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

The landing ship glided low along the far side of the moon, its engine nozzles resembling two nearly extinguished matches.

The fuel alarm beeped every ten seconds, its shrill sound making one's teeth ache. Xu Wangshu disassembled the control panel and connected the backup power cable directly to the attitude control module. Her hands were trembling, not from fear, but from blood loss and exhaustion. Lin Xiaoman knelt beside her, wrapping bandages around her palms, but was stopped halfway through by the view outside the window.

At the edge of the fine white moonlight and dust, the forest of steles stretches endlessly.

Each stele is not tall, yet they are so densely packed that they resemble a sea of ​​white bones. The stele is inscribed with names, numbers, dynasties, professions, and crimes. Some say "died not according to fate," some say "refused to be archived," and some have only a simple judgment: unpredictable.

Lu Chengong's voice was deep: "Are these all people?"

Wen Zhaolin said, "It's because the Heavenly Court doesn't see variables that have value in the human world."

"You knew that before?"

Wen Zhaolin did not answer immediately.

Lu Chengong chuckled, but there was no warmth in his voice: "When you talked about order, you didn't mention that so many people were buried beneath it."

The landing ship suddenly shuddered violently. Its hull grazed a half-buried giant monument, sparks flying silently in the vacuum. Xu Wangshu steadied the control stick, but the lunar map automatically unfolded, translating the nearby inscriptions into modern Chinese characters.

[Repairman 03, kept the crack without authorization, archived.]

[The candidate for warehouse keeper refused to hand over the samples and was archived.]

[Previous generation in the Hou Yi lineage, missed shooting nine suns, archived.]

Lu Chengong stared at the last line, his breath catching in his throat.

A fleeting image emerged from behind the monument. A man clad in old-fashioned execution armor drew back a bow without a string, but the arrowhead wasn't aimed at the mortal realm; instead, it veered towards the power core of the solar array. The next second, the system judged him to have disobeyed orders, inflicting a backlash from the Nine Suns. He knelt in the fine white moonlight dust, ultimately breaking the bow to prevent it from firing any further.

Lu Chenggong's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

He had always believed that the glory of the Hou Yi lineage came from execution. It turns out that there were also those who rebelled within the lineage.

Xu Wangshu lowered her voice and said, "She suddenly realized that the return certificate was not a form, but whether they themselves could bring back what had happened here."

Obstacles immediately appeared. A black verification platform rose in the center of the monument forest, with an eyeless mask hanging on it. It faced the landing ship, and its voice penetrated directly into everyone's minds.

Those returning home, please return the memories of the far side of the moon.

Lin Xiaoman covered her ears: "It wants us to forget about this place."

Wen Zhaolin smiled wryly: "That's fair. The Heavenly Court allows you to return alive, but it doesn't allow you to bring back evidence."

"Fair my ass." Lu Chengong stood up. Of the nine light spots on the broken bow, only two remained, but they were still dazzlingly bright. "I will investigate my ancestors' accounts myself today."

He aimed the bow at the calibration platform, but Xu Wangshu stopped him.

"Don't shoot. It's waiting for a military response. If you make a move, it can categorize us as attackers."

"What should we do then?"

Xu Wangshu pushed the moon painting in front of Lin Xiaoman: "Xiaoman, listen to those steles. Don't listen to the judgments written by the Heavenly Court, listen to the real dreams beneath the steles."

Lin Xiaoman closed her eyes.

At first, there was only background noise. Then, many voices filled the Stele Forest. Repairman 03 said he preserved the crack because there was a child yet to be born on the other side; the candidate for keeper said the sample wasn't a sample, but a person who could cry out in pain; the ancient Hou Yi said that the arrow missing its mark wasn't a mistake, but because he saw the human world standing behind the sun.

These sounds, without any systematic format, seeped into the lunar map one by one.

Xu Wangshu immediately made a record. She wrote down the inscription and the true testimonies side by side, and stamped it with the authority of the lighthouse recorder. The verification platform began to vibrate.

[Testimony invalid. Archived records cannot be altered.]

