HLnovel Chapter 98: A grand holographic fireworks show will be held, visible throughout the entire Earth.
Chapter 98: A grand holographic fireworks show will be held, visible throughout the entire Earth.
Lin Xian blew away the white steam floating on the tea surface and placed the set of top-grade purple clay teacups back on the tray held by Shen Aoxue.
He looked up at the cloudless, pitch-black night sky, pursed his lips, and expressed his dissatisfaction with the desolate atmosphere of New Year's Eve.
Traditional gunpowder fireworks not only pollute the environment, but the patterns they create when they explode are so small they look like light bulbs, and they have no prestige whatsoever.
Xia Anran, wearing fluffy bunny pajamas, came closer and rested her chin on Lin Xian's shoulder.
The girl pouted her pink lips and muttered that in the past, the village would set off firecrackers during the New Year, but now with the protective shield, even the firecrackers can't be heard.
Su Qinghan walked over in high heels and reached out to pull Xia Anran back half a step, preventing her from getting too close to Lin Xian.
The aloof and elegant housekeeper immediately declared that if the boss wanted to see fireworks, she would have European military companies switch to manufacturing environmentally friendly high-altitude fireworks overnight and send them over.
Lin Xian yawned, thinking that by the time those foreigners made fireworks, the Lantern Festival would probably be several days over.
He activated the invisible mind-control helmet in his mind, directly connecting it to the quantum control center with incredible computing power deep underground.
System, max out the power of that planetary holographic projection matrix, and use the entire Earth's atmosphere as a projection screen.
Today is Lunar New Year's Eve, so let's put on a free, zero-pollution fireworks show for all of humanity and broaden their horizons.
The moment the command was given, a deep, resonant energy pulse echoed from the ground beneath Qingshui County.
The redundant plasma energy stored in the super-large particle accelerator soared into the sky along the four towering climate control towers.
Four dazzling azure beams of light pierced the stratosphere and exploded with a deafening roar at an altitude of 100,000 meters.
A visual feast of such grand scale that it makes the scalp tingle has officially begun on the Earth's horizon.
The pitch-black night sky was instantly illuminated by a dazzling golden galaxy, as if the entire vast universe had been forcibly pulled onto the Earth's surface.
Immediately afterwards, a holographic five-clawed golden dragon, over ten thousand miles long, surged out from the Milky Way.
The lifelike golden dragon scales shimmered with dazzling light, and every single dragon whisker was clearly visible as it floated in the atmosphere.
The dragon let out a soul-shaking, silent roar, transforming into billions of blooming cyberpunk mechanical lotuses that covered the entire Northern Hemisphere.
In Times Square, New York, the financial elites who were still working overtime to finish reports all stopped typing on their keyboards.
They stared in disbelief at the sky outside the glass curtain wall, their coffee cups falling to the ground and shattering into pieces.
At the New Year's Eve party in London, hundreds of thousands of Europeans who were celebrating fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone craned their necks to watch a holographic phoenix, reborn from the ashes, soaring through the sky above the Thames.
The phoenix's enormous tail feathers streaked across the night sky, transforming into a shower of red light that pierced through the clouds, yet without bringing even a trace of acrid gunpowder.
The billionaires who were squatting outside the boundary marker of Qingshui County, anxiously waiting for their temporary residence permits, were so frightened that they could barely hold their bowls of pickled cabbage noodles.
The Silicon Valley tech giant, his legs trembling, knelt in a muddy puddle, pointing at the holographic mythical beast that filled his entire field of vision and swallowing hard.
Using the entire atmosphere as a holographic projection screen—what terrifying energy matrix could possibly allow for such a miraculous feat of dimensional reduction?
Ma Hualong stood in the guard post, his protruding beer belly sticking out, pointing a high-voltage electric baton at the group of terrified tycoons and laughing loudly.
He shouted at these bumpkins to open their eyes and take a good look, saying that this was the New Year's Eve fireworks that our Master Lin was putting on for everyone, and that their meager assets couldn't even afford the electricity bill for setting off fireworks.
In the backyard of the Floating Manor, Tang Wu and Zhong Xiaoai, two female mad scientists, even wore their white lab coats backwards and rushed out of the underground machine room barefoot.
Zhong Xiaoai flipped the notebook in her hand over and placed it face down on the grass. Her fingertips were still hot, and she was so excited that she stammered.
The boss actually calculated the refractive index of light waves to the limit of Planck's constant. Every frame of these fireworks contains the ultimate physical truth of the universe.
The two big stars, Chu Yiyi and Shen Youran, spread out picnic mats on the lawn and took out their phones to take a bunch of selfies of the golden dragon in the sky.
The so-called top-notch stage design they had seen at parties before was nothing compared to this holographic projection of gods and Buddhas—just a bunch of cheap, country bumpkin slides.
