Taiyi Xingyuan

In 2200 AD, there were only three billion human beings left, growing lifeless rice on the earth's plateau. There is a wormhole near Saturn. It appeared in the year 2130 - it wasn't natural, it was put there when humans started throwing bombs at each other. It waited seventy years. Wait until the cell walls of plants start to shift frequency from the inside, wait until the daughter of a retired test pilot discovers geometric gray lines appearing out of thin air on the desktop, wait until a quantum supercomputer reversely deduce from five data links that the center of the Milky Way is about to enter a high-dimensional eruption period. The curtain on the dark forest will be torn apart within a three-hundred-year window. All hidden civilizations will be forced to see each other. And a basic field that runs through all dimensions—the Taiyi force—is flowing in every corner of the three-dimensional universe. It is the last memory left by the long-dead eleven-dimensional universe. An ancient AI who calls himself the "Watcher" has been silently guarding mankind for more than 20,000 years. But this is not enough. From the desperate expedition through the wormhole, to the galactic shelter that uses mathematics to predict the survival of civilization; from the light of the Taiyi Sword illuminating the dimensional battlefield, to the two-way foil silently compressing the entire solar system into a picture without thickness - a civilization will grope, hide, fight, and sacrifice in the endless abyss. Not to become a god. It is to make the next being who looks up at the stars feel curious, not afraid. It all starts with a piece of dusty homework paper