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On the ground in the distance, the two spherical objects were already suspended. They were slightly larger than when they were seen in the stone chamber, and the flowing light on their surfaces was still ongoing, with a more stable rhythm to the floating edges.

Beneath their feet lay a translucent crystalline floor, extending into an unfathomable depths, like a visual remnant left after the earth's strata had been completely hollowed out. Above them, the top was invisible, as if enveloped by a continuously spreading mist. The entire space was illuminated by two spherical objects, each about the size of a person's embrace, suspended in mid-air. Their surfaces possessed a constantly flowing texture, their edges always subtly undulating, like a liquid without a fixed shape.

Lin Yanzhou could sense that they were watching him.

The warmth radiated outwards from deep within his brow, covering the entire surface of his consciousness. The information arrived faster than ever before, at the bottom of the well, as if an entire conversation had been compressed into a single pulse, unfolding sequentially within a very short timeframe.

The first question: What can he change?

The second question: His attitude towards other civilizations

The third question: What is the future direction of Xuan Shuo?

His answers came in turn: liberate all mankind and let the world live a good life; live in peace and not invade each other; Xuan Shuo only attracts, does not invade.

Three options arrived simultaneously. After reading the third option, he didn't stop; a fourth option sprouted from his consciousness—continue being the test subject, changing both worlds because of him, provided he gained some ability to alter the modern world.

The response came later than usual after the message was sent. While waiting, he felt the blood-red jade pendant at his waist begin to vibrate. The vibration spread outwards from the jade, continuing along the edge of the leather belt to his side. He glanced down—the crimson color was slowly flowing across the jade's surface, converging from the edges to the center, then spreading outwards, forming concentric, expanding dark red ripples.

The second vibration was even stronger. The red area on the surface of the jade pendant began to shrink into a tiny dot, then spread outwards at an extremely fast speed, spreading upwards along the leather belt, through the fabric at his waist, up his spine, reaching the back of his neck, crossing his hairline, and meeting the warm contact point of the mineral crystal at the center of his forehead, forming a penetrating sensation like an electric current.

He felt his body being enveloped by a force field that was continuously thickening, as if an invisible hand was lifting him up from the ground and gently pushing him into a passage with an entrance he could not see. The ground beneath his feet was rapidly contracting, and the two spherical objects continued to float at the same angle as before, as if the position of the observation window had not changed because of his departure.

He was falling without a sense of direction. There was no gravity, no acceleration, and the surrounding light interspersed his vision in discontinuous fragments. He glimpsed a grayish-white rock layer rushing backward, followed by a continuously glowing passage, as if passing through layers of rapidly closing membranes.

The direction suddenly changed, and the surrounding light gradually changed from gray to warm yellow, and then from warm yellow to a clearer white, as if he were passing through a barrier composed of multiple layers of filters, each layer changing the distribution of wavelengths entering the eyeball.

The landing was more stable than he had expected. His feet touched the ground firmly and evenly, as if a flat surface had supported his entire weight. He first looked down at his feet—a translucent crystalline floor, identical in structure to what he had seen in the stone chamber, but thicker and brighter, with a layer of fine, slowly moving light patterns on its surface, as if a continuous microcurrent was circulating along the crystal's texture, forming an energy loop that was constantly renewing itself. He looked up.

Above my head was a huge dome, the curved surface of which was covered with luminous fine lines. These lines were uneven, as if they were driven by some constantly changing force field to flow in different directions, intersecting to form new branches, and then merging into thicker light veins.

At the very center of the dome was a consistently bright area, its brightness uniform, as if illuminating the entire arc-shaped region at a steady pace. In the distance, the two spherical objects were already suspended on the ground. They were slightly larger than when they had been seen in the stone chamber, and the flowing light on their surfaces continued to dance.

Behind them was a huge curved screen, the surface of which was a slowly rotating gray-white sphere. The distribution of the shadows and dark patches of the craters was exactly the same as all the lunar maps he had ever seen in modern times, as if someone had magnified the surface of the moon to an extremely high resolution and projected it onto this wall, with every detail accurate to the point of being almost transparent particles.

The warmth began to spread again from between his eyebrows, as if the passage he had just passed through had not interrupted the continuity of signal transmission, but had only changed his position.

The first message arrived even faster than it had in the stone chamber, as if the other party didn't need to re-establish a connection to continue the previous conversation: "Your fourth option has been received."

"Evaluation in progress. The evaluation will take time." He waited for about ten breaths, and then new information followed: "During this time, you may stay here to observe the structure and functional area distribution inside the moon. But you must not touch any operating interface, nor attempt to activate anything you think is a start-up device."

Then the warmth subsided, as if someone had removed part of the thin film covering his consciousness from afar, leaving only a faint tactile sensation at the edge of his continued perception, as if confirming that he was still within the range of connection.

Lin Yanzhou stood still, confirming his location once again—inside the moon, the craters and dark patches were right in the center of that screen, as if someone had deliberately placed the screen in this position so that everyone standing here could confirm their coordinates from the very first glance.

Lao Tzu actually arrived on the moon?!