The story that followed continued until Su Wanxia returned to Earth, left the space center, and died of illness in Hohhot, Inner Mongolia, only to be discovered by later generations from his unfinished and published personal biography.

Before her death, Su Wanxia, ​​who was 137 years old at the time of her death, still told her family to pay attention to the direction of the moon and be wary of the enemies hiding on the back side of the moon who would come with the origin of earth civilization.

However, even when the Golden Age reached its peak and the era of human star civilization had officially begun, the Su family could not find the so-called "enemy dormant on the moon" that Su Wanxia had been wary of all her life.

Of course, these are all things for later...

The following excerpt is from Su Wanxia's personal biography, which tells the story of what he experienced after entering the "Origin Archives" created by the Transcendent for the first time.

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To this day, I still don’t know whether the rescue operation more than a hundred years ago was a dream or whether it really happened.

I have repeatedly sought verification many times, but in fact, there is not much evidence to prove that Xiaoming, Yinuo and I completed that human feat together.

Although 25 years ago, Xiaoming used practical actions to prove that the blueprint of the superstring structure could be reproduced in reality. He also circled a large area of ​​​​the solar system as his drawing board. He could

Give full play to your talents and lead mankind further into the universe.

But I always believe that our original agreement was not fully fulfilled.

This is not a pity, I always think this is not a pity.

Even if Yinuo didn't have more contact with me or Xiaoming later, this is not a regret.

The three of us and the two of them have gone further than anyone else. As a mortal, I am very content, so even to this day many people will think that we just completed a fantasy journey in our minds, and that the transcendent is not

existence, the origin of human beings is not so easy to explain.

I don't care that much anymore.

Now I am holding a pen and stroking these white papers made of wood pulp that my eldest daughter bought me.

They were once proud creations of mankind, but now they are collected in historical museums like works of art.

But I still miss the feeling of being able to write on white paper.

I decided to write down all the secrets I have kept privately for so many years.

No matter what future generations say, it doesn't matter.

I will tell the story, it is up to you to believe it or not.

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Traveling through the sea of ​​clouds is an idea that many ordinary people who take to the sky for the first time may have had.

Looking at the fairyland-like sea of ​​clouds, people always have some bold ideas.

But when I was actually in it, I realized how terrible it was.

It feels like you are entering a fog, and as you move forward, you may encounter unknown dangers with every step you take.

I don’t know when I became so greedy for life and afraid of death. Maybe it’s my survival instinct, maybe it’s because I don’t want to die so unclearly.

This process lasted for a long time, maybe I was walking too slowly.

In short, when I finally crossed the sea of ​​clouds and met it for the first time, I felt like I was reborn. It was an impressive feeling like first love.

I'm sorry that I can't use more gorgeous words to describe my mood at the moment.

But when I came into close contact with the miracle in this mysterious realm, my ears could hear the sound of its three huge rings rotating interlaced, and my nose could smell a strange floral fragrance.

When my eyes could see a colorful triangle through the ring, I was deeply impressed by it.

This is not a miracle that humans can create.

Even if human beings are given thousands or tens of thousands of years, they will only leave behind small and arrogant creations, and they will not leave behind the brilliance of art like those emperors in the past!

I was born at the foot of the Great Wall. When I was young, I traveled around the world. I went to the Louvre, admired the "Mona Lisa Smile", and also went to Egypt to see the style of the former emperor...

But whether it is Angkor Wat or the Mayan pyramids, they are all covered with the wind and frost of time, giving people a sense of sadness that they have come to an end.

But the origin archive is different. It is alive, still prosperous, and still growing.

So, when I first met it I understood it.

Transcendents exist, and they may have gone to more distant places at this moment, opening a new era in a fantasy land that mere mortals can only imagine, but the creations they left behind are not cold dead things.

They are like seeds, and everything in the universe is the soil that breeds them.

The darkness is not evil, the filthy mud is not blasphemy.

Sorry I used so many words to describe my mood.

Because I'm really excited.

Even though more than a century has passed, and even though I have forgotten what my lover looked like, I still feel like I met him just a few seconds ago.

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I don’t know Xian Qianhua as a person, nor do I know Yan Sichen’s personality.

Although I took the time to investigate after agreeing to Chu Xiaoming to carry out this crazy plan with him.

But the records in the archives cannot completely present a specific person.

I still feel that I should regard these two people as heroes, because their adventures and their righteousness in the face of desperate situations have enabled thousands of ordinary people on the earth to avoid disaster.

This was my first thought and my last goodwill.

The moment I stepped into the Origin Archives, I gradually realized that perhaps, I should get to know everyone who had a similar experience to me.

This is not just for Xian Qianhua who has been trapped here for who knows how many years.

and Yan Sichen, including Xiaoming and Yinuo...

I know this is a difficult decision, but I have to do it.

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The Origin Archives is not what I thought of as a super library stacked with endless books.

Compared to the slightly dull but quiet impression, everything here looks too artistic.

Those three rings are not decorations, they are corridors filled with text.

After I entered the origin archives, I broke away from the spatial conventions of up, down, left, and right that I knew, and became like Spider-Man, able to walk wherever I wanted to go.

Here, every line, every picture, every angle, and even every syllable can become a place for you to stay and go.

I don't know how to describe it, in short...everything impossible here is possible.

This sentence may be confusing, but if I change my metaphor, maybe you can understand it.

Not long after entering the archives, I walked on the satin-like road and saw a door appearing.

It's facing me sideways.

There was only a door frame and no door leaf, but I could walk through it and enter a significantly darker corridor.

At this moment, I was wary, so I tentatively put my hand in.

Then...an amazing scene happened!

Above my head, a huge human arm appeared. It stretched out from nowhere, and it was right above my head. I could almost touch it with a slight jump.

I was so scared at the time that I quickly took my hand back, and it quickly disappeared.

Only then did I realize that this was my hand.

The artists who created the archive used the most virtuosic way to tell me how space can be understood relatively.

Those who are visually deceived can also become infinite possibilities in a thought.

But obviously, the uncertainty here will make people lose their understanding of the specific impression of the world, so...slowly I started to feel dizzy and nauseous, and my spirit was muddled. I couldn't tell up, down, left, and right, and it was difficult to determine whether I was alive or dead.

Already...

This process is very painful, dozens of times more painful than a hangover.

Finally, when my spirit almost collapsed, she appeared.

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I didn't expect to meet anyone else here.

In my worst-case scenario, there might be traps or scary aliens in the Origin Archives, but she... really surprised me.

She has an outstanding appearance, so much so that her short hair, which looks like it was trimmed randomly with scissors, does not make her look any less beautiful.

Maybe it was because of the summer, she was dressed very refreshingly.

A light yellow shirt that exposed the navel, aqua blue denim shorts, and a pair of sandals stained with gravel.

When she met me, or...when I met her, she was kicking a recently completed gravel statue into pieces with her feet, just like what many children would do on the beach.

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"You...who are you?"

The girl who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old had the depth of time in her eyes.

She raised her hand and wiped her nose with her arm, then turned and walked away without any intention of having any contact with me.
To be continued...