In the third year of Yongle, modern special forces Wang Lin woke up from the explosion of a NATO nuclear submarine. The bloody wolf head tattoo on his left arm dragged him into the stormy waters of 1405. He became one of the 100 members of the Imperial Guard, and boarded Zheng He's treasure fleet with half a volume of blood-stained manuscripts of "History of the Ming Dynasty" and shattered modern memories.
The seven voyages to the Western Ocean hid murderous intent: the "Sirius" spies of the Timurid Empire used the stars as passwords to cast Cthulhu's bronze totems into the bodies of the Buddha's teeth and unicorns in the Southeast Asian countries; the wreckage of the nuclear submarine returned to the seabed leaked unexplored remains. To read the text, the flintlock blueprints from the Yongle period were actually engraved with NATO weapon numbers; Su Mingxue, the female medical officer who sealed the Persian secret medicine in her right eye, could dig out the fragments of the "Dead Sea Document" parasitic in the crew's brains with her golden sickle.
When Wang Lin unlocked the quantum armillary sphere in Zheng He's gilded compass, the truth about Emperor Jianwen's exile turned into a series of Möbius strip-like prophecies: Every time Timur's fire attack fleet is repulsed, it is foreshadowing the interstellar war in 2405; every inch of the sea map that expands westward brings the old rulers deep in Guixu closer to awakening.
At the end of the bloody voyage, the burning Yongle Bell echoes in space and time - crushing it will end the recursion of civilization from the bronze tripod of the Yin Shang Dynasty to the Dyson Sphere in the 22nd century; if it is allowed to ring, all observers of time and space will be trapped in the star abyss forever. When Wang Lin pointed the muzzle of his flintlock gun at his temple, he finally read the warning on the last page of "Tiangong Kaiwu":
**"The so-called fire is just the embers that burned up the previous dynasty."**
