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

Tianheng Cold Storage is located 80 meters underground in the northern suburbs of the Aerospace City.

On the surface, it's a data center for testing retired engines. It's abandoned on the map, and there's even an old sign at the entrance: Dangerous Area, No Entry.

As soon as Zhao Lin arrived at the entrance, a blue passageway automatically lit up in the underground structure.

Lu Chengong looked at the passage and sneered.

"You rich people are so meticulous about even hiding evidence of your crimes."

Wen Zhaolin did not reply.

He was wearing the dark blue protective suit temporarily issued by the Joint Operations Department, and his hands were still restrained. Qin Lan did not remove his restraints, but only granted him the minimum necessary permissions.

Xu Wangshu walked at the very front.

Her injuries hadn't healed, and her face was very pale, but the moon map in her hand was always scanning.

The first door at the entrance to the cold storage requires the palm print of Wen Zhaolin.

The second requirement is the voiceprint of Tianheng's founder.

When the third door opened, everyone heard a very faint sound of wind.

It's like someone is blowing out a fire from underground.

Xu Wangshu immediately stopped.

"Don't move."

The action team members raised their guns in readiness.

There was no one inside the door.

There were only rows of black server racks, their surfaces covered with fine frost patterns, within which an abnormal dark red light emanated.

Wen Zhaolin said in a low voice, "This isn't how it looked when I left."

"When did it change?"

"have no idea."

Xu Wangshu walked to the nearest cabinet, and as soon as he scanned the moon image, a warning popped up on the screen.

Mixed echoes detected.

[Frequency of debris on the far side of the moon: Low.]

[Unknown fire element frequency: High.]

Lu Chen raised an eyebrow.

"Things from Mars?"

"Very likely."

An automatic announcement suddenly sounded from deep within the cold storage.

Welcome back, Wen Zhaolin.

Wen Zhaolin's expression changed.

Because that sound was not from the Tianheng system.

It was Lin Wangchuan's voice.

If Lin Xiaoman were here, she would definitely cry.

But Xu Wangshu immediately sensed something was wrong.

"It's not a real message," she said. "It's pieced together."

The sound continued the next second.

[The restart of the investigation is incomplete.]

[The coordinates for the fire seed have not been submitted.]

Please complete the human ascension path.

Wen Zhaolin's face darkened completely.

"Someone used Wangchuan's voiceprint to train the cold storage system."

Lu Chengong stared at him.

"Who has the authority?"

Wen Zhaolin did not dodge.

"Tianheng's core board of directors."

Xu Wangshu said coldly, "That includes you too."

"Including me."

That admission sounds really bad.

But no one has time to settle accounts now.

Inside the cold storage, the lights came on one by one, and flame patterns appeared on the floor between the server cabinets. Those patterns didn't resemble modern projections; they looked more like the pathways of an ancient altar.

Xu Wangshu said in a low voice, "This is not a data center."

Wen Zhaolin continued, "It's an offering table."

Tianheng thought he was storing abnormal data.

In fact, they stored a piece of Martian echo in an underground cold storage, allowing it to gradually rewrite the server architecture over ten years.

Qin Lan asked in the remote chat, "Can it be unplugged?"

Xu Wangshu looked at the moon painting.

"We can't just disconnect it. The thermal frequency is already mixed with the cold storage's power supply system, and a forced disconnection might spread the echo into the city's power grid."

Lu Chengong clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"We can't fight again."

"You can hit people," Xu Wangshu said.

"Who?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than footsteps echoed from deep within the cold storage.

A group of people wearing protective suits with the old Tianheng logo came out. The leader was a man around fifty years old with a temporary director's badge hanging on his chest.

He saw Wen Zhaolin and smiled slightly.

"Mr. Wen, you're back."

Wen Zhaolin's voice was cold.

"He Jing".

The man looked at his restraints, his smile deepening.

"It seems you are no longer suitable to be a decision-maker at Tianheng."

Lu Chengong asked in a low voice, "Can we use this?"

Xu Wangshu: "Okay."

Before Lu Chengong could make a move, He Jing had already raised his hand.

The cold storage server cabinet popped open simultaneously, revealing not hard drives, but thin, reddish-black sheets, resembling burnt oracle bones.

"The Northern Heavenly Gate has already begun to scrutinize the human world," He Jing said. "You're still busy proving that the human world is chaotic yet free. But freedom can't save people."

Wen Zhaolin looked at him and it was as if he saw his past self being copied into an even colder shell.

"So you want to submit the coordinates of the Fire Seed?"

He Jing smiled.

"Not submit."

"It's an invitation."

Xu Wangshu's eyes turned cold.

"Who should we invite?"

The fire patterns behind He Jing lit up at the same time.

The pieced-together voice of Lin Wangchuan rang out again.

[The Zhurong Terrace awaits ignition.]

A hidden screen was revealed in the cold storage dome.

Below the Mars orbital coordinates, two words slowly emerged.

[The spark.]