Chapter 37: The Miracle Project, the "Dragon's Heart" in the Valley

The project manager, nicknamed "Old Cannon," had bloodshot eyes as he stared at a construction node diagram, his brows furrowed into a tight knot. Several site foremen in charge of different sectors stood around him, the atmosphere stifling enough to make one gasp for air.

The door opened. He Yu walked in, holding a sealed blueprint tube. Without a word, he walked straight to the long conference table covered in various drawings and placed the tube in the center.

"This is the final plan."

Old Cannon lifted his bloodshot eyes, his voice rasping. "Director He, it’s not that we aren’t trying our best, it’s just that..."

"Take a look first," He Yu interrupted.

Old Cannon remained silent, unscrewed the cap, and carefully withdrew the heavy roll of blueprints. The moment the blueprint was fully unfurled under the harsh incandescent light, the breath of every engineer in the command center seemed to be throttled by an invisible hand.

Silence. A deathly silence.

The next second, Old Cannon’s body trembled violently. His hands—rough as old tree bark from decades of working with steel and concrete—could not stop shaking. He was not looking at an engineering blueprint. He was gazing upon a miracle.

"This... this is impossible..." A young foreman muttered to himself, pointing at a module on the drawing detailing foundation load-bearing and material ratios, his eyes filled with earth-shattering shock. "This ratio... it can shorten the curing time by forty percent while increasing strength by fifteen percent? This violates the fundamental principles of material mechanics!"

"Look here! This pipeline path!" another exclaimed, as if discovering a new continent. "It perfectly avoids all geological stress points and utilizes the mountain's own micro-subsidence trends as an auxiliary... this—this is designing the valley as if it were a living creature!"

Old Cannon said nothing. His fingers, with a reverence bordering on pilgrimage, slowly traced the core construction process on the drawing.

It was not a process. It was a symphony of precision, accurate to the millisecond, pushing human labor, material resources, time, and space to their absolute limits. Every step, every connection, every entry and exit of each trade formed a perfect closed loop. One second more was waste; one second less was a hazard.

In this workflow, there were no accidents, no redundancies, and not a single iota of room for further optimization. It was, in itself, the definition of "perfection."

"Old Cannon..." Someone began to speak, but was silenced by a look from him.

The project commander, who had been grinding away on construction sites for over thirty years, slowly looked up. His gaze burned as he locked eyes with He Yu, his voice dry and hoarse from sheer shock.

"Director He... this thing... is not something a human being could design."

In the command center, everyone’s focus was on He Yu. There was horror, confusion, and fanaticism.

Facing the scrutiny of these top-tier experts, He Yu’s expression remained as calm as water. He had his explanation ready.

"This plan is the optimal solution derived by Academician Qian Liqun and Dean Li Weimin, who recently joined our team. They used the highest clearance they could apply for to utilize the 'Tianhe' supercomputer, consuming an unimaginable amount of computing power to run over a hundred million simulations."

Academician Qian Liqun. Dean Li Weimin. The "Tianhe" supercomputer.

Combined, these names formed an unquestionable force of authority. The atmosphere in the command center shifted instantly. The initial shock and disbelief rapidly transformed into sudden realization and an even deeper sense of awe.

So that was it. It turned out the backing behind this was a national treasure of that caliber. This explanation was perfect, logical, and even gave them a sense of pride that felt entirely justified.

"I understand."

Old Cannon took a deep breath. When he looked down at the blueprints again, the trembling in his eyes had vanished, replaced by the resolve and fervor of a soldier receiving a combat order.

"Guaranteeing the completion of the mission!"

He snapped his head up, his voice resonant and forceful, every word sounding as if it were hammered out from his chest.

"Guaranteeing the completion of the mission!"

The other foremen roared in unison, the bloodshot fatigue in their eyes seemingly ignited by a flame called "miracle."

The meeting ended, and construction officially began. He Yu stood at the edge of the valley, watching the site below transform instantly into a precision machine operating at high speed. He made a decision.

"Cut all live stream signals for this area."

To protect the core technology and to mask the truly inexplicable events to follow, this was a necessary step. The moment the live stream was interrupted, He Yu’s consciousness sank into the system interface.

[System Store]
[Item: Construction Acceleration Card]
[Effect: This card cannot directly distort the flow of time. Once activated, it eliminates nearly all uncontrollable variables within the designated project radius, including but not limited to: mechanical failure, material delays, sudden weather changes, and human error. Simultaneously, it provides the project with a perfect-tier intelligent AI scheduling system to achieve the absolute optimal allocation of resources and personnel.]
[Price: 10,000 Shock Points]

"Purchase, and immediately use it on the 'Heart of the Dragon' project."

Without a moment’s hesitation.

[Construction Acceleration Card activated.]
[Intelligent Scheduling AI 'Pangu' has taken over the backend...]

The moment the command was issued, He Yu felt the energy of the entire valley shift. It was a subtle yet undeniably real sensation. The invisible dust of "accidents" and "chaos" in the air seemed to be wiped away by an invisible hand. The "sound" of the construction site’s operation became harmonious and fluid like never before.

An excavator about to break down from overheating? Its operator received a mandatory rest and maintenance order five minutes early.

A concrete truck that should have been stuck in traffic for three hours? Its driver received a brand-new route planned by the AI one second before departure, perfectly avoiding all congestion.

An experienced welder whose arm muscles were experiencing slight fatigue tremors from continuous work? Before he even noticed it himself, the scheduling system had replaced him and arranged for a physical therapist.

As for the most critical facilities—the ultra-high-precision circulation pumps that could not be manufactured by human labor, and the core AI chip serving as the nervous system for the entire purification process—He Yu redeemed them directly from the system in the dead of night, and they appeared silently in their designated places.

The entire site had become a war machine that made no mistakes, knew no fatigue, and operated at peak efficiency twenty-four hours a day.

As for the workers, they received the most humane treatment under this inhumanly intelligent system. They always worked when they were most energetic and received full rest before their bodies reached their limits.

Ten days. Amidst the speculation and waiting of the outside world, only ten days passed.

The live stream signal was turned back on.

When the drone hovering high above slowly pushed its lens toward the once-turbid, mud-choked mountain stream, the brains of all the viewers watching the screen went blank.

They were witnessing an engineering miracle that defied description.

Within the valley, a massive water purification ecosystem—composed of countless multi-level terraced purification pools, composite sand-and-gravel filter layers, and special aquatic plant communities—lay quietly, like a giant’s heart fallen from myth into the mortal realm.

Its shape was precisely that of a beating heart.

The drone camera zoomed in. People could clearly see all the turbid, muddy water on the site being collected by aorta-like pipes and slowly injected into the "atrium" of this giant "heart."

The water flowed through layers upon layers of terraced purification pools as intricate as cardiac muscle. It passed through composite sand-and-gravel filters that shimmered with different lusters. It then flowed through those special plant communities swaying in the water, as if they possessed their own life.

Finally, at the very end of the "heart," at the exit of the aorta, a clear spring gushed forth.

The water was limpid and pure, so clear that one could see the pebbles and fine sand at the bottom under the sunlight.

The clear spring bubbled, merging into an ecological stream specifically created for the Chinese Phoenix Butterfly, injecting it with the most primitive and pure vitality.

This miraculous creation, which integrated engineering, ecology, and aesthetics, was given a name by He Yu that matched its form and significance.

[Heart of the Dragon].