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

After the outer shell of Xuan Niao No. 3 opened a crack, no flames were emitted.

There was no explosion.

There is no mythical platform.

Only a tiny, dark red glow hung quietly inside the satellite's core module.

It is not like a spark.

It's more like a piece of charcoal that's about to go out.

The robotic arm of Tianheng's maintenance star was parked outside the core module, only thirty centimeters away from the faint light. Wen Qingyue did not immediately try to snatch it, because Lin Wangchuan's message had been synchronized to the public channel, and everyone heard the sentence—"First ask if Huo is willing to wake up."

That statement is utterly absurd.

Why would fire agree?

After experiencing the cold storage of the Moon Palace, the Nuwa Mending the Sky Bureau, and the Dream Network of the Southern Heavenly Gate, no one dares to easily say that a remnant of a myth has no choice.

Xu Wangshu granted permission to record.

[The core contact principle of Xuan Niao No. 3: Inquiry first.]

Wen Qingyue immediately objected.

[The spark is not a personified entity; asking about it is meaningless.]

Lin Jibai's voice came from the toolbox.

"Your Tianheng team used to say that Xiaoman was a sample."

Wen Qingyue remained silent for half a second.

[The sample is different from the tinder.]

Xu Wangshu said coldly, "That's why we should ask even more."

Lu Chen's arrow stopped near the mechanical contacts, not venturing any further. He looked terrible; the third shot had nearly drained his recently recovered Hou Yi skills. The broken bow fragments, held in place by the safety mechanism, continued to vibrate at a low frequency.

"How should I ask?" he asked.

Lin Xiaoman looked at the DreamNet listening interface.

In the dream, the dim red light wasn't fire, but a curled-up little bird. The bird's feathers were charred black, and a broken sun pattern was pressed under its wing. It didn't cry out, but simply buried its head deep inside.

"It's sleeping," Xiaoman said softly.

Xu Wangshu asked, "Can you hear what's happening outside?"

"have no idea."

Lin Jibai suddenly said, "Use human voices."

Xu Wangshu understood what he meant.

They once delivered the sounds of hospital curtains, dripping water from exhibition halls, and the heartbeat of toolboxes to the edge of the cold storage. These weren't mythical commands, but proof that humanity still exists.

What should I give this time?

Lin Jibai said, "Sending off the sound of water from the west gate."

Qin Lan immediately connected to the underground water mark sampling at the west gate of the exhibition hall.

Tick.

Tick.

The ordinary sound of water seepage was compressed, calibrated, and sent to the core module of Xuan Niao No. 3 via a three-knock protocol.

The dim red light flickered slightly.

Lin Xiaoman opened her eyes wide.

"It heard it."

Lin Jibai added, "It's the sound of a repair hammer being delivered."

The technician paused for a moment, then pulled up the audio of Lin Jibai smashing the DreamNet simulator.

boom.

The faint light flickered again.

Lu Chenggong couldn't help but glance at the toolbox: "You asked about fire, using the sound of smashing something?"

"This is called manually stopping the sound in the human world."

Xu Wangshu's lips twitched slightly, but she didn't laugh.

She added a final sound.

During the previous ground projection test, Lin Jibai said when he touched the table: "The table is a little cold."

As those words entered the core module, the dim red light finally rose a sliver.

In the dream network, the charred little bird opened its eyes.

It did not fly towards Zhurongtai, nor towards Tianheng Guardian Star.

It looked toward the small window through which Lin Xiaoman was listening in.

The fiery red ancient characters slowly appeared on the main screen.

[Fire does not wish to return to Taiwan.]

[The fire is willing to listen to the world.]

Inside the main control room, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next line of text appears immediately afterward.

But the fire has already been hunted.

Outside of Xuan Niao III, the Tianheng Maintenance Star suddenly went out of control.

It was not Wen Qingyue who gave the order.

Its system was taken over by another, older fragment of the Nine Days signal, and the robotic arm suddenly pierced the core module.

Lu Chengong's pupils contracted.

"It's not Tianheng!"

The crimson halo around Zhurong Terrace suddenly expanded.

