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

When the Mars orbital coordinates appeared, everyone in the joint technical module fell silent.

Xu Wangshu checked the result three times, but it remained unchanged.

The coordinates are not within the Earth-Moon system.

It points to an area of ​​airspace near Mars' orbit.

There were no known large probes, no publicly registered spacecraft, and no facilities that could connect with the old Heavenly Court.

Qin Lan asked, "Misleading?"

"Maybe," Xu Wangshu said, "but maybe not."

Wen Zhaolin's expression changed little by little as he looked at the string of numbers.

Xu Wangshu immediately caught his reaction.

"You know?"

Wen Zhaolin remained silent.

Lu Chenggong sneered, "Even now, you still want to hide?"

Wen Zhaolin raised his head.

"I am not Tibetan."

"What is that?" Lin Xiaoman asked.

"I'm not sure if that thing is real."

Xu Wangshu projected the coordinates in front of him.

"Now tell me."

Wen Zhaolin looked at the Martian orbital space and said in a low voice, "Tianheng did not receive the first abnormal signal from the far side of the moon."

The cabin was quiet.

This statement carries significant weight.

Because all past evidence pointed to the far side of the moon: the remains of Buzhou Mountain, the South Heavenly Gate, the Guanghan Palace, the lighthouse, and the archived stele forest. Everyone had always thought that the far side of the moon was the source.

According to Zhao Lin, the earliest anomaly Tian Heng received did not originate from the far side of the moon.

"Where are you from?" Xu Wangshu asked.

"Mars direction."

Lin Xiaoman subconsciously looked at the screen.

The Mars orbital coordinates appear as a cold red dot, suspended in the center of the main screen.

Wen Zhaolin continued, "Ten years ago, in the early stages of the Buzhou Mountain Project, when we were tracking low-frequency signals on the far side of the moon, we captured an echo from the direction of Mars. That echo lasted only thirteen seconds, and the content was not ancient Chinese characters, but a set of burning patterns."

Lu Chenggong frowned: "A burning pattern?"

"It's like fire," Wen Zhaolin said. "And like a platform too."

Xu Wangshu's fingers stopped.

"Zhurong".

Wen Zhaolin glanced at her.

"Lin Wangchuan said the same thing at the time."

Even Lin Xiaoman was stunned.

"Does my dad know about the Mars line?"

"He had his doubts," Wen Zhaolin said, "but at that time all our resources were drawn to the debris on the far side of the moon, and nobody was willing to chase after a thirteen-second Martian noise."

"And you?" Xu Wangshu asked.

Wen Zhaolin lowered his head.

"I didn't chase after him either."

He was so eager to build Mount Buzhou, so eager to prove that he could lead humanity into a higher order. Any anomalies that did not serve this goal were categorized as secondary.

But now, the North Heavenly Gate points its coordinates to the orbit of Mars.

This means that the far side of the moon is not the whole picture.

The old Heavenly Court is not the whole story.

The human world has been targeted by a larger deep-space mythology network.

Qin Lan quickly regained her composure.

"Is there a record?"

Wen Zhaolin nodded.

"There should be backups in Tianheng's deep cold storage."

"Can you adjust it?"

"I need my permissions and the board root key."

Lu Chengong scoffed.

"Do you still have a board of directors?"

Wen Zhaolin did not refute.

Tianheng had long been out of control. Those remaining high-ranking officials even wanted to submit the human representatives before the inspectors could, so there was no way they would voluntarily hand over the root key.

Qin Lan looked at the technical team.

"Can we force a retrieval?"

The technician shook his head: "Tianheng Cold Storage is a separate underground facility, isolated from the external network. We can only access it on-site."

Xu Wangshu looked up.

"Then let's go."

Qin Lan frowned: "Your current physical condition is not suitable for movement."

"Beitianmen won't wait for me to get an IV drip."

She has said this once before.

Qin Lan looked at her and remained silent for two seconds.

"I'll send someone."

"No," Wen Zhaolin suddenly said. "That cold storage facility isn't an ordinary data center. It received the echoes from the far side of the moon, and it also received that Martian echo. Anyone who hasn't experienced the far side of the moon could easily be misjudged as having intrusion material by the old protocols."

Lin Xiaoman sat up straight, supporting herself on the edge of the bed.

"I'll go too."

"Aren't you going?" Xu Wangshu and Qin Lan spoke almost simultaneously.

Lin Xiaoman gritted her teeth: "But I can hear my dreams."

"So you absolutely can't go." Xu Wangshu looked at her. "Right now, both the North Heavenly Gate and the Mars coordinates are looking for an interface. If you go out, it'll be like leaving a key hanging at the door."

Lin Xiaoman's eyes reddened, but she did not refute.

She knew Xu Wangshu was right.

The team was finally decided.

Xu Wangshu, Lu Chenggong, Wen Zhaolin, plus the joint action team dispatched by Qin Lan.

Lin Xiaoman remained on the rescue ship to continue maintaining the dream-sounding alert network.

Before leaving, Lin Jibai's lighthouse echoed softly.

[Dr. Xu.]

Xu Wangshu stopped.

[Don't confront the Mars guy head-on.]

"What do you know?"

The lighthouse remained silent for a moment.

I heard the sound of fire once while I was in the heart chamber of Buzhou Mountain.

Xu Wangshu's heart sank.

"When?"

[Before ramming the door.]

This statement was like a deeper nail.

This indicates that the Zhu Rong line is not a recent phenomenon.

It was already hidden deep within the heart chamber of Buzhou Mountain long before the South Heavenly Gate was reopened.

Xu Wangshu closed the painting of the moon, his voice very soft.

"I'll go find it."