Hidden beneath the streets of New Beijing on Tianxing, Agent Zyx-7 of the Crystalline Collective pressed his translucent hand against the communication crystal that had been silent for eighteen hours. The Law Grade formation blocking all information from leaving the human worlds was holding firm, but the intelligence he carried was too critical to remain trapped.
"The balance of the universe may depend on this information reaching the Collective," he whispered in his native harmonic language, each word resonating through the crystal formations that made up his body.
Zyx-7 had spent three years infiltrating human society, using advanced crystalline mimicry to appear as a normal human businessman. His cover had been perfect until the planetary transformation began. Now he possessed intelligence that could shift the entire galactic power structure - evidence of a human who could manipulate Origin Chaos.
The Crystalline Collective's emergency protocols were clear. When information of universe-altering significance was discovered, all agents were authorized to use the Essence Transmission technique, regardless of the personal cost.
Zyx-7 began the complex ritual, his crystalline form starting to glow with inner light. The technique would compress his consciousness, memories, and collected intelligence into a pure energy burst that could penetrate most barriers. The cost was complete dissolution of his physical form and the loss of 90% of his cultivation base.
"For the stability of the Collective," he intoned, feeling his body beginning to fracture as the technique activated. "Let this knowledge reach the Core Worlds."
His form exploded into a thousand points of light that coalesced into a single beam of crystallized information, shooting toward the edge of the solar system at speeds that defied normal physics.
On the opposite side of Tianxing, in a hidden base beneath the Crimson Desert, Commander Thek-Morai of the Draconian Empire was facing a similar dilemma. His scaled hide had turned a deep red - a sign of extreme agitation in his species - as he stared at the sealed communication array.
The Draconians prided themselves on having the most extensive spy network in the galaxy. Their agents were embedded in every major civilization, gathering intelligence that maintained their empire's dominance. But now, for the first time in centuries, that network had been completely severed.
"The humans have somehow blocked all quantum entanglement communications," he growled to his subordinate, Lieutenant Vash-Krel. "But the intelligence we've gathered about their Origin Chaos user cannot wait."
The planetary transformation data they'd collected was beyond anything in Draconian records. A single Foundation Realm human had summoned primal energies that predated the universe itself. If the Empire didn't respond immediately, human civilization could advance beyond their ability to control.
"Commander, the Blood Flame Sacrifice is forbidden except in cases of species-level extinction events," Vash-Krel reminded him, his own scales shifting to nervous yellow patterns.
"This qualifies," Thek-Morai replied grimly. The technique would consume his bloodline essence and centuries of accumulated fire cultivation, converting them into a message beacon that could burn through almost any barrier. He would survive, but as a mortal with no cultivation remaining.
"Initiate the sacrifice," he commanded, feeling the ancient Draconian fire within his core responding to his will. "The Empire must know of this threat before it's too late."
His body erupted in crimson flames that burned not with heat but with concentrated information, shooting toward Draconian space as a pillar of sacrificial fire that carried the weight of civilizational warning.
Deep in the ocean trenches of Earth, Operative Echo-9 of the Void Touched commune felt the familiar chill of her species' despair as she contemplated her impossible situation. The humans' information barrier had cut her off from the collective consciousness that connected all Void Touched across the galaxy.
Her pale, almost transparent form flickered with the shadow energies that defined her people. Unlike the other spy races, the Void Touched existed partially outside normal reality, making them incredibly difficult to detect but also dependent on their psychic network for survival.
"Eighteen hours of isolation," she whispered into the darkness of her underwater base. "The collective believes I am dead. But this information about the Origin Chaos user... it could save us all from the coming void."
The Void Touched had survived the last universe-ending catastrophe by learning to exist in the spaces between realities. Their prophetic abilities had detected signs that another such event was approaching - and the human with Origin Chaos manipulation might be the key to preventing or surviving it.
Echo-9 began the Void Resonance Shattering technique, a method that would fragment her connection to normal space-time and scatter her consciousness across multiple dimensions. The fragments would carry her message to wherever the Void Touched collective existed, but she would never be able to reassemble herself afterward.
Her form began to fade and split, becoming dozens of shadow-echoes that phased through reality itself, each one carrying critical intelligence about humanity's new power as they dispersed into the cosmic void.
Meanwhile, in a orbital station disguised as space debris, Coordinator Helios-Prime of the Solar Synthesis Union was calculating probabilities with the cold precision that defined his machine-hybrid species. His cybernetic implants had been running continuous analysis since the planetary transformation began.
The Union existed as a coalition of species that had merged biological and technological evolution. Their spy methods relied on quantum computation networks that could process vast amounts of data simultaneously. But the human information barrier had severed all their connections.
"Probability of successful information transmission through conventional means: 0.003%," his internal processors calculated. "Probability that Origin Chaos intelligence is critical to galactic stability: 97.8%."
The mathematics were clear. Helios-Prime began activating the Quantum Consciousness Upload protocol, a technique that would convert his entire being into raw data and launch it through quantum tunneling effects toward Union space. The process would destroy his biological components and leave only a data ghost carrying the intelligence.
His hybrid form began to dissolve into streams of light and information, quantum particles carrying compressed memories of planetary transformation across impossible distances.
Back on the asteroid communication base, Elder Morrison and Master Zhang felt multiple energy disturbances simultaneously pierce their formation barrier. The desperate spy techniques had created brief ruptures that allowed fragments of information to escape before the barrier reformed.
"Four different energy signatures," Master Zhang reported, his face pale as he examined the readings. "Crystalline dissolution, draconian blood fire, void fragmentation, and quantum data burst."
"They sacrificed themselves to get word out," Elder Morrison realized. "Which means every major galactic power now knows something extraordinary happened here."
The implications were staggering. The spy races had deemed the intelligence so critical that they'd willingly destroyed themselves to transmit it. That level of desperation meant the galactic response would be swift and overwhelming.
"How long before their home civilizations receive the messages?" Master Zhang asked.
Elder Morrison consulted the tracking data from their sensors. "The fastest transmission was the void fragmentation - it exists partially outside normal space-time. The Void Touched will know within days. The others... weeks to months, depending on galactic distances."
"And then?"
"Then we find out if our mysterious Foundation Realm genius is as powerful as we hope," Elder Morrison replied grimly. "Because the entire galaxy is about to come looking for him."
In his penthouse apartment, completely unaware that his breakthrough had just triggered a galactic crisis, Ryven was peacefully sleeping beside Victoria, both of them glowing softly with residual cultivation energy. The morning sun streamed through the windows, illuminating two lovers who had no idea they were now at the center of the universe's attention.
The spy races had made their sacrifices. The messages had been sent. And across the galaxy, ancient powers were beginning to stir as word of humanity's Origin Chaos user spread through the cosmic intelligence networks.
The age of human isolation was coming to an end, whether they were ready for it or not.