Wen Zhaolin suddenly stood up. He walked to the Moon Map and raised his Heavenly Balance Founder Authority Ring.

Lu Chengong looked at him coldly: "You want to delete the evidence?"

"I want to add more evidence."

Wen Zhaolin shattered the access ring, revealing an old file encrypted for ten years. It contained images of the Stele Forest that Tianheng had received from the far side of the moon in its early days, long before he publicly launched his business. In the file's notes, there was a line he had written himself: "If the order is restarted, such sacrifices are acceptable."

The cabin was eerily quiet.

Wen Zhaolin lowered his voice and said, "This is evidence of my crimes. Take it back."

The verification platform was unable to process the authorized person who had incriminated himself. A silent crack appeared in the black mask.

Xu Wangshu seized the opportunity to compress all the testimonies from the Stele Forest into a lighthouse return package and sent it to the Moonlit Lighthouse. The light swept in from afar, like a hand pressing down on the Stele Forest.

[The return flight certificate is valid.]

[Consequence: Insufficient fuel for return flight.]

The landing craft regained control, but had already passed the safe zone. Ahead, the outer edge of the Buzhou Mountain wreckage was fully revealed. It wasn't a mountain, but a giant broken pillar spanning the far side of the moon, its surface covered with city-sized maintenance hatches and extinguished divine runes.

Lin Xiaoman suddenly opened her eyes, her face deathly pale.

"My brother is calling us."

Xu Wangshu immediately asked, "What did he say?"

Lin Xiaoman said in a trembling voice, "He said, don't go near the main remains."

Before the words were finished, a maintenance opening on the broken pillar silently lit up with a scarlet light.

A Buzhoushan Project identification beacon, which had been out of use for ten years, actively locked onto the landing ship.

Text pops up on the screen.

[The family of Repairman 07 has arrived.]

[Succession assessment begins.]

Before reaching the outer edge of the wreckage, the landing ship received its last delayed communication from Earth. The signal was broken, leaving only a few incomplete calls: Lunar far side team, status, return window, Tianheng Board of Directors statement. Xu Wangshu did not reply. Not because she didn't want to, but because she knew that any routine return communication could be intercepted by the old lines. She wrote down the contacts, put them in the unsent area of ​​the lunar map, and prepared to check them one by one after returning alive.

As the landing craft swept over the surface of the broken pillar, everyone truly realized how insignificant the words "the ruins of Buzhou Mountain" were. The black structure stretched endlessly, its exposed sections revealing giant ring roads, intricate pipe corridors resembling city blocks, and collapsed gate foundations. Modern spaceships appeared as tiny as specks of iron next to it. Lin Xiaoman heard low, slumbering sounds emanating from the depths of the wreckage, as if many ancient machines were still dreaming, waiting to be activated.

"This is not a legacy," Xu Wangshu murmured. "This is a project that is still alive."

Wen Zhaolin added, "That's why I was so fascinated back then."

Lu Chengong looked at him coldly.

Wen Zhaolin did not argue, but continued, "When humans see something like this, it's hard not to think they've finally found the ladder to the throne. But Lin Wangchuan saw before me that the end of the ladder wasn't the throne, but the control room."

This sentence brought silence to the cabin. Lin Xiaoman hugged her employee badge tightly, and suddenly understood that her father had not been running away during those ten years, but rather, he had been alone in the face of a massive project that was enough to crush a person.

Worse still, after the testimonies from the Stele Forest were entered into the homing bag, slight memory misalignments began to occur inside the landing ship. Lu Chengong momentarily forgot why his bow had broken, and Lin Xiaoman almost called out the name of a stranger, a repairman. Xu Wangshu immediately realized that the testimonies weren't dead data; they carried the last vestiges of those being archived. She forcibly added source tags to each testimonies to prevent them from swallowing the identities of living people. The price was that her lunar map silently cracked again, and her Chang'e candidate privileges decreased by seven percent. But she didn't stop, because once these voices dissipated again, it would be tantamount to a second death.