The Prehistoric Code of Yueshang

The moon is not a celestial body. It is a spacecraft parked in Earth orbit. For 65 million years, it has done only one thing: format. Every 6,500 years or so, when civilization reaches the critical point of quantum technology, the moon automatically initiates a protocol - recalling all souls, cleaning memories, and reinstalling them into new bodies. The dinosaurs went extinct for the first time. Dayu's flood control was the eleventh to last time. Human beings at this moment are doing it for the 9700th time. Lin Fei is a quantum engineer on the Nanhai Yuji platform of the Tiangong Bureau. The left hand is a prosthetic limb, and the bones are embedded with the quantum resonance frequency left by his father. She doesn't want to be a tool, but every time she remains silent, the price is the blood of others. When the bronze recipe of the Shang and Zhou dynasties began to grow on the deck of the Nanhai platform, and when the three stars of Orion projected from the porthole appeared under the 402-meter ice layer, she discovered that all ancient Chinese myths were the technological afterimages of the last format. Xiangliu is a nano fog cluster, Gonggong Touching Mountain is an anti-gravity fall, and Jiuding is a quantum computing node. And her father Lin Yusheng knew all this. The way he conceals the truth does the same thing as formatting—rewrites your narrative about yourself. There are less than three days left before the next formatting starts. She chose to rewrite it in her own way. The price is to become the same person as her father