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

The lamp was very small.

So small that if you placed it on any dark street on Earth, it would just look like a street lamp that's about to run out of power.

But on the far side of the moon, in the deathly silence after the South Heavenly Gate closed, when it lit up, everyone looked up.

The light was neither gold nor cold white.

It's like warm light shining through a window in the human world.

It has a lively, homey feel.

It has temperature.

She has a stubborn streak that is a bit unreasonable.

Xu Wangshu knelt in the moonlight, staring blankly at the lamp.

The shattered moon map unfolded automatically, and the incomplete cold storage number, the South Heavenly Gate access, the crack in the Heavenly Pillar, and the echo of the human dream were all strung together by that lamp.

Lin Xiaoman raised her tear-streaked face: "What is that?"

Wen Zhaolin's voice was hoarse: "Lighthouse."

Nobody was looking at him.

He stood not far away, his suit torn, his protective aura of rules long gone, like an ordinary person who had finally fallen from his pedestal.

"The Southern Heavenly Gate is not completely closed," he said. "It has been rewritten."

Xu Wangshu stared at the light: "Who rewrote it?"

Wen Zhaolin remained silent.

The answer lies in everyone's heart, yet it seems shrouded in mist.

They knew someone had been here.

I know that person crashed the restart.

I know that person said, "The human world is not under the jurisdiction of Heaven."

But that person's face, voice, and many details were completely erased by the old Heavenly Court.

Only the name remains on the moon map.

Lin Jibai.

Xu Wangshu reached out and touched the light.

A faint echo came from behind.

"Don't touch it, it's hot."

She froze abruptly.

The voice was soft, with a hint of laughter, as if it came from a very, very far place.

Her tears immediately fell.

"Lin Jibai?"

The light flickered.

There was no complete answer.

But there's an extra line of text on the moon map.

[Initial recorder for the Moon's Far Side Lighthouse: Xu Wangshu.]

[Lighthouse Core Echo: Lin Jibai]

[Functions: Monitors the Southern Heavenly Gate, records human testimonies, and refuses one-way custody.]

Lin Xiaoman rushed to the lamp: "Brother! Are you in there?"

The light fell gently on her forehead.

She heard a fragmented sentence.

"Xiaoman...go home...get some sleep..."

Lin Xiaoman cried even harder: "I don't want you to be my lamp!"

The light flickered, as if someone was sighing helplessly.

Lu Chenggong dragged his burned right arm as he walked over.

He looked at the lamp, then suddenly bent down and stuck the broken, stringless bow next to it.

"Hou Yi's Sequence of Lu Chen Bow, I owe you a life."

The light flickered twice.

The moon image translates into a sentence.

[Keep accounts.]

Lu Chengong was stunned for a moment, then laughed and scolded, "Even in this situation, you're still keeping accounts?"

Xu Wangshu laughed, but then she felt like crying again.

Lin Wangchuan's body had disappeared beneath the South Heavenly Gate.

Only an old employee badge remained, lying in the moonlight.

Buzhou Mountain Project - Repairman 07.

There is a line of small handwritten words on the back.

If I don't go home, tell Ji Bai not to follow my example.

Xu Wangshu picked up the employee ID card and placed it under the lamp.

The name tag is covered by light.

A brief, lingering image of the father appears.

Lin Wangchuan stood in the laboratory from ten years ago, smiling wearily at the camera.

"It is already white, and the Lesser Fullness of Grain has arrived."

"If you're reading this, it means Dad messed things up again."

"I've repaired a lot of things in my life: machines, circuits, models, and the remains of celestial pillars."

"I only realized later that some things can't be fixed completely."

"Only in an incomplete world can we have the opportunity to grow and improve."

The image is looking in a certain direction, as if it's seeing the son as he's grown up.

"Don't guard the gate for me."

"Keep moving forward."

The images faded away.

Lin Xiaoman held her employee ID card in her arms.

Wen Zhaolin suddenly walked towards the South Heavenly Gate.

Lu Chengong immediately raised his broken bow: "What else do you want to do?"

Wen Zhaolin stopped.

He looked at the lamp and whispered, "I want to see what I really lost to."

Xu Wangshu said coldly, "I lost to someone."

Wen Zhaolin smiled bitterly.

"Life is too hard."

"So you choose to give up on people."

These words carry more weight than an arrow.

Wen Zhaolin remained silent for a long time before looking up in a direction invisible to the earth.

"I will not apologize," he said. "My judgment was wrong, but my problems remain. The world is still chaotic, and it will continue to drive countless people to the brink of despair."

Xu Wangshu said, "So we are changing it, not handing it over."

Wen Zhaolin looked at her: "How long can you hold out?"

The lights suddenly flickered on.

A line of text appeared on the moon image.

If you can't hold the line, call for backup.

Xu Wangshu was taken aback.

Then she understood the true meaning of the moonlit lighthouse.

One person cannot guard the gate for everyone.

It was not Lin Jibai who became the new sacrifice.

Instead, the South Heavenly Gate was changed from a one-way entrance to the Heavenly Court into a beacon that can be seen, monitored, and witnessed by all people on Earth.

Every time the old Heavenly Court wants to restart, it must face the testimonies of the mortal world.

Face those who are not neat, not perfect, not quantifiable, but who have truly lived.

A tremor came from the direction of the Moon Palace.

The mechanical jade rabbits did not attack again.

They lined up in a row, bowing their heads toward the lighthouse.

Countless ancient god remains in the cold storage also watched silently.

The voice of the Rain Master with a sallow face came through the communication.

"The light is on."

"The Chang'e people have waited for many years."

Xu Wangshu stood up.

She wiped away her tears and put the moon painting away.

"Xu Wangshu, the first recorder of the Moonlit Lighthouse, established the initial files."

She said, word by word:

"The South Heavenly Gate is closed."

"Mount Buzhou has not been fully restored."

"The core of the Earth-Moon Ladder has been destroyed."

"Repairman 07 Lin Wangchuan, confirmed dead."

"Gonggong variable Lin Jibai, death not confirmed."

The lights flickered gently.

Xu Wangshu paused for a moment and then added a sentence.

"His signal is just temporarily bad."

Lin Xiaoman finally stopped crying and started smiling.

In the distance, the wreckage of the Tianheng landing ship is still usable.

They must return to Earth.

Humans are still unaware of what has happened on the far side of the moon.

Tianheng Group will not disappear.

Wen Zhaolin did not truly admit defeat.

Lin Jibai, however, is left with only an echo trapped in the lighthouse.

Xu Wangshu walked to the lamp and whispered, "Let's go back and find a way to get you out of the lamp."

The light flickered.

Translation of the lunar map:

Don't rush.

The moon is watching us.

Xu Wangshu frowned: "What do you mean?"

The lights suddenly went out.

At the bottom of the entire far side of the moon, a ring of star charts that had never been seen before appeared.

It's not Nantianmen (South Heaven Gate).

It's not the Moon Palace.

It is not Mount Buzhou.

The star chart points to deeper darkness.

Meanwhile, on Earth, all observatories around the world received the same ancient signal from deep space.

The signal consists of only six characters.

The Northern Heavenly Gate is opening.

In the moonlit lighthouse, Lin Jibai's last echo gently resounded.

"Don't look up."

This time, it's not the moon.