Starting from the Planetary Governor - Chapter 1605 - 907: The Seed of Shadow Moon

Chapter 1605: Chapter 907: The Seed of Shadow Moon

Gu Hang stood on the circular observation platform of the gene laboratory, his fingers gliding over the floating data screen. In the holographic projection, the helical structure of the Blood Angels’ Genetic Seed rotated with nanometer precision, with thirty-seven Subspace isotope nodes marked by dim blue light.

“We’ve tried to strip the psychic residue on the ninth chromosome using a superconducting magnetic field,” Chief Geneticist Morse’s voice came through the communicator, “but each separation triggers a chain-collapse reaction.”

Gu Hang’s psionic vision pierced through the material barriers and saw the Genetic Seed suspended in the cultivation chamber, emitting a faint golden glow. This light formed an icosahedral structure on the Subspace level, identical to the soul prisms he’d seen within Original Casting Interstellar Warriors. When his consciousness touched a facet, countless images surged in—Sons of God clad in golden armor roaring amidst the burning galaxy, with the Emperor’s psionic fire dancing in their genetic chains.

“Stop the experiment,” Gu Hang suddenly ordered. “Prepare to transfer the sample to the Subspace isolation chamber; I want to conduct a live resonance test.”

Three hours later, Gu Hang, clad in a sealed protective suit, stood at the center of the circular array. Twelve anti-psychic generators hummed around him as the Genetic Seed in his hand was encased in a container made of Star Realm Silver. As the first wisp of Spiritual Energy was infused, fine Imperial Gothic inscriptions appeared on the container’s surface—this was not a product of modern technology but an artifact from the Golden Age.

Suddenly, alarms blared throughout the laboratory. The monitoring screen showed the Subspace readings of the Genetic Seed breaching the threshold, and Gu Hang’s psionic perception sensed some ancient entity awakening. The genetic material in the cultivation chamber began to autonomously proliferate, simultaneously forming a humanoid embryo on the physical plane, while in the Subspace reflection, a giant silhouette with light wings emerged.

“Activate the Black Stone Barrier immediately!” Morse’s voice trembled, “The Subspace projection intensity of that thing is equivalent to a sub-Demon Prince!”

However, Gu Hang raised his hand to stop the emergency procedure. His Spiritual Energy transformed into silver-blue chains, entangling the embryo, locking eyes with that entity in the crevice between reality and illusion. Numerous memory fragments exploded in his consciousness—he saw the Emperor walking in the genetic furnaces beneath Mars, dripping golden flame-burning blood into petri dishes; he saw a Mechanical Priest covered in pipes kneeling in prayer, implanting some kind of glowing crystal into the cranium of a Son of God.

“So that’s how it is…” Gu Hang’s pupils contracted; the Subspace essence in the Genetic Seed was not an acquired implant, but an original genetic substrate. What the Emperor had created back then was not merely a biological weapon but a Subspace life vessel cultivated by splitting his psionic essence.

The embryo suddenly let out a deafening wail, and web-like cracks appeared on the reality barrier. Gu Hang decisively crushed the Star Realm Silver container in his hand, annihilating the out-of-control genetic material with a Spiritual Storm. As the last glint of gold faded, his combat suit was soaked in cold sweat.

“Notify all Battle Group Leader Commanders,” Gu Hang wiped away the nosebleed, his eyes flickering with unprecedented excitement, “I need to access mutation reports from each battle group over the millennia, especially those special individuals with precognitive abilities.”

Three days later, in the Dark Temple of the Death Angels Battle Group, Gu Hang gazed at the black Genetic Seed hovering over the altar. This relic from the first generation Battle Group Leader emitted a disturbing purple glow, its Subspace structure displayed as a perfect regular dodecahedron.

“We call it the ’Shadow Moon Seed,’” Battle Group Leader Keribas’s voice carried a metallic scrape, “Once every century, a descendant who can foresee death is born, but the host will self-immolate before reaching thirty years old.”

When Gu Hang’s Spiritual Energy penetrated the seed’s core, a vivid prophetic vision suddenly appeared: He saw himself standing in front of the burning Terra Imperial Palace, holding a broken genetic chain, while on the other side of the starry sky, countless similar Subspace structures resonated.

Suddenly, the Genetic Seed erupted with blinding light. Before Keribas’s Power Sword could be drawn, the entire temple was enveloped in silver psionic energy. Gu Hang’s cloak flapped in the energy storm, and he clearly sensed some ancient, dormant will awakening—these Genetic Seeds were not just the source of Interstellar Warriors but also a key to some truth in Subspace.

