Don't go to the moon, there are gods on the far side of the moon.

When the toolbox handle got tangled in the fiery red thread, the cooling ring on Lin Xiaoman's wrist instantly lit up to its highest setting.

She let out a muffled groan, and simultaneously, crimson cracks appeared in the white corridor of the Dream Network. The cracks did not head towards the South Heavenly Gate, but instead crawled outwards along the name she had just acquired, "Human Dream Network Listener," as if trying to use her listening privileges to sneak into Lin Jibai's three human anchors.

Xu Wangshu's face darkened.

"Before testing Gonggong's side, Zhurongtai will first probe the boundaries of the Dream Network."

Qin Lan immediately switched to the isolation layer.

Lin Xiaoman gritted her teeth: "I can still hear."

"You can listen, but you're not allowed to open the door," Xu Wangshu said coldly.

"I know." Xiaoman stared at the fire line in the dream network. "It's not trying to burn me; it's looking for my brother's water."

water.

Everyone in the main control room looked toward the toolbox.

In the old god system, the Gonggong variable is never simply water. It represents breaking, shattering, and preventing the complete celestial pillar from rejoining. However, the question posed by Zhurongtai is "Gonggong will not stop the fire," clearly not asking Lin Jibai to extinguish it.

Lin Jibai understood it himself.

"Is it afraid I'll come up and splash cold water on it?"

Lu Chenggong, still pale, leaned on the back of the chair, but couldn't help saying, "You do look like the kind of person who would do something like that."

"It's a misunderstanding," Lin Jibai said. "I usually check the price first."

Xu Wangshu didn't let the atmosphere drift too far.

She pushed the fragment of Nuwa closer to the toolbox.

"The Gonggong side test must reduce the privileges. Lin Jibai does not touch the fire seed itself, and only gives the definition of 'uninterrupted fire' once."

Wen Zhaolin frowned: "Zhu Rongtai may not accept the definition of words."

"Then let it accept the human definition."

Xu Wangshu accessed the lighthouse record.

[Gonggong's side's contact restrictions: Do not extinguish the flame, do not take over the flame, and do not promise to burn the human system.]

[Definition of Collaborative Function: Disconnects the old order link when the spark crosses the boundary.]

A bright red thread tightens the toolbox handle.

Lin Jibai lowered his voice a little.

"It's pulling me."

It's not a physical pull.

Instead, it pulls the word "Gonggong" out of the boundaries of his identity. As long as he admits that he is Gonggong, Zhurongtai can drag him into the ancient feud between Zhurong and Gonggong.

That would be spectacular.

It's also very dangerous.

Because Lin Jibai is not the ancient Gonggong.

He is a maintenance worker at the space center, Lin Xiaoman's older brother, Lin Wangchuan's son, and someone who has just touched the cold table.

Xu Wangshu looked at the toolbox and lowered her voice.

"Lin Jibai, prioritize yourself."

The toolbox flashlight flashed twice.

"receive."

Suddenly, a fiery red line projected an ancient image onto the main screen.

Beneath the crimson platform, floodwaters surged over the broken pillars of heaven. A colossal figure, its face obscured, stood in the water, gazing up at the nine suns. Behind it, countless human figures knelt, begging for survival.

The Zhurong Terrace whispers.

Gonggong broke the pillar, and the fire in the path was extinguished.

In the video, the giant shadow crashes into the pillar of heaven.

The Heavenly Pillar broke, the Fire Path collapsed, and the Nine Suns Array was extinguished, but many people were also swept away by the flood.

This is not an accusation.

It's a question.

If fire could harm people, would you still extinguish it?

If keeping the fire burning would reignite the old order, would you be willing to bear the flood?

Lin Jibai remained silent for a long time.

He did not immediately shout slogans.

Because he knew that this question wasn't about mythology, but about every choice he would make next.

"Gonggong is not a fire extinguisher," he said.

The main control room fell silent.

"It's not a flood control switch either."

Beside the toolbox, fragments of Nuwa glowed with a blue light.

