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

As soon as the word "clear" was uttered, the defensive cannons on the training ground simultaneously turned towards Lin Jibai.

Red dots covered his chest, brow, and knees.

Some people retreated.

Some people are excited.

Lu Chengong's right eye suddenly shone with golden light, as if an invisible arrow was truly lodged in his pupil.

Lin Jibai did not move.

It's not that he's not afraid.

He suddenly heard another sound.

It's not a base alert.

It's the sound of water.

Vast, cold, the sound of water falling from the sky.

Boom!

The patterns on the black pillar lit up.

The training ground in front of Lin Jibai was shattered.

The lights, the cannon muzzles, and the shadows were all swept away by an ancient torrential rain.

He stood on a high platform that seemed to stretch to the horizon.

The ground beneath my feet is not solid ground.

It's clouds.

Beneath the clouds, countless cities are arranged like a chessboard. Above each city hangs a golden thread. The thread connects to a vast palace deep in the sky, where there are cold white doors and countless faceless writers.

They are writing.

Describe a person's birth.

To describe a person's illness.

Describing people's marriages.

To write down a person's lifespan.

Write down who should be poor, who should be rich, who should encounter which disaster at what age, and who should be archived on what day.

A voice echoed in the clouds.

"There are too many variables in human affairs."

"The noise of fate is too loud."

"Unified verification is recommended."

"I suggest entrusting it to someone else."

Lin Jibai felt a tightness in his chest.

He looked down and saw countless figures kneeling in the city.

They did not cry out.

Because they didn't even know their fate had been rewritten.

A child has just learned to walk when a thread flashes above his head, locking in his trajectory for the next thirty years.

An old man who should have lived ten more years had his thread cut and his name removed from the city register.

A woman pushed open a door in the fire, which could have saved her daughter, but a cinnabar brush fell from the sky, slowing her steps by a moment.

Take a breath.

That's a lifetime.

Lin Jibai suddenly looked up.

At the far end of the platform stood a gigantic figure.

Red hair, black armor, and a broken bronze chain slung over his shoulder.

He wasn't the raging brute from the legends.

He was too quiet.

It was as quiet as a mountain about to collapse.

Someone knelt behind him, their voice trembling.

"Lord Gonggong, the Heavenly Court has taken over the fate books of ninety percent of the mortals. If the pillar of heaven is broken now, chaos will ensue on earth, floods will fall, and the divine system will collapse."

Gonggong gazed at the white gate deep within the sky.

"If this continues, the human world will no longer be the human world."

"But many people will die."

"Being written to death is different from dying by running into a car while still alive."

Gonggong turned back.

In that instant, Lin Jibai felt that he saw himself.

"Those who come after, remember this."

"The broken pillar was not for destruction."

"It's to give humanity the right to make mistakes again."

The next moment, Gonggong charged towards Tianzhu.

That's not a mountain.

It is a colossal structure that spans heaven and earth, connecting the far side of the moon with the human world. Countless threads of destiny pass through the pillars, like blood vessels, transporting the human world to the heavens.

The moment Gonggong crashed into it, Lin Jibai heard the sound of countless threads snapping.

It wasn't a roar.

It was the sound of crying.

It was also laughter.

The heavens and earth tilted.

A huge wound appeared on the far side of the moon.

The South Heavenly Gate closed in the firelight.

A woman's voice came from afar: "Cold storage open, anomaly report filed, guards in position."

Another voice rang out: "Begin mending the sky. Preserve the cracks; complete repairs are prohibited."

Lin Jibai suddenly opened his eyes.

The training ground is still there.

The cannon was still pointed at him.

However, the red light on the surface of the black pillar had turned into a dark cyan color.

The mechanical sound from the base stuttered three times.

"Clear command conflicts".

"The Gonggong-side variable has a column break exemption."

"Clear Cancel"

The entire room fell silent.

Lin Jibai's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and the metal ring on his wrist was burning hot. He looked at Lu Chenggong: "The Gonggong you speak of, is he a sinner?"

Lu Chengong frowned: "He broke the pillar of heaven, causing the mythical era to collapse and the human world to lose its chance to ascend to another dimension."

"Dimensional ascension?" Lin Jibai laughed. "Writing everyone's fate into a system, that's called dimensional ascension?"

Zhou Lie scoffed, "Without order, people will only kill each other. Look at the world now—war, fraud, disease, disaster—which of these is lacking?"

"So what?" Lin Jibai countered, "Give the choice to an old system on the far side of the moon? Let it decide who should live, who should die, and who deserves to be saved?"

"At least it's fair," someone said.

Lin Jibai looked at the man: "So fair that my sister was received as an abnormal sample? So fair that over three hundred people on the list failed to adapt? So fair that you don't even call death death, you call it archiving?"

The man fell silent.

Lu Chengong stared at Lin Jibai: "What did you see?"

"The human world before Gonggong struck the pillar."

Upon hearing this, Xu Wangshu's expression changed.

She strode forward: "Details."

"Threads of fate, a white palace, a faceless writer. And one more thing—there are too many variables in the world; I suggest entrusting it to someone else."

Xu Wangshu's fingers trembled slightly.

"It is consistent with the fragments in the Moon Soil Crystal Grid."

She looked at the black pillar.

"Gonggong was not simply a destroyer. He was severing some kind of destiny management system."

Lu Chenggong said coldly, "That's only one side of the story."

"Then let me see the other side." Lin Jibai pointed to the training ground. "Aren't you going to train adaptants? Come on. Don't make me sit in a classroom listening to your myths. I'll do my own research, train myself, and judge for myself."

He looked at the dome monitor.

"Wen Zhaolin, if you want me to believe in your order, don't just show me filtered data."

A few seconds later, Wen Zhaolin's voice rang out again.

"Lin Jibai is permitted to enter Level 1 training."

Training Program: Echo Control of Tianzhu (Heavenly Pillar)

"Sparring partner: Lu Chen Gong".

Lu Chengong finally revealed a cold smile.

He walked to the center of the field and raised his hand in a gesture of respect.

Above the dome, a golden trajectory slowly lit up, as if an unseen sun had been locked onto by his gaze.

"The communicator variable," he said. "I hope you're not just all talk."

Lin Jibai moved his burning wrists.

From deep within the black pillar, the faint sound of water could be heard echoing.

He took a step forward.

"What a coincidence."

"I come from an equipment repair background, and I'm best at dismantling the wiring that other people have hidden."