Pillar of Yita

Fang Hong blushed; he wasn’t a fool, he certainly understood who the ’Young Hero’ referred to.

The ambassador smiled as he looked at him: ”You have been investigating the Dragon Worship Sect, which aligns with our goals. So we hope you temporarily do not return to Earth, but instead continue this work and cooperate with us. However, due to the reasons mentioned earlier, this cooperation cannot be conducted openly and must be kept private.”

Fang Hong felt his heart pounding; he never expected that traveling south from Elpaxin would entangle him in such a massive vortex. It wasn’t that he was unwilling to continue, but he couldn’t help wondering if he could handle this task.

From Colin Ishurian to Osh, from Eteliria to Earth, such connections seemed too vast. Was it really a responsibility a student, not yet graduated, could shoulder?

The ambassador saw his concerns and reassured him: ”Don’t feel burdened, Little Hong. This is not a responsibility, but an honor. It’s about acting for Stargate Port, for your homeland, for the safety of your loved ones. Do you remember the ’Stargate Declaration’?”

Fang Hong nodded.

To oppose the Dragon Worshippers, to oppose evil, was the Invoker’s pledge in adherence to the ’Stargate Declaration.’

Thinking of this, his heart settled down; wasn’t this what he had been pursuing all along?

Fang Hong looked calmly at the closed door. Su Changfeng and the others had left for a while. The door was painted white, somewhat weathered with time. The afternoon sunlight passed through the glass windows and the green vines outside, casting a heavy green hue across the desk, leaving a pool of scattered light on the door.

It was a beam of golden light, filled with drifting dust, as if history itself were intangible and left no trace.

Tata suddenly appeared on the quilt in front of him, still with a serene demeanor.

Nini, like a sloth, was hanging on her older sister, her black-scaled tail curling around them both, looking at him curiously:

”Papa.”

Fang Hong stroked her hair.

He had been correcting this little girl’s address for days, but to no avail — he could only compromise by asking her not to call him that in front of others, but it seemed it was of little use — she didn’t call him ’Papa’ in front of strangers, but instead, called Hilveld ’Mama,’ making him awkward for a good half a day.

Thankfully, Hilveld just smiled and wasn’t bothered at all.

For a moment, he recalled his last question.

He asked: ”Will the high-dimensional pivotal point expand once again?”

Someone had asked the same question before.”

Ambassador Liao replied: ”In the face of crisis, should we close the Stargate entirely, or should we open up further and explore this world?”

Fang Hong looked at him quietly.

But the other party did not directly answer the question, merely patting his shoulder lightly: ”Fang Hong, do you know why, during the construction of Stargate Port, support ultimately outweighed opposition?”

Fang Hong shook his head.

”Because no matter how it changes, we are always here. Humanity will not abandon the pursuit of the unknown and the truth of the universe out of fear.” The ambassador’s voice was somewhat low, as if recounting a phrase from the past.

Those words once echoed in the United Nations hall, as if it were the sky:

”Perhaps one day our civilization will eventually leave the cradle, but until then, we will always bravely take the first step—”

At that moment, Fang Hong’s mind seemed to conjure an ancient image:

It was many centuries ago.

On the sea, an old, rugged sailing ship swayed, with exhausted sailors, seeing for the first time the cliffs of that unfamiliar land at the edge of the sea and sky — it was the end of one piece of history, and the beginning of another.

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