Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect

"Whoa... Wait, before? Can’t go through the gate? Canning?"

"Oh, there’s no need to worry about ties that have already been cut. Focus on the present first."

The ball flashed with light and opened a large door, suddenly revealing the starry sky outside.

Chen Xuantian initially thought he had gone outside the spaceship. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was a simulation of the starry sky via some holographic projection.

Within the vast and boundless cosmos, constellations and star maps shimmered with golden light, merging into an arc that nearly spanned the entire Orion Arm, resembling a magpie bridge connecting the Perseus Arm and the Sagittarius Arm, if the Milky Way were still called that...

"This is the starway. Essentially, it’s a superluminal expressway."

"Whoa..."

Kun Bo bo bo,

"Every pinpoint of starlight you see is a human colony world, or more accurately, a colony point for the Wetware. Whether it’s a planet, moon, or space station, each colony world surely has an artificial moon.

Yes, precisely the satellite you saw like a mercury ball; that thing is simply an artificial satellite, more specifically, a wormhole transition generator. The silver key of XXXXX will warp spacetime, open doors, and illuminate subspace navigation beacons for fleet transitions. Of course, the radiation is still too strong; humans can’t come over yet, only eggs can pass through the gate.

Additionally, the moon also acts as a quantum communication relay station, capable of achieving lossless, real-time communication between the Perseus Arm and the Sagittarius Arm through quantum entanglement.

As for the pseudo Dirac Sea on the surface of the satellite, it’s a QHLR, a certain phase quantum state and timestamp quantum state mixed encoded quantum belonging register, used to record personal data we refer to as ’souls,’ or the projection of ’reincarnation,’ ’Heavenly Dao,’ ’Thirty-three Heavens’ on the material world’s side."

"Whoa..."

"You’ve just crossed the gate, no need to immediately understand the principles. Anyway, the point is, humanity has broken free from the gravitational shackles on this string and opened star paths, but the journey of humanity is ultimately limited, and that shortcoming is humanity itself.

No matter how advanced the spaceship is, restricted by genetic shackles and physiological lifespan constraints, the star domains humans can tread are always confined to a small cosmos territory.

In all interstellar development and cosmic exploration, the Wetware are the first to embark. After all, Wetware evolve to an egg state, they can resist various supergravity, nuclear radiation, electromagnetic waves, and be transported by FTL ships to new worlds countless light years away.

Then the scientific research and survey ship will analyze and scan the local environment, study native life forms, select genetic blueprints, hatch the most compatible Wetware, and deploy them to the surface to evolve into the perfect form for survival.

Next is the transmission of information back to Earth. If a company bids for development and confirms colonization, various engineering carriers and logistics cruisers will transition and arrive, building colony cities and wormhole star gates.

The colony ship fleet carrying humans will arrive successively in the distant future. The older generations settle in the new world, while the new generations continue onwards to the next destination, stepping across galaxies, as once did their distant ancestors.

Crossing mountains and deserts, conquering seas and oceans, using lit torches to illuminate the entire Milky Way."

Chen Xuantian suddenly observed a blind spot,

"Wait a moment, colony ship fleet? Why still require a colony ship fleet? Isn’t it possible to directly quantum communicate and seize bodies?"

Kun Bo bo,

"Are you dense? You think internet surfing is free? Do you know how expensive renting a private bandwidth at the quantum center is? Do you think everyone can afford the VIP medical service for reincarnation and rebirth? Do you really think the crystallization of human wisdom and civilization is something those without trillion-dollar estates can enjoy?"

"Uh..."

"I’ve already said it, humanity is essentially like monkeys that can die at any time, regardless of how much technological progress is made. Their greed and savagery bear no difference to the days of eating raw meat and drinking blood. Unless human brains undergo thousands or tens of thousands of years of evolution and transform into something completely different, they will always be a monkey group led by a monkey king.

As long as there is a king, there will be vassals. In the end, only a very few can stand at the pinnacle and enjoy all the fruits of civilization, while the vast majority must fight for the little benefits spilled from the fingertips of the ruler.