Lin Jibai continued, "If the spark burns the old order, I won't stop it. If the spark burns people, I will sever the chain. The cracks caused by the broken chain will be repaired by me and the Heaven-Mending Bureau together, without shifting the cost to ordinary people."

The fire line at Zhurong Terrace paused for a moment.

Xu Wangshu immediately recorded this sentence into the lighthouse.

[Human definition: Gonggong never stopped the fire, and Gonggong cut off the chain that crossed the boundary.]

Fragments of Nuwa float with words.

[Responsibility for the cracks can be assumed.]

The Deep Space Divine Court observation interface is flashing.

[The initial test for the Gonggong side has been passed.]

The bright red thread on the toolbox handle came loose.

Lin Jibai's stability increased from 62% to 64%.

Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, Wen Qingyue's channel suddenly cut in.

[Warning: Zhu Rongtai has passed two preliminary certifications.]

Following the logic of the "fire seed" approach, the next step will require actual contact.

Remote solutions cannot be a long-term solution.

Before the fire line was loosened, Lin Jibai actually saw something very far away for a moment.

It's not a picture, but more like a corner of a memory that's been burned red.

He saw that beneath the broken Buzhou Mountain, someone was raising a fire, not to illuminate the temple, but to burn through rows of golden chains. The other end of the chains was connected to countless kneeling figures, each chain bearing the verification words of the old Heavenly Court.

Immediately afterwards, the floodwaters rushed in.

The fire did not hide.

The water supply didn't stop either.

The two collided, creating a dense, white fog that blotted out the sky. Some survived within the fog, while others never emerged from that ancient tragedy.

Lin Jibai's breathing became a little heavier.

This is the real problem with Zhu Rongtai. It's not about whether he's willing to be a good person, but whether he dares to admit that stopping the old order also comes at a price.

He remembered every manual brake his father had left behind.

Lin Wangchuan never said that pressing the brake would eliminate all losses. He simply left the brakes there, giving later generations at least one clumsy human choice between "automatic destruction" and "automatic obedience."

"Let's add one more," Lin Jibai said.

Xu Wangshu immediately took notes.

"The Gonggong side acknowledges the cost of the broken chain, but the cost must be made public, accountable, and repairable."

When Wen Zhaolin heard the words "accountable for prosecution," his hand holding the pen paused slightly.

The systems he was most familiar with liked to hide their costs. They hid them in probabilities, in reports, and in sample numbers.

Lin Jibai now demands that the price be written on the table.

Zhu Rongtai remained silent for a long time before the front line was truly withdrawn.

Lin Xiaoman, sitting in the audience, heard the phrase "accountable and repairable," and the fiery red cracks in her dream network receded slightly. She suddenly realized that her brother wasn't just saying nice things.

In the past, many systems liked to say "for the greater good." The greater good is like a thick cloth, covering up specific people, specific pain, and specific mistakes. But if the cost must be made public, people will see who was swept away by the flood, who was burned by the fire, who pressed the stop button, and who tried to circumvent the stop button.

This is troublesome for older systems.

But for humanity, it is a way to survive.

Xu Wangshu broke down Lin Jibai's definition into three parts, simultaneously distributing them to the Nuwa Fragment, the Moonbeam Lighthouse, and the Public Review Channel. Each time they were synchronized, the toolbox shell would vibrate slightly, like Lin Jibai's not-yet-fully-returned body being stitched back together by these specific rules.

Wen Zhaolin also included the words "accountable" in his dictation. He knew this would make it even harder to cover up Tianheng's past grievances in the future, but he didn't delete them.

This time, Zhu Rongtai didn't press the matter further. The silence after the fire subsided seemed to be an acceptance of this clumsy human rule.

As soon as she finished speaking, a fire seed coordinate slowly emerged from the crimson ring on the main screen.

The target location is not Mars.

It's located underground at the west gate of the Aerospace City Exhibition Hall.

That was the location where the pre-buried point of the Zhu Rong embers was discovered in Chapter 95.