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The vortex in the sky grew larger, two opposing forces colliding within it. The blue energy represented the cycle of creation, while the blood-red energy was filled with chaos and brutality. The entire Changling Village trembled under the immense wave of energy.
"This isn't right," Li Yang frowned. "Look at the shape of the vortex."
Through our masks, we saw that the vortex was not chaotic; instead, it was forming a specific pattern. The threads of energy intertwined in a manner reminiscent of a design we had seen in the military files.
"This is a rubbing of an early experimental blueprint from the unit," Zhou Jing said as he pulled out a piece of paper from his bag. "Look at this cross-section of the device; it’s exactly like the vortex!" I gasped. "Could it be that Nakamura had already anticipated this step?"
At that moment, Nakamura Monster let out a wild laugh. "Do you finally understand? Your father thought he was stopping the ritual, but in reality, he was merely acting according to my plan!"
"What do you mean?"
He spread his arms wide, revealing two opposing forces. "Only when they counter each other can they generate enough energy to open that door. And your father left behind a reversal device, providing me with the other half of the power I need!"
I pulled out my father's notes and quickly flipped to the last page. The part stained with ink was now barely legible:
"The most terrifying aspect is not the ritual itself, but the truth behind it. They need two opposing forces, just like Yin and Yang in Tai Chi..."
Suddenly, a flash of lightning split the night sky. I saw Li Yang's expression change: "No! Get out of the energy field!"
It was too late. The runes on the ground suddenly lit up, forming a massive net that enveloped us.
"Did you think these runes were just decorations?" Nakamura sneered. "They are traps! Now, it's time to become sacrifices!"
The copper box in his hand emitted a blinding light. We were horrified to find our blood beginning to stir as if something were trying to pull it from our bodies.
"Wait!" Honda Miho suddenly shouted. "Look at the symbols on the copper box!"
In the moonlight, we could see the patterns on its surface clearly. They were not mere decorations but hidden text.
"Is this Manchu script?" Jiang Zhendong observed closely.
"No," Honda Miho replied. "It's an even older script than Manchu." I recalled having seen similar records in documents about Mount Fuji. This script comes from—
Her voice suddenly caught in her throat, her face displaying disbelief.
"From where?" I pressed.
"From beneath the earth," Nakamura answered on her behalf. "It is information left behind by an ancient civilization that was sealed away. The unit discovered this copper box while excavating ancient tombs in Manchuria; they never fully deciphered the text on it."
He pointed at the vortex in the sky: "Only when new and old energies meet will these words reveal their true meaning."
At that moment, the text on the copper box began to glow, symbols floating into the air until they formed a complete message.
I stared wide-eyed at the symbols in my father's notes. Indeed, those seemingly random strokes were identical to the ancient script on the bronze box. This indicated that my father not only deciphered these characters but also concealed the answers within his notes.
But why?
Suddenly, a terrifying thought flashed through my mind. I reexamined those symbols, this time not focusing on their literal meanings but observing their arrangement.
Oh my God, I murmured to myself, this is not ordinary writing.
This is a key, Nakamura said, a key to unlock the underworld. And your father has found the correct way to use it.
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