83 New World 02

◎The ancestors of mankind rest here◎

The rocket was forced to fly out of the black hole. The farther away from the black hole, the lower the surrounding temperature. Zhu Heng pressed the joystick hard to counteract this force and bring the rocket to a stop as quickly as possible.

Unable to find out the reason why the wormhole refused them entry, Zhu Heng didn't know what to do next for a moment.

Fortunately, Tao Ran's voice reached Zhu Heng's mind just in time. He explained, "The new universe has accommodated 90% of the human population in a short period of time, and they're unable to adapt. Therefore, the protective mechanism has automatically been triggered, and it will repel new outsiders."

Zhu Heng pondered for a moment after hearing this, and then asked Tao Ran, "What if we seal the hole?"

"You mean, after sending the rocket into the wormhole, before it rebounds, we can directly block the passage between the two universes?"

Zhu Heng said "hmm": "Is it feasible?"

Tao Ran hesitated for two seconds before replying, "Of course, it's possible, but someone needs to do it. Use their bodies as the needle and thread to sew the connection between the twin universes together, just like when I was sealed in the cave."

"Then let me do it." Zhu Heng said without hesitation.

Tao Ran got anxious when he heard this: "But then you'll never be able to come back."

Zhu Heng didn't care: "It just so happens that I also want to go back to the fifth-dimensional space-time alone. There is no difference between the two."

"Of course there's no difference. You're just staying in the fifth dimension temporarily. Once the new universe is completely stable, I can send you in, rather than being trapped forever at the junction of the two universes. You can wait until the new universe has adapted to the first batch of outsiders before sending the rest of the people on this ship in."

Zhu Heng stopped Tao Ran from talking: "But there's no time. They can't wait."

At this moment, the outer shell of the rocket that was ejected from the black hole has quietly climbed up a thin layer of ice. The temperature of the universe was not so low a few minutes ago, but in a short period of time, the temperature has dropped to this level.

The speed at which the old universe is collapsing is increasing exponentially. If they are not sent into the wormhole now, their final outcome will probably be death in this lonely and cold old universe.

Zhu Heng turned on the ship-wide broadcast, his voice echoing throughout the rocket: "There's just been a small accident. Everyone, please fasten your seatbelts. Get ready, we're about to enter the black hole again."

Zhu Heng's calmness also calmed the restless crowd in the Rockets.

At this moment, the door of the control room was opened with a bang. Zhu Heng turned his head and met Helan Dao's eyes.

It turned out that the moment the surveillance camera could not see him, Helando rushed directly to the control room.

Zhu Heng withdrew his gaze, and without saying a word, he turned around and pushed the joystick to the bottom. The rocket entered the black hole again. Zhu Heng controlled the direction and made the rocket turn accurately into the entrance of the wormhole.

At this moment, he suddenly loosened his seat belt, pursed his lips, turned around and looked at Helan Dao deeply.

Helandao seemed to realize something as well. He looked at Zhu Heng, with a fire hidden in his subtle and unpredictable eyes. The fire kept trembling and gradually went out.

Zhu Heng no longer looked at him. He stood up straight and disappeared from the control room in front of Helan Dao.

They didn't even have time to say the last word to each other.

Zhu Heng came to the outside of the rocket. The extremely cold temperature was grinding his body. He used up his last bit of strength and plunged into the entrance of the wormhole.

The wormhole instantly became like an intestine tied with surgical thread, and the mouth gradually tightened, wrapping Zhu Heng inside, while Zhu Heng also sealed the last gap.

The wormhole began to wriggle violently, trying to spit out the new rocket, but it couldn't find an exit and could only swallow the rocket towards the new universe.

After a period of turbulence, the wormhole finally accepted the reality and returned to silence.

At this point, Zhu Heng successfully sent the last batch of humans into the new universe.

The rocket hatch was opened, and a group of people rushed out, vomiting as soon as they opened their mouths.

Helan Dao also had a pale face and came down holding his stomach. He endured the churning stomach, leaned on the ladder behind him, raised his eyes and slowly looked around.

Before my eyes was a boundless grassland with wild grass growing everywhere. Glittering white snow remained on the distant mountains. The melted snow water mixed into streams, flowing through the grassland like a girl's long braids.

Countless unknown wild flowers were dotted among the vast expanse of green. The refreshing breeze gently brushed across Helan Dao's cheek, suppressing the nausea that arose in his heart.

Helan Dao raised his head and looked blankly in the direction he came from.

The wormhole in the air was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if someone had pressed a closed switch. A flash of white light passed by, and there was no trace of the wormhole in the sky, as if it had never appeared.

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pain.

My whole body aches.

Zhu Heng was awakened by the pain.

Is he already dead?

