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.
I hurriedly followed and asked again: "Have you always lived here? Is this still the Origin Archives?"
But the girl never answered. She walked very quickly, as if she was in a hurry to get home.
Finally, I didn't know where the courage came from. I grabbed her wrist. The moment it came into contact with the cold wrist, some familiar scenes swept me in like a raging wave.
I saw a forest, a pair of escaped brothers, a dilapidated old temple...
Then……
"Snapped!"
A crisp slap hit my face.
I woke up and couldn't help but smile bitterly. I didn't expect that I would be slapped in the face by three girls in this period of time.
"What's wrong!" the girl finally said.
Of course, what I didn't expect was that she spoke pure Japanese.
Although being called a pervert made me feel a little embarrassed, her voice made me feel more friendly.
Ever since the spacecraft crashed, sister Yinuo disappeared, and Xiaoming fell into a coma, I have been in a state of confusion. Maybe even I didn't notice how desperate I was.
But now, her voice is like a light, giving me hope.
"Japanese?! I'm sorry...I didn't mean it? Excuse me...can you speak Chinese?"
The girl just looked at me with disgust, then turned and walked away.
I followed her again, but this time I didn't offend her again.
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The girl kept walking forward. She seemed to be very familiar with this place, so that several times when she skillfully skirted some lines, I almost lost her.
Fortunately, I was born with a strong sensitivity to geometric figures, so I finally followed her footsteps and came to a huge stone door.
Yes, a stone door standing deep in the corridor.
This may be the deepest place in the Origin Archives, and I can no longer remember the way I came here.
I looked at the time and saw that there were still about twelve hours left before the forty-eight hours we agreed on. If I didn't look back at this time, I would most likely be trapped here for a long, long time.
Just when I was hesitant, the girl who walked to the door suddenly turned around and waved to me.
At that moment, I didn't know the meaning behind this invitation. I just felt that she didn't appear in the most confusing moment of my life for no reason.
So I suddenly had a direction.
I don't
He turned around again and chose to follow.
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Pass through the stone gate and walk along a dark road.
The girl took me to a Japanese-style mansion.
Those paintings, push-pull door panels and tatami... they are all the style of Japanese decoration in my impression.
At this moment, I was thinking, could this be the home she prepared for herself?
These familiar things are all the memories she prepared for these long years.
I don't know.
I just remember that when she took me into the luxurious house that was comparable to the Imperial Palace of the Emperor of Japan, I was filled with joy.
Because everything here makes me feel very kind... Of course, this does not mean that I feel kind to the gentle breeze here... but that I feel kind to the things on the earth.
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"Sit." The girl led me to a large room.
It looks like a place where Japanese daimyo receive distinguished guests.
There were only four small tables in the empty room and a painting on the wall facing the door.
The vigorous and powerful calligraphy does not look like a Japanese style, but it looks very Chinese and chivalrous.
I sat down obediently, and just when I was about to ask her where she was, she turned and left.
When I saw her leaving, I didn't know whether I should follow her.
Perhaps it is a habitual etiquette, but as a guest, I feel that I should not move around randomly.
So I sat down in my seat.
After a long time, the door on one side of the room was opened.
When I looked back, I was shocked.
The person who came in was not the girl, but a maid dressed as a servant.
She carried the ebony plate, stood up carefully, entered the room, knelt down, closed the door, then took the plate again, stood up again, walked over carefully, and served tea to me as a guest.
These etiquettes that were only seen in film and television works in the past are now vividly displayed by maids.
I was a little overwhelmed and nodded and said: "Thank you."
The maid with a thick layer of powder on her face just silently put down the tea, then silently put away the plate and left.
Kneel down again, open the door, stand up, kneel down, and close the door.
I watched with great interest, just like a tourist experiencing ancient Japanese culture firsthand.
After the "experience" is over, there is another long waiting process.
During this period, I heard very slight footsteps coming from the corridor outside the house from time to time. And when my attention began to be attracted by these footsteps, I discovered that there was more than just that in this house that was comparable to the imperial palace. Two people, girl and maid.
This makes me both excited and curious.
For a moment, I even began to wonder if I was still in the Origin Archives.
I looked in the direction of the main door of the living room, where the paper window showed the cool "moonlight". I even imagined myself getting up, opening the door, and then looking up at the sky and seeing the moon. But I didn't have the courage to do this after all... As for why... Now that I think about it, I might as well not mention it...
The tea in my cup cooled completely and the girl finally came back.
She put on a very formal kimono. The white kimono with cherry blossoms embroidered on her was really unforgettable.
I admit that I have seen many beautiful women in my life, but compared to her, they all seem a bit inferior.
Her beauty is not perfection, but the beauty in the imperfections that you will never forget.
After the girl entered the room, she sat down opposite me.
With a distance of five meters and only dim candlelight in the room, I felt inexplicably alienated.
After sitting down, the girl whispered: "What kind of courage did you decide to come here with me?"
I was asked, or rather...I felt a little baffled.
It wasn't like the kind of conversation starter I was familiar with. The girl didn't introduce herself and didn't seem to care who I was.
More than that, she wanted to know why I chose to follow her through that door and come here.
I pondered for a while and then replied: "Maybe there are too many questions and no one can give me the answers, so when I saw you, I felt it was necessary to follow up and ask questions."
The girl nodded, and then introduced herself: "My name is Qingshui Gen. I am the third generation successor of the Qingshui family. This is my villa. I and seventeen other members of my clan live here."
‘Qingshui Gen?’ I have no impression at all, I just think this last name is very familiar.
Of course, I won't be so rude and ask for details, but I plan to introduce myself first.
But before I could speak, Qing Shuihuan said first: "I know who you are. You are Su Wanxia, the youngest son of Mr. Su Che. You have such a casual-sounding name because Mr. Su Che wanted to use it." This name commemorates his former lover, am I right?"
She was indeed right! But after hearing this, I was not happy at all.
Obviously, she knows me much better than I know her.
This strange girl, who is she?
"You are right...but...why? How do you know me?"
Qing Shuihuan lowered his head and pursed his lips and smiled: "Because when you were born, my father had an agreement with Mr. Su Che."
"Promise?"
"If I give birth to a girl in the future, we will become in-laws. You must let your child marry my daughter." Qing Shuihuan said calmly.
She spoke very calmly, as if she was retelling an insignificant matter.
But my heart suddenly became panicked.
Of course, it might be excitement, or it might be inexplicable... But in short, I feel that my encounter with her is not just a coincidence.