick with an intense, oppressive atmosphere of both grim determination and fervent excitement.

The mercury film created violent spatial ripples. The tracked drone drove out of the array gate with remarkable stability, delivering two metal storage boxes, each bearing the highest level of explosion-proof runes, to the bulletproof crystal display stand in the center of the plaza.

These are the first physical spoils brought back from the moon. It's also the first time in Earth's cultivation history that we've truly touched a sample of industrial feedback from the lunar surface.

Wang Mingyuan and the heads of various departments had already arrived at the scene via the internal fast track.

"Open the box and verify the physical parameters." Wang Mingyuan's voice was extremely clear in the night wind.

The box on the left is open, and lying quietly is a metal blank, only the size of a palm, dark in color, and covered with rough smelting sand holes. This is the first piece of native alloy produced by the Taiyi Furnace on the moon using an extremely violent "sword array-style high-frequency cutting module" to crush titanium iron ore, and then forcibly smelting it with plasma spirit fire.

The specially made zero-degree energy storage box on the right contains several tens of milliliters of liquid helium-3, as well as a few drops of Extreme Yang Spirit Liquid that emits a dark golden glow.

"The Academy of Sciences has taken over the isotope samples."

Lin Feng stepped forward first, quickly inputting the physical key onto the control panel. Several miniature robotic arms extended, extracting an extremely faint trace of liquid helium-3 gas and introducing it into the psionic spectrometer beside them.

In just three seconds, the data stream from the analyzer scrolled wildly before finally freezing.

Isotope purity: 99.99 percent.

Lin Feng stared at the screen, his voice filled with rigor and trepidation. "This isn't the inferior isotope we produced in our surface labs using expensive centrifuges. This is a perfect fusion primer, refined over billions of years by stellar storms and purified under high pressure by the extreme Yang True Fire."

Lin Feng turned around and pushed the data panel directly to the military representative: "Its energy density and array compatibility have completely shattered the existing understanding of basic physics. These tens of milliliters of high-dimensional energy are enough to enable an active heavy psionic fighter squadron to perform three beyond-visual-range full-load jumps, or to maintain a city-protecting array at full power for half a month."

A series of extremely suppressed, heavy breathing sounds echoed across the square.

"Leave the substrate to me."

The Dean of the Array Court, leaning on his cane, strode to the box containing the rough titanium steel blank. Instead of relying on instruments, he directly extended his withered hand and pressed it heavily onto the rough, dark metal.

hum!

The Dean's profound and almost tangible true essence poured into the metal like a raging sea.

Everyone present stared intently at the table. In the past understanding of materials science, even the most advanced deep-sea special alloys would have their internal lattice collapse and shatter when subjected to this level of instantaneous spiritual pressure.

But the rough embryo from the moon remained completely still.

Its surface merely emitted a layer of extremely restrained dark red light, like a dried sponge, absorbing and settling the Dean's violent true essence without any hindrance, and even spontaneously forming an extremely stable spiritual pressure microcirculation inside the metal.

"Aura conduction rate: 96.5%. Pressure resistance threshold: Exceeds the calculation limit of current portable detectors."

"This is no ordinary alloy! This is a mutant star iron, forcibly compressed and reorganized in the star-free environment of the moon by space radiation and the high temperature of plasma!"

The dean suddenly turned his head and looked at the group of high-level weapon refiners behind him with their eyes wide open.

"You used to complain every day that the existing materials weren't strong enough to support high-level composite array patterns, and that the furnace would explode and shatter at the drop of a hat. Now, the moon has delivered a foundation that can truly support a cultivation civilization!"

With the establishment of the two core data points, the message traveled through the extremely secure internal network of the Cultivation Alliance, transforming into a massive data stream that crashed into various industrial terminals.

That night, the entire cultivation world and military industry on Earth displayed their own unique way of celebrating.

It wasn't a festive celebration with lanterns and decorations, but rather the relentless roar of heavy industry that lasted all night.

Inside the massive weapon-refining base of Zhongyuan Heavy Industry, tens of thousands of high-powered spirit-gathering searchlights lit up simultaneously, illuminating the far northern night sky as if it were daytime. Countless engineers and high-level weapon refiners, covered in oil stains, stared at the sample parameters circulating on the internal network, engrossed in near-frenzied calculations and deductions.

The Alliance Array Court's internal network server experienced an unprecedented surge in traffic. Countless researchers and array masters with access were frantically submitting backend requests, all in an effort to access the few sample physical parameters that had just been transmitted back.

In the top-secret archives of the Military Industry Administration, accompanied by flashing red lights, hundreds of advanced weapon development projects that had been indefinitely shelved due to "insufficient material strength" and "insufficient energy density" were forcibly unsealed overnight and all upgraded to the highest priority level!

At that moment, everyone realized with absolute certainty that lunar development was no longer just a strategic slogan on the lips of those bigwigs, nor was it merely a one-way, massive investment.

It was that piece of hard star iron, that drop of cold fuel, that truly fell onto the Earth's surface. Resources were really starting to fall from the sky. The mother planet was receiving an extremely brutal return of nourishment from that barren satellite.

In the open-air plaza, the initial verification was completed, and the heads of various departments hurriedly left with the replicated data. They needed to transform these resources into substantial industrial blueprints as quickly as possible.

The square was once again filled with the howling of the night wind, with only the cold, hard clanging of the defense forces' armor remaining.

Wang Mingyuan stood alone in front of the display stand, staring at the dark titanium steel blank.

"professor."

The chief weapons officer of the Ordnance Industry Department returned. He strode to the display stand, clutching a thick file with a bright red "Top Secret" stamp tightly in his hand. The weapons officer looked at the rough moonstone blank, his eyes burning with a long-suppressed murderous ambition.

"With this star iron material boasting near-perfect conductivity and compressive strength, can we revive that project?"

Wang Mingyuan lowered his gaze and glanced at the dossier in the weapons officer's hand.

On the cover of the file, several large characters were printed in extremely bold font: [Strategic-level physical carrier demonstration: Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source].

In an era limited by Earth's limitations, simultaneously maneuvering tens of thousands of high-level flying swords into a deadly array requires a "master control array plate" capable of withstanding the high-frequency resonance of tens of thousands of sword energies without lattice collapse. Current materials would instantly shatter under such terrifying microscopic tearing forces. This has meant that this renowned ultimate sword array will forever remain a theoretical concept.

The shackles of materials have firmly locked the upper limit of the killing potential of the cultivation civilization.

But now, Wang Mingyuan reached out and his fingertips slowly brushed against the hard star iron from 380,000 kilometers away.

"Now that the materials have been delivered..."

"Those large-scale carriers that couldn't be built in the past due to insufficient materials finally have a foundation to support them."

"Go build the furnaces," Wang Mingyuan said to the weapons officer, issuing the order. "Let those myths that remain in the jade slips come to life on the heavy industry assembly lines."