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

The red dot on Mars' orbit lit up for only one second.

But that one second was enough to trigger an alarm for all global deep space observation systems.

It is not in any public calendar.

It is also unlike any known detector.

When the red dot appeared, the background temperature of the surrounding space rose slightly, and the infrared band showed a strange stepped waveform, as if someone had struck an ancient bell in the far distance.

Xu Wangshu stared at the data, her first reaction not being fear.

Yes, it's confirmed.

"It is responding."

Qin Lan's voice came through the remote channel.

"Zhurong Terrace?"

"Or part of the Zhurong Terrace," Xu Wangshu said. "He Jing failed to ignite it, but the investigation at Beitianmen triggered its passive response."

Lu Chengong leaned against the wall, his face even paler than before.

"If passive responses are like this, what will happen if you actually activate them?"

Xu Wangshu did not answer.

Because the lunar chart has already provided a preliminary projection.

If the Zhurong Terrace is forcibly ignited in an unstable state, the fiery echoes will spread along Mars' orbit and then, via the fragments of the nine suns, connect to the Earth-Moon system in reverse. At that point, the Houyi sequence will be forced to respond, and the fragments of the nine suns may also reform into the Judgment Array.

Simply put...

The Northern Heavenly Gate came to examine the human world.

He Jing almost woke up an even greater danger.

Wen Zhaolin sat on the ground, his arm frostbitten from the low temperature, and medical staff were giving him emergency treatment. After hearing the deduction, his face turned ashen.

"This is what Lin Wangchuan said back then."

Xu Wangshu turned his head.

"What did he say?"

"He said that the mythological systems are not unrelated," Wen Zhaolin said in a hoarse voice. "Mount Buzhou is not the only old project. It's like a broken main line, connecting many backup systems. If you touch one, it will disturb another."

"Why didn't you say so before?" Lu Chenggong asked coldly.

Wen Zhaolin paused for a moment.

"Because I thought he was exaggerating the risks back then."

"You thought there were so many things back then."

That statement hit the nail on the head.

Wen Zhaolin did not refute.

The fire patterns in the cold storage had been mostly sealed off, and He Jing had been taken away. But everyone knew that the real problems were just beginning.

The Zhurong Terrace is not something that should be resolved in this volume.

But it has already been targeted by Beitianmen.

Xu Wangshu had to figure out exactly how much Mars had seen before he could fully read the Martian coordinates from Beitianmen.

She put the Mars red dot waveform, the Tianheng thirteen-second echo, and Lin Wangchuan's old doubtful records together.

When the three sets of data are overlaid, an ancient annotation suddenly appears on the lunar chart.

Fire does not obey.

There are only four characters.

Lin Xiaoman whispered in the remote channel, "It seems to be saying, 'Don't command it.'"

Xu Wangshu nodded.

"That's right."

Zhu Rongtai may not be a weapon.

Or rather, it was once designed as a kind of defense system, but the core rule was not to obey ignition, but to refuse to be forced to use.

This is very similar to the logic Lin Jibai used when he reformed the succession system.

True human insurance should not rely on one person burning forever.

Nor should a ball of fire be turned into a tool of command.

Qin Lan quickly made arrangements.

"Seale Tianheng Cold Storage, freeze the authority of He Jing and related directors, and transfer all Fire Coordinate Fragments to the Joint Department's offline warehouse."

"In addition, establish the Mars Red Dot Special Task Force."

Xu Wangshu looked up.

"I'll participate."

"No," Qin Lan said.

Xu Wangshu frowned.

Qin Lan's voice was very steady.

"Your most important task right now is not to chase Mars, but to keep Lin Jibai under control."

These words caused Xu Wangshu to fall silent for a moment.

She subconsciously glanced at the corner of the moon painting.

There, the status of "Lin Jibai's recovery mission" is still in the first stage: identity stable.

The progress is only 19 percent.

The lighthouse echoed very faintly.

Qin is right.

Xu Wangshu said coldly, "Shut up."

I didn't run away.

"You're in the shadows now, so your words aren't convincing."

Lu Chengong laughed until his wounds ached.

But the laughter was quickly interrupted by a new alarm.

The patrol shadow did not continue to approach Earth.

After it came to a stop in near-Earth orbit, it suddenly sent a narrow, dark beam of light toward the far side of the moon.

The destination is not Nantianmen.

It's not a lighthouse either.

It was the archives on the outer edge of Buzhou Mountain that they had just left.

Xu Wangshu's expression changed drastically.

"It needs to check the archives."

Lin Xiaoman immediately asked, "What's there?"

Xu Wangshu looked at the moon painting.

"Original document on succession system".

Wen Zhaolin added a sentence.

"And Lin Wangchuan's counter-evidence documents."

Lu Chengong cursed.

If the inspectors tamper with the archives, all previous rules regarding non-permanent succession, refusal to hand over the master coordinates, and Lin Jibai's recovery will be contaminated.

Qin Lan made a decisive decision.

"Can you back up remotely?"

Xu Wangshu shook his head.

"The archives refuse conventional remote transmission."

"What should we do then?"

The lighthouse on the far side of the moon flashed.

Lin Jibai's echo slowly emerged.

Wow.

Xu Wangshu's expression changed instantly.

"no."

I'm nearby.

"You are the person being recycled, not a field worker."

[Dr. Xu.]

His voice suddenly became a little more serious.

If the archives are altered, I truly won't be able to come back.

Xu Wangshu gripped the moon painting tightly.

She knew he was telling the truth.

The inspector's slash was aimed at cutting off his way home.