There was a cool, hard touch beneath him, as if he were lying on a smooth marble floor.

What kind of place is this? Why am I lying here?

Zhu Heng tried hard to open his eyes, but found that it was pitch black all around him. He tried to raise his hands, but he had no strength.

He lay on the ground for a while, and when the pain in his body subsided a little, he was finally able to change to a side-lying position to relieve the numbness in his back.

His consciousness returned and his brain gradually became clear. He blinked twice very slowly and carefully identified the surrounding environment. Only then did he realize that the black he had seen before was actually a bunch of black fog.

The black mist made him extremely sad. He subconsciously curled up and covered his face with his hands. Uncontrollable tears flowed from his eyes and spread all over the floor.

Zhu Heng frowned, and his cold, white, and handsome face was covered with beads of sweat as fine as crystal.

I have never felt so uncomfortable.

The black mist whimpered, and the sound drifted into Zhu Heng's ears. He clutched his chest, as if all the loneliness in the universe had poured into his body.

They didn't seem to want to stop there, and continued to unscrupulously tease Zhu Heng's fragile nerves.

Zhu Heng's eyelashes trembled violently and his brain ached terribly. He struggled to get up, but the black mist hit him in the face and he was knocked down again.

Now his mind was blank. The whimpering sounds coming from the black fog seemed to penetrate into his body and occupy his consciousness. In order to resist the sounds that were forced into his brain, Zhu Heng began to mutter some nonsense.

From the food that had upset his stomach as a child, to the prime-time TV shows he had watched, to the weather on a certain day that he had just randomly recalled, he kept sobbing. By the end, his mind was empty of everything except the human civilization that he had memorized by heart in the fifth dimension.

At that moment, he seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and began to recite over and over again this human history that had lasted for tens of millions of years.

A miracle seemed to happen.

He gradually forgot the existence of the black fog and focused all his attention on the fragments of civilization stored in his mind.

The heavy pressure on his body suddenly eased, and Zhu Heng's mouth became dry from reciting the mantra. But he just took a deep breath, and the black fog came back again.

He could only continue to read, his fingers constantly drawing on the ground beneath him.

I wrote whatever I read until my fingertips touched something hard.

Zhu Heng was stunned and groped towards the hard object. The hard object was motionless, the surface was rough and uneven, and there was a smell of wood when he smelled it carefully.

He paused.

It looks like... a tree.

The black fog that was lingering around him at this moment was thinned by his muttering. Through this layer of hazy black fog, Zhu Heng finally saw clearly that what stood before him was a half-dead giant tree with twisted branches and tangles, rushing straight into the sky with its fangs and claws bared.

Zhu Heng touched the bark, and an idea gradually arose in his mind.

He continued to recite those historical fragments while pulling out the small knife he carried with him, cutting the bark into pieces, blowing on the tip of the knife and starting to carve words on the bark.

He read and wrote at the same time, dividing the history in his mind into sections and recording them on the bark.

After writing, he dug a small hole in the bark and hung it on the tree.

The black mist seemed afraid to move forward, hiding far away and staring at Zhu Heng's movements with a fierce look.

Zhu Heng was no longer afraid of them. He looked at the bark he had hung with his own hands, thought for a while, picked up a new piece, and carved the words "General History of the Universe" on it.

Since he is here, he might as well make the best of it. While he still remembers the civilizations that he has destroyed, why not take this opportunity to write them down word for word on something visible and tangible?

A great idea was born in his mind.

But at that time, he did not realize what a huge sensation such a decision would cause many years later.

-

It has been hundreds of thousands of years since humans collectively migrated to the new universe.

At the beginning, people were not used to living here. There was no technology, no highly developed civilization, and even no many biological species. Except for the land where humans first set foot in the new universe, many places had no vegetation and were bare. Everything was in its most primitive state.

As one of the most outstanding scientists in human history, Dr. Xu has spent her entire life studying topics in the old universe and has made great contributions to building a new home for mankind.

Dr. Xu has always been committed to simulating and restoring the ecological environment in which humans lived in ancient civilizations. Whether it is the air, rivers, soil, or plants, animals, fish, insects, and birds, they are all part of her research.

These successful experiments and research are sufficient to support people in rebuilding human civilization from scratch in this new universe.

The first group of builders at that time woke Dr. Xu from cryopreservation after the new universe stabilized. They treated her and recuperated her, while at the same time, under her leadership, they incubated and cultivated those ancient species.

Dr. Xu also shared his knowledge generously and dedicated all his valuable research data to humanity.

The first generation of builders blazed a trail with great difficulty, finally giving future generations a foothold. When their mission was complete, these ancestors of humanity froze themselves in the very spot where they first set foot in the new universe, at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, a paradise-like place, and slept there forever.

As the seasons change, the world changes dramatically.

