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

The Tianheng Data Center is located on the north side of the Aerospace City. Above ground, there are glass curtain walls and an ecological park, but underground it is like a steel maze.

When Lin Jibai and the other two crawled into the cooling ditch, they were covered in the smell of sewage.

Xu Wangshu looked at the rows of servers in front of him and said in a low voice, "This is not just a commercial data center."

The indicator lights on the server rack twinkled like a starry sea.

At the end of each row are project numbers: Household Registration Disaster Recovery, Medical Cloud, Rail Communication, Urban Credit, and Death Registration Backup.

Lin Jibai's face grew colder the more he looked at it.

Wen Zhaolin had grasped almost all of the "modern interfaces" in his father's general outline.

The old Heavenly Court, in order to rebuild its control over destiny, does not need temples.

It only needs data.

A person's birth, medical treatment, borrowing money, and death all happen within these cabinets. As long as the South Heavenly Gate connects to this place, the fate of every person on earth will be re-registered.

Xu Wangshu had obviously thought of that too, and his face turned ugly.

"Wen Zhaolin isn't crazy; he's building a bridge."

"Who is it for?"

"The far side of the moon."

Xiaoman suddenly covered her head: "Brother, someone is looking up my name."

Lin Jibai immediately squatted down: "Can you hold on?"

She nodded, but her lips turned white from the pain.

Lin Jibai handed her over to Xu Wangshu and then walked towards an old-fashioned file terminal.

"What do you want to investigate?"

"My dad."

He inserted his father's old employee ID card.

The terminal is not responding.

Lin Jibai then took out a thin metal sheet from the Moon Soil Box and stuck it on the card reader area.

The screen lit up.

[Buzhou Mountain Project Archives]

[Permissions: Repairman 07's Relative]

The moment the file list popped up, Lin Jibai stopped breathing.

Lin Wangchuan.

Buzhou Mountain Project - Repairman 07.

Status: Missing.

Final location: Under the South Heavenly Gate on the far side of the moon.

Related personnel: Wen Zhaolin, one of the initiators of the plan.

Related descendant: Lin Jibai, successor candidate.

Related containers: Lin Xiaoman, Nantianmen key fragment.

container.

That word again.

Lin Jibai's eyes were red.

"What do they take my sister for?"

Xu Wangshu did not try to persuade him.

Because she was angry too.

Lin Jibai continued scrolling down and found a scanned document.

Those were documents signed by my father.

The cover reads:

[Temporary Lunar Landing Authorization Certificate]

Number: Buzhou Mountain Project - Repairman 07.

Destination: Ruins of Nantianmen on the far side of the moon.

The issuing authority section was blacked out, but there were two signatures at the bottom.

Lin Wangchuan.

Wen Zhaolin.

Just as Lin Jibai clicked on the details, the alarm suddenly went off.

[Unauthorized access]

Succession verification initiated.

The server lobby lights turned red.

The security door opened in the distance, and the star officials and verifiers entered in a line.

The one in charge wasn't the one from the hardware store.

This one is taller, with a complete astrolabe on its chest and a short silver staff in its hand.

"Lin Jibai".

"The identity of the successor repairman is yet to be confirmed."

Lin Jibai shielded Xiaoman behind him.

"I'm not sure."

"Bloodline cannot be transferred according to will."

The star official's short staff touched the ground.

Suddenly, an image of the far side of the moon was projected onto the ceiling of the server lobby.

In the shadows of Nantianmen, a blurry figure is locked beneath the gate by countless cables.

Lin Jibai's pupils contracted.

He recognized the figure at a glance.

Father.

The figure seemed to raise its head, looking at him across ten years and 380,000 kilometers.

"It's white..."

The sound was extremely faint.

"Don't come any closer."

The star official simultaneously declared:

"Repairman 07 has failed."

"The successor must take over the responsibilities."

"Please accept the certificate, Lin Jibai."

A black and gold card popped out of the print slot next to the terminal.

It was exactly the same as my father's moon landing certificate, except the number was different.

[Buzhou Mountain Project - Successor Repairman]

Name: Lin Jibai

Lin Jibai did not reach out.

The card lit up on its own, flew out of the printing slot, and stuck to his palm.

A chill pierced through my flesh.

Countless images flashed before his eyes.

The father carried his toolbox into Nantianmen.

Wen Zhaolin stood outside the door, looking much younger, with fervent eyes: "Wangchuan, as long as the Heavenly Pillar is repaired, there will be no more disorder and suffering in the human world."

The father turned around and said, "If the price is for everyone to live according to the fate written in Heaven, that's not saving people."

The video clipping occurred.

Lin Jibai returned to reality, a silver-white mark appearing on his palm.

Xu Wangshu whispered, "You've been marked."

The star official carries a staff.

"The successor repairman has been confirmed."

"Please hand over the South Heavenly Gate key container."

"Please proceed to the far side of the moon to complete the repair and restart of Mount Buzhou."

Lin Jibai slowly raised his head.

He looked at the star deity, then at the image of his father trapped on the far side of the moon.

You've got it wrong.

The star official paused.

Lin Jibai gripped the lunar landing certificate tightly in his palm, and the silver mark lit up.

"My role as successor is not to fix it."

As he took a step forward, the broken pillars within his bones resounded with a low rumble.

"It was your bridge that was demolished."

Snowflakes simultaneously appeared on all screens in the server lobby.

In the snowflakes, the father's image left behind his last words:

"Ji Bai, go find the invitation."

"Wen Zhaolin will personally show you the way."