In October, beneath the interstellar barrier over the Qinling Mountains, the autumn climate-control field kept the weather pleasant. This star region, known as Nanshan or Zhongnan Mountain, had been a mysterious sanctuary for spiritual cultivation since ancient times. Its natural scenery was unique across the vast galaxy, drawing countless interstellar tourists to linger.
Deep in the Qinling Mountains, a well-equipped team of explorers stood in a deep valley surrounded by cliffs. They stared at a dark interstellar entrance ahead: a black-hole tunnel concealed in the rock face.
At the front of the group, a lean man in his sixties, his eyes glimmering with wisdom, turned to the young man beside him, who looked to be around twenty-five or twenty-six. “Xiao Yang, have you found anything?”
Yang Ling shook his head and looked toward the entrance to the gorge. “Nothing conclusive so far. We haven’t detected any specific spacetime markers, and the surrounding area has been badly eroded by cosmic radiation, so it’s difficult to analyze accurately. Still, judging from the microscopic mineral structures left at the site, this must be an ancient interstellar mining passage!”