Hundreds of thousands of years have passed, and human civilization has continued to develop and evolve. The past history has become too distant. Gradually, no one remembers the true origin of mankind, and no one knows that there is a snow-capped mountain in this world that no one has set foot on or disturbed, and in its depths a group of human ancestors are sleeping.

Time flies and it is the year 2004.

Several climbing enthusiasts came to this snowy mountain together.

The leader is called Lao Zhang, who just turned 40 not long ago. He doesn't have any other hobbies, but he likes to climb snow mountains like a stamp collector.

When he wasn't going out, he would browse climber forums online. He came to this snowy mountain this time because he had recently come across a strange post on a climber forum.

The title of the post is unremarkable. The gist of it is that the poster discovered an extremely rare snow-capped mountain with stunning scenery. However, this kind of purely scenic sharing is obviously not very attractive when posted on a climber forum where everyone is very brave.

When Lao Zhang saw it for the first time, he didn't go there directly. Sometimes, the more niche the snow mountain is, the more it can stimulate his urge to conquer it.

However, when he clicked on the poster's homepage and saw that it was a newly registered account, and the poster introduced himself as a newcomer who had never climbed a snow mountain before, Lao Zhang instantly lost interest.

Once a man reaches forty, he thinks he has seen everything in life and starts to talk about his qualifications.

Lao Zhang is no exception.

The young man has such a narrow vision and has never seen the world that he likes to exaggerate ordinary snow-capped mountains into lost gems that are not worth wasting his time.

So Lao Zhang closed the post and skipped it without planning to read it.

But what's strange is that this seemingly boring post has been at the forefront of the forum for several days in a row, with more and more comments, and it has become a popular post in a short time.

Old Zhang was puzzled. What the hell was going on? Why all the fuss? Even climbing Mount Everest wouldn't have gotten this many replies.

Lao Zhang was so eager to read it that he clicked on the post and read it carefully.

I was shocked when I saw it.

It turned out that the poster saw that the content of sharing pure scenery at the beginning did not have much traffic, so in order to attract attention, he added at the end of the post that he saw a snow mountain wild man while climbing the mountain.

They also said that the savage was tall and thin, with snow covering his entire body.

Most of the replies accused him of lying, without any pictures to prove his point.

Old Zhang stared at the post thoughtfully, and was so distracted that he almost didn't hear his wife calling him to eat.

"Eat, eat, no need to wait for me!" Lao Zhang came back to his senses and shouted with a somewhat excited tone.

He took out a pen and paper to write down the specific location of the snow-capped mountain, then called each of his fellow enthusiasts who had time recently, and asked them to set out together to climb the snow-capped mountain next week.

If what the poster said is true, he should go explore this place before it becomes popular. It would be best if he could be the first to take a photo of the snowman, so that he would have something to talk about for the rest of his life.

But if the poster lied, he would not be at a disadvantage. The scenery in that area is indeed beautiful. If it were not for its remote location and inconvenient transportation, it would have been famous long ago.

So the group led by Lao Zhang immediately rented a large dormitory room in a small hotel at the foot of the mountain.

When we got there, we found out that the hotel was owned by a local couple in their early thirties. They had a small staff and only employed one handyman. The handyman seemed quiet and kept his head down, busy at the front desk, so it was difficult to see his face clearly.

But she has a good figure and a dignified temperament, which makes her look a little out of place in this small hotel.

Lao Zhang took a sip of hot tea and started to chat with him: "Hey, young man, how is your business usually?"

Without even looking up, the handyman reached out to brush his hair above his brow bone and replied lazily, "Not very good. You guys are the only customers from out of town this month."

Old Zhang was secretly delighted, as this meant that no one else had come to look for the Snow Mountain Savage yet.

"Then, young man, have you ever been to the snow-capped mountains behind?" he asked again.

The handyman frowned when he heard this, then looked up at Lao Zhang with a subtle smile in his eyes: "Of course, I always go when I have nothing to do."

When Lao Zhang heard this, he knew he had found the right person, so he asked carefully: "Have you heard of any strange creatures around here, like wild beasts, snow mountain wild men, or anything like that?"

The handyman held up a plate with one hand, filled it with snacks, and looked over with a smile, raising an eyebrow: "Who is Xueshan?"

"He's a white wild man covered in snow. He's said to be tall, thin, and handsome."

The handyman took a few cups and placed them in front of Lao Zhang along with the tray. He leaned one arm on the table, lowered his head slightly, and said to Lao Zhang with a smile, "Oh, that one."

Lao Zhang pricked up his ears seriously.

"The person you're talking about," He Landao slowly stacked the cups on the table, arranging them neatly in a row, "should be me."

As he spoke, his eyes and eyebrows were full of smiles.