“Prepare the Starship immediately,” Gu Hang turned and walked toward the teleportation platform, Mars, Kaos, Makulage, and other Founding World coordinates flashing on his tactical visor, “Our next destination is the Gene Vault of the Iron Hands. Inform the Original Casting technical team; it’s time to verify the ’Reverse Original Casting’ theory.” Gu Hang stood on the circular observation platform of the gene laboratory, his fingers gliding over the floating data screen. In the holographic projection, the helical structure of the Blood Angels’ Genetic Seed rotated with nanometer precision, with thirty-seven Subspace isotope nodes marked by dim blue light.

“We’ve tried to strip the psychic residue on the ninth chromosome using a superconducting magnetic field,” Chief Geneticist Morse’s voice came through the communicator, “but each separation triggers a chain-collapse reaction.”

Gu Hang’s psionic vision pierced through the material barriers and saw the Genetic Seed suspended in the cultivation chamber, emitting a faint golden glow. This light formed an icosahedral structure on the Subspace level, identical to the soul prisms he’d seen within Original Casting Interstellar Warriors. When his consciousness touched a facet, countless images surged in—Sons of God clad in golden armor roaring amidst the burning galaxy, with the Emperor’s psionic fire dancing in their genetic chains.

“Stop the experiment,” Gu Hang suddenly ordered. “Prepare to transfer the sample to the Subspace isolation chamber; I want to conduct a live resonance test.”

Three hours later, Gu Hang, clad in a sealed protective suit, stood at the center of the circular array. Twelve anti-psychic generators hummed around him as the Genetic Seed in his hand was encased in a container made of Star Realm Silver. As the first wisp of Spiritual Energy was infused, fine Imperial Gothic inscriptions appeared on the container’s surface—this was not a product of modern technology but an artifact from the Golden Age.

Suddenly, alarms blared throughout the laboratory. The monitoring screen showed the Subspace readings of the Genetic Seed breaching the threshold, and Gu Hang’s psionic perception sensed some ancient entity awakening. The genetic material in the cultivation chamber began to autonomously proliferate, simultaneously forming a humanoid embryo on the physical plane, while in the Subspace reflection, a giant silhouette with light wings emerged.

“Activate the Black Stone Barrier immediately!” Morse’s voice trembled, “The Subspace projection intensity of that thing is equivalent to a sub-Demon Prince!”

However, Gu Hang raised his hand to stop the emergency procedure. His Spiritual Energy transformed into silver-blue chains, entangling the embryo, locking eyes with that entity in the crevice between reality and illusion. Numerous memory fragments exploded in his consciousness—he saw the Emperor walking in the genetic furnaces beneath Mars, dripping golden flame-burning blood into petri dishes; he saw a Mechanical Priest covered in pipes kneeling in prayer, implanting some kind of glowing crystal into the cranium of a Son of God.

“So that’s how it is…” Gu Hang’s pupils contracted; the Subspace essence in the Genetic Seed was not an acquired implant, but an original genetic substrate. What the Emperor had created back then was not merely a biological weapon but a Subspace life vessel cultivated by splitting his psionic essence.

The embryo suddenly let out a deafening wail, and web-like cracks appeared on the reality barrier. Gu Hang decisively crushed the Star Realm Silver container in his hand, annihilating the out-of-control genetic material with a Spiritual Storm. As the last glint of gold faded, his combat suit was soaked in cold sweat.

“Notify all Battle Group Leader Commanders,” Gu Hang wiped away the nosebleed, his eyes flickering with unprecedented excitement, “I need to access mutation reports from each battle group over the millennia, especially those special individuals with precognitive abilities.”

Three days later, in the Dark Temple of the Death Angels Battle Group, Gu Hang gazed at the black Genetic Seed hovering over the altar. This relic from the first generation Battle Group Leader emitted a disturbing purple glow, its Subspace structure displayed as a perfect regular dodecahedron.

“We call it the ’Shadow Moon Seed,’” Battle Group Leader Keribas’s voice carried a metallic scrape, “Once every century, a descendant who can foresee death is born, but the host will self-immolate before reaching thirty years old.”

When Gu Hang’s Spiritual Energy penetrated the seed’s core, a vivid prophetic vision suddenly appeared: He saw himself standing in front of the burning Terra Imperial Palace, holding a broken genetic chain, while on the other side of the starry sky, countless similar Subspace structures resonated.

Suddenly, the Genetic Seed erupted with blinding light. Before Keribas’s Power Sword could be drawn, the entire temple was enveloped in silver psionic energy. Gu Hang’s cloak flapped in the energy storm, and he clearly sensed some ancient, dormant will awakening—these Genetic Seeds were not just the source of Interstellar Warriors but also a key to some truth in Subspace.

“Prepare the Starship immediately,” Gu Hang turned and walked toward the teleportation platform, Mars, Kaos, Makulage, and other Founding World coordinates flashing on his tactical visor, “Our next destination is the Gene Vault of the Iron Hands. Inform the Original Casting technical team; it’s time to verify the ’Reverse Original Casting’ theory.”