Meeting

Ye Qingxuan slowly raised his weapon and aimed it in front of him.

In the silence, everyone heard the noise.

It wasn't a "bang;" it was a "buzz."

As the weak flow of aether that came from Ye Qingxuan's hands penetrated into the "brake valve," it brought to mind a complicated structure that had never been seen before. It was so fine that even under a microscope it would be difficult to peak into its complex circuits. It was like it had passed through centuries in an instant and evolved into a mythologically advanced piece of mechanical engineering.

If it had to be described with a word, that word would be "miracle."

He couldn't make head nor tail of it. He didn't know how to use it, or how to run it. Even though it was an artifact, he had no clue about it.

This was how it had to be.