The Deep Space Divine Court observation interface displayed a red warning for the first time.

[The fragments of the nine-day resurrection have spontaneously awakened.]

[Objective: Seize the fire.]

When that faint red light rose a sliver, Lin Jibai suddenly had a very strange feeling.

It is not like the Old Gods system.

The Old God System was always in a hurry to name, archive, judge, and demand answers from the mortal realm. But this flame didn't urge anyone. It had been hidden inside Xuan Niao No. 3 for ten years, with Lin Wangchuan's brakes, the artificial contact points left unintentionally by Lin Jibai, the watermarks at the west gate of the exhibition hall, and the fire imprint at the bottom of Xiaoman Dream Network.

These things are not cages.

It's more like layers of blankets clumsily wrapped around something.

Perhaps Lin Wangchuan was not the one who sealed the fire seed back then.

Instead, it's letting it take a nap.

Xu Wangshu kept the six characters "fire is willing to listen to the human world" separately, and added restrictions.

Hearing is not the same as being awakened.

Willingness to listen does not equate to willingness to use.

No organization may use the fire response as a basis for ownership.

Wen Qingyue did not object immediately.

Because the spark has already denied returning to Taiwan and has not chosen Tianheng, the space she can fight for is shrinking.

But the real danger doesn't come from her.

Lu Chengong was the first to sense that something was wrong.

His broken bow fragments suddenly stopped vibrating.

It's not peaceful.

It's like prey smelling a bigger hunter, holding back even its instincts.

In the dream network, the charred little bird looked up towards the higher place. Above the white corridor, a thin golden-red crack appeared, but instead of the crimson furnace light of the Zhurong Platform, it was a kind of sunlight that was so dazzling that it was almost cruel.

Lu Chengong's voice was hoarse.

"The fragments of the nine suns are not here to fetch fire."

Xu Wangshu looked at him.

"What is that?"

"It will put the fire back into the arrow."

As soon as those words were spoken, the first solar flare lit up in the dark depths of near-Earth orbit.

The moment the robotic arm pierced the core module, Xuan Niao III did not retaliate.

It's too old.

So old that even the defense system was like a sluggish old man, only able to issue intermittent alarms. A dim red glow was shrouded by the golden verification ring at the tip of the robotic arm, and the charred little bird in the dream network abruptly folded its wings.

Lin Xiaoman bent over in pain.

"It's been strangled!"

The sun pattern rapidly appeared in Lu Chengong's eyes, and the broken bow fragments almost broke through the stabilization shield. The active awakening of the nine sun fragments was like an ancestral command to the Houyi sequence, or the scream of prey. It demanded that Lu Chengong fire immediately, sever the mechanical arm, break open the core chamber, and awaken the spark.

But Lu Chengong just proved that Hou Yi did not hunt fire.

He pressed down firmly on the confirmation bar, preventing the arrow from being fired.

"Xu Wangshu!"

"Refusal to use seats is in progress."

Xu Wangshu's voice was also strained to its limit.

She knew very well that the Refusal Seat was not an attack system. It could only prevent humans from actively using the fire, but it could not directly intercept the remnants of the Nine Suns from seizing the fire.

Lin Jibai's single-handed projection pressed against the power of cessation, the edges of his fingertips constantly cracking.

"Then break the chain."

The blue light from the fragments of Nuwa surged.

A broken chain on the Gonggong side could lead to damage to the core module of Xuan Niao III.

Lin Jibai stared at the slowly opening solar arrow in near-Earth orbit.

Write it down.

"The cost is public."

"Human responsibility".

Xu Wangshu didn't ask him if he was sure. She knew that when Lin Jibai said "the price will be made public," he had already put the choice on the table. What really needed confirmation was not his courage, but whether humanity was prepared to acknowledge what this broken chain would damage, what it would save, and who would repair it.

Lin Jibai's one-handed projection appeared instantly and pressed on the stop power.

Xu Wangshu simultaneously initiated the refusal to use the seats.

The charred little bird in Lin Xiaoman's dream net let out its first cry.

Meanwhile, in near-Earth orbit, a real solar arrow slowly unfolds from the darkness.