The peerless songstress Murong Xue held a cup of mutated peach blossom wine, gazing at the dazzling lights and shadows in the sky. Her ethereal and clear voice hummed a cheerful tune in the night breeze.
Early childhood education senior Li Muwan led the little devils from the prodigy class, chasing after the illusory rain of light all over the yard.
Helen, a foreign woman, wearing a festive red floral-patterned jacket, pulled the adorable vampire loli Lilith into a bizarre ballroom dance in the square.
Holding a titanium alloy cleaver, Yan Guhong stared at the lifelike holographic dragon in the sky, forgetting to retract his grip as the blade struck the cutting board.
This cold-blooded female assassin, who usually only knew how to kill, now showed a rare glimmer of shock in her eyes, the kind that comes from a little girl.
Princess Alice, dragging her elaborate court dress, ran around on the grass, shouting at the starlight in the sky, having long since thrown away the ladylike etiquette of Western European royalty.
The newly arrived Little Dragon Girl, Ao Xiaoyu, was so frightened by the golden dragon in the sky that she immediately transformed into pink dragon horns and plunged headfirst into the fountain pool, refusing to surface.
Even Liu Rushuang, the usually aloof and cold imperial guard, put down her ancient bronze sword and leaned against a pillar, staring blankly at the starry sky.
At this moment, billions of people across the globe surprisingly reached a unified understanding and stopped what they were doing.
Whether it was mercenaries fighting on the battlefield or crew members of nuclear submarines diving in the deep sea, they were all completely captivated by this pollution-free phenomenon in the sky.
The colorful beams of light constantly shifted in the sky, sometimes transforming into giant whales in the deep sea, and sometimes into collapsing supernovae.
This visual feast, devoid of any gunpowder or noise, has deeply imprinted the inviolability of the Qingshui Divine Kingdom into the souls of all humankind.
Intelligence chiefs from various countries watched the satellite broadcast and silently stuffed all the investigation documents concerning Qingshui County in China into the shredder.
No one dares to provoke a freakish entity that can casually treat the Earth's atmosphere as an LCD screen.
Lin Xian lay on the zero-gravity waterbed, watching the epic spectacle outside the window that he controlled with his will, and yawned with satisfaction.
This is the kind of grandeur you should have for Chinese New Year. You don't have to go out and smell the pungent sulfur; you can set off a giant firecracker for the whole world while lying in bed.
Wearing a pink floral apron, Shen Aoxue obediently carried a plate of freshly cut mutated cantaloupe to the bedside, her cold and sharp eyes filled with adoration.
The tough female inspector smiled and praised her boss for casually setting off fireworks, which terrified the overseas forces that the patrol department had been unable to suppress for decades.
Lin Xian took a bite of the cool, sweet melon flesh, lazily waved his hand, indicating that everyone should eat and drink as they pleased and not waste this beautiful night.
The village's patrol team of elderly women had long since put down their laser brooms and, wearing VR glasses, were dancing wildly to the rhythm of the fireworks in the sky.
Village chief Wang Fugui, holding the hand of his holographic virtual wife, watched the phoenix flying in the sky with tears streaming down his face, feeling that his life had been completely worthwhile.
This dazzling holographic fireworks show, which defied common sense, played in the sky above the Earth for more than two hours before slowly coming to an end.
As the last glimmer of starlight dissipated in the stratosphere, global online forums were overwhelmed by a massive influx of posts reflecting on the film, causing them to crash and become unusable.
Those working-class people who were working overtime the day before to pay their mortgage and car loan are now looking out at the calm night sky and a fervent longing for a peaceful, carefree life is rising in their hearts.
Lin Xian turned off the mind controller and was about to pull up the silk quilt to have a good New Year's Eve nap.
Deep underground, unseen by him, the high-dimensional energy fluctuations triggered by this massive holographic matrix were spreading wildly outwards along the earth's vein patterns.
The powerful particle vibrations penetrated the hard rock layer and extended all the way to the depths of a mountain range in southwestern China, which is shrouded in poisonous miasma all year round.
The interior of this ancient mountain has long been hollowed out, and in the bottomless, dark abyss lies a bronze coffin covered with green rust and mottled bloodstains.
The ancient coffin, which had slumbered here for countless epochs, had its rusty bronze lid crumble and fall the moment it received that high-dimensional energy fluctuation.
The thick sealing chains made a teeth-grinding grinding sound in the darkness, and a terrifying wave carrying an ancient, decaying aura slowly seeped out from the cracks in the coffin.
Two eerie green flames lit up in the darkness, and a withered hand covered in long white hair gripped the edge of the bronze coffin and forcefully pushed open the heavy coffin lid.
A hoarse voice, seemingly emanating from the deepest hell, echoed through the empty underground abyss, causing the surrounding mutated bats to fall to the ground.
"This familiar scent of primal energy... could it be that the enemy who sealed me away in this desolate mountain back then has come back to life?"