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

In the first second after the three-minute Martian echo was leaked, all nodes involved in the reconnaissance heard the sound of fire.

It wasn't heard with the ears.

It's in the brain.

It's like someone lit a very thin match deep in your consciousness.

Xu Wangshu immediately cut off her external audio, but it was too late. A red wasteland flashed before her eyes, with countless figures standing with their backs to her, each holding a ball of fire in their hands.

The fires did not illuminate them.

Instead, it burned their faces blank.

The moon map is alarming rapidly.

Deep space echo contamination.

Please close the cognitive channel immediately.

Qin Lan sternly ordered on the public channel: "Disconnect all nodes! Don't listen! Don't attempt to analyze!"

However, the echo had already leaked out of the sandbox after only three minutes.

Wen Qingyue's move was too ruthless.

She knew perfectly well that ordinary nodes couldn't withstand the full echo, yet she deliberately released it. If chaos broke out in the multi-node network on Earth, she could then prove that complex human nodes couldn't handle deep space communication and that specialized institutions like Tianheng had to take over.

Xu Wangshu bit the tip of her tongue, pulling herself back from the illusion of the sea of ​​fire.

"Lin Xiaoman!"

Lin Xiaoman did not reply immediately.

Xu Wangshu's heart tightened.

"Grain Buds!"

A few seconds later, Lin Xiaoman's voice, trembling with sobs, finally came through.

"I am here."

"Don't listen to the fire."

"I didn't hear it," Lin Xiaoman said, panting. "It's looking for someone who can burn."

These words sent a chill down Xu Wangshu's spine.

A three-minute echo is not ordinary information.

It is searching for a desire that can be ignited.

Fear, anger, the desire to win, the desire to protect others, the desire to solve all problems with a single fire—any emotion strong enough to warrant sacrificing boundaries can be used as fuel.

This is precisely where the danger of Zhurong Terrace lies.

Fire is not evil.

But it can be fueled by misguided desires.

Lu Chengong suffered the most severe impact.

His Hou Yi fragment suddenly shone brightly, and the counter-control signal of the nine sun fragments reappeared through the three-minute echo. He saw nine suns hanging in the sky above the earth, and as long as he drew his bow, he could burn all the censorship, all the Northern Heavenly Gate, and all the remnants of the Heavenly Balance to ashes.

It looks so tempting.

More tempting than obedience.

Because this time it wasn't Heaven that ordered him to shoot.

He wanted to shoot himself.

Lu Chengong slowly raised his hand.

When Xu Wangshu noticed, his expression changed drastically.

"The Sinking Bow!"

He heard it, but it was as if there was a layer of fire between him and it.

Lin Xiaoman suddenly cried out, "Brother Lu, you said you'd get a new bow!"

This statement was like a bucket of cold water.

Lu Chengong's hand stopped.

New bow.

A new shell that disobeys the Heavenly Court's orders.

He hasn't done it yet.

He cannot be led away by a fire now.

He gritted his teeth and pressed the broken bow fragments hard into the ground fixing buckle.

"Houyi sequence self-locking!"

The fragment shone brightly to its limit, then suddenly dimmed.

He fell to the ground, his forehead covered in sweat.

"If anyone sets another fire for me, I'll kill them."

Xu Wangshu breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly turned to Wen Zhaolin.

Wen Zhaolin is also wrong.

Unlike Lu Chengong, he was not ignited by the urge to fight.

He became quieter.

It was eerily quiet.

What the three-minute echo showed him was probably a world he had once dreamed of: no one argued anymore, no one made mistakes, the flames burned away the chaos, leaving only clear order.

Xu Wangshu walked up to him.

"Wen Zhaolin."

He didn't react.

"What did you see?"

Wen Zhaolin said softly, "A world without a record book."

Xu Wangshu coldly replied, "Is it that there's no archival stele, or that there's no one who would object?"

Wen Zhaolin's pupils contracted.

The illusion shattered.

He suddenly closed his eyes, his breathing becoming rapid.

"Feel sorry."

"I don't have time to listen to your apologies right now," Xu Wangshu said. "I need to help block the echoes."

"How do we get stuck in traffic?"

Xu Wangshu looked at the moon painting.

"Use the thirteenth second."

Within the thirteen-second original echo, there is a counter-control rule: "Do not prioritize fire." The three-minute echo is an extended contamination, but the thirteen-second echo is the core counter-evidence. If that rule is used as a filter to suppress it, perhaps the node can be awakened from the illusion of fire.

Qin Lan immediately organized a technical team.

Xu Wangshu was responsible for translating the rules, Lin Xiaoman was responsible for distributing the dream reminders, Lu Chenggong provided the Nine-Day Anti-Control Marker, and Wen Zhaolin provided the Tianheng Echo Source Path.

They forced a single sentence into all the nodes that weren't completely disconnected.

Do not prioritize fire.

Fire is not its master.

Anger is not empowerment.

One by one, the nodes began to recover.

Some people withdrew from the review process in tears.

Someone smashed the headphones.

Someone wrote on the screen: I just wanted to burn all the disobedient people.

These records are ugly.

But Xu Wangshu did not delete it.

She asked Qin Lan to seal it all away.

"This is evidence that the world can be set ablaze," she said. "And it's also evidence that the world can come to a standstill."

Qin Lan finally cut off Wen Qingyue's public channel.

The remaining servers of Tianheng were also locked.

However, the impact of the three-minute echo has already spread.

The entire process was recorded by the patrol team at Beitianmen.

[Human fire pollution is significant.]

Humans possess the ability to mitigate their own losses.

[Conflict determined.]

Looking at the words "conflict judgment," Xu Wangshu felt for the first time that this might be good news.

At the very least, it cannot be easily archived.

But then the red dot on Mars lit up for the third time.

This time, what appeared below the red dot was not text.

It's a clearer diagram of the fire platform.

In the center of the fire pit, a broken black core was stuck in the ground.

Lin Jibai's echo suddenly became very soft.

That is... the broken heart of Mount Buzhou.