In order to prevent himself from being dazzled or being influenced by his subconscious or fixed thinking, Lin Hai gathered all his brothers that night and said he wanted to announce his future plans. Then, in front of everyone, he put the remaining half tube of gunpowder on the fire.

Except for a few who were absent-minded, did not look carefully, accidentally saw the ones nearby, and were frightened by the sudden appearance of flames and smoke, more than eighty brothers said they saw the mosaic.

In order to give everyone a good explanation, Lin Hai could only say that he was performing an ancient divination ritual, and this strange flame was the tool used for divination.

The appearance of the strange flame proves that our journey westward will be smooth. The flame indicates our future, which is Daxing Southwest.

Lin Hai's resolute tone forced a connection between two seemingly unrelated events. The brothers, accustomed to various methods of boosting morale, were quite cooperative with Lin Hai's apparently unrelated morale boost. They all loudly echoed Lin Hai's words, and for a moment, morale seemed to have truly reached a climax.

In order to boost morale, generals would pull out a piece of silk cloth with "must win" written on it from a fish's belly in front of their soldiers, dig out stone tablets with various strategies written on them from under the roads where everyone walked every day, and some would even take off their armor on the spot to demonstrate their invulnerability to swords and spears.

Many of Lin Hai's brothers were responsible for catching fish, burying stone tablets and chopping the general's arm with an unsharpened knife. However, everyone knew that as veterans of many battles, they all knew that such morale motivation was not so much about motivating themselves as it was about everyone cooperating with Lin Hai to give him confidence.

Of course, everyone thought they had seen the last level.

As for Lin Hai, he actually just relied on his ability to improvise and made up an excuse to cover up the matter of finding someone to watch the fire.

But Lin Hai knew the real question was: did science, more specifically, physics, still exist? Was it simply that gunpowder was no longer usable, or had a certain type of science ceased to exist? And what exactly was the mosaic that had appeared? Was it a collective dazzle from dozens of people, or had he discovered something truly remarkable?