Therefore, the forefront naturally comprises those pioneers, leaders paving the way, while the vast majority of mortals remain orbiting within the Solar System, waiting for a quota, grabbing a ticket.

However, hope is better than no hope. As long as they win the lottery, they have the chance to embark on the starway.

Of course, a single ticket doesn’t change much. Their visible life is merely relocating from cramped Earth factories to cramped company colony ship cabins, spending their lifetime drifting through space, working, repaying debts, possibly never reaching the promised ideal paradise.

But if humanity doesn’t venture out, trapped forever in a narrow pond, humanity will inevitably face extinction due to various reasons, just like species that vanished like a revolving lantern over billions, thousands, or millions of years on Earth.

So as long as they venture out, there’s hope.

Their descendants, their genes, will have the opportunity to undergo Wetware transformation, starting anew in a new world.

Human seeds will scatter across the galaxy like dandelions, traversing star systems, continuing to flourish in unseen realms.

This is the truth of the starway."

"Whoa..."

"Anyway, these are irrelevant precursors. Now let’s talk about the critical issue of life and death."

Thus Kun patted the ball, which jumped onto the control panel, stretching the star map to the starway’s central hub, the starting point of everything, the third planet of the Solar System, the place of nostalgia...

Chen Xuantian, "Whoa? What about Earth?"

Bubble, "Gone."

Chen Xuantian stared intently at the empty, void cosmic space.

"What do you mean... gone?"

Bubble, "Uncertain, it might be material destruction, or perhaps erased from observation results by some entity. Quantum collapse, whether particle or wave, alive or dead, measurement results depend on the instrument’s function and consciousness’s involvement, it’s rather metaphysical..."

Chen Xuantian,

"Whoa... Wait a moment, wait a moment, something’s amiss, I’m confused again, Earth is gone... then wasn’t the place I came from just Earth? Wasn’t it??"

Bubble said,

"Yes, and no, to put it in terms you can understand, you are essentially a reflection in a mirror, a ripple stirred up by the key opening the door above the Dirac Sea, transitioning a dimension along the string, crossing the membrane border, reaching the other side of the door. So although Earth’s entity is gone, the membrane’s afterimage can still exist, albeit not for long, because ripples will eventually stop, deviation values will eventually return to zero."

Chen Xuantian hurriedly expressed, "Wait! I still can’t understand!"

Kun sighed, indicating this ball is not yours, you’ve crossed over, parallel universe.

Chen Xuantian acknowledged, please continue.

Bubble didn’t bother to lecture the newbie, directly stating,

"Anyway, the issue now is, the original Earth has failed completely, QHLR has been hacked, ’Heavenly Dao’ has been polluted by a special entity.

Just consider that culprit a true ’Heavenly Demon,’ your current realm is too low, I’m afraid of overloading you if I say too much, so just understand from the material world’s side.

Now just know that thing, like a virus, will soon infect all QHLR databases on the starway. Once infected, replicated, and merged, all Wetware will be marked with its imprint, liable for infection and replacement at any time.

When the ’reincarnation’ returns, the ’you’ then will no longer be you, and with higher priority, completely seizes the Wetware matching yours, meaning you are thoroughly dead."

"Whoa... What should we do then?"

"No solution."

"Whoa... What do you mean by no solution!?"

"No solution means no solution. Isn’t this expecting you to come up with a solution?"

Kun just kept tapping the fin, turning the ball, and with every flicker, the route of the splendid starway changes, and the beacon of human civilization flickers out like it’s being blown over by a dark death wind, extinguishing in large areas.

Generations upon generations, people strained and exhausted themselves to create this star map, visibly consumed by the dark void.

Just like the vast universe and boundless firmament, that once brilliant bonfire lit by monkeys extinguished on the open field, just as if it never existed.

The last bubble softly said,

"Anyway, regardless of what you plan to do, get on with it, we’re running out of time."