Qingmu couldn't imagine what the structure of the Ramla Ant Nest looked like at all. He tried his best to recall if he had ever dug up ant nests when he was a child, hoping to remember the image of Ant Nest from those memories.
It is said that when people are young, especially those who grow up in the countryside, nine out of ten have done this kind of thing: either digging it up with a shovel or pouring boiling water into the ant hole. Nowadays, those with better conditions will even pour in molten aluminum, and after the aluminum cools down, they can dig out an exquisite and complete aluminum-plastic Ant Nest model.
Unfortunately, Qingmu has always had mental issues. His memory is limited to what happened after he arrived at Liuying Lane, stood under the old willow tree, and met Bi Shenghua. He can't remember anything before that; his mind is a complete blank.
But he was also quite certain that he hadn't fallen from the sky, sprang from the mud, or burst out of a piece of wood. He had also experienced childhood and growth, gone to school and read books, and even experienced things that most people might not. Otherwise, he wouldn't know so many languages, firearms and combat, or some obscure history and outdated scientific knowledge.
Whenever he tried to search for something in those hazy memories, it was as if thousands of ants would crawl out from his blurry, gray brain matter, biting him from time to time, causing his head to throb with pain.
He shook his head, realizing that even if he had dug up ant nests as a child, he would never have thought of or had the means to use molten aluminum to flood them. Moreover, if he did such a thing, he would inevitably encounter conservative environmentalists or animal rights activists who would look at the dead ants with a saintly gaze and criticize the child with vicious words.
Qingmu didn't consider himself a brat, but what ultimately convinced him he'd never seen a complete Ant Nest was his laziness. A lazy person like him probably wouldn't even think about such a thing, let alone actually do it.
He felt that his memories were sealed by a "lazy demon" hidden inside his body, because only by not remembering anything could he maintain a long-term state of "laziness".
If a person constantly dwells on the past, they will inevitably become preoccupied with past joys and indignant at past shames, thus becoming prone to holding grudges and being petty.
He couldn't imagine the shape of the Ant Nest, but that didn't hinder his understanding of Ramla. He thought of his spiritual communication with the savage.
His consciousness, through some function of the scepter, seemed to pass through a channel, connecting with the savage's consciousness, or rather, entering the savage's brain. But in reality, there was no neural connection between him and the savage, unlike a real octopus. There was no invisible quantum tunnel between them either; all connections were achieved through Mental Power, and the key to this was the scepter in his hand.
Through a key point, his consciousness connected with that of hundreds of savages, and he could command them smoothly regardless of their changing positions. Of course, they were capable of independent thought and making their own decisions. As long as Qingmu did not issue orders or interfere with them, they remained completely independent individuals.
The Ramla Ant Nest likely has a similar structure, with all endpoints being independent yet governed by some kind of rule. Could this Ant Nest also have a central point, or a central control hub, that controls all endpoints?
He voiced his idea, saying, "If we find this pivot, can we drive this strange Ant Nest back?"
People's eyes lit up, as if they saw hope of returning home.
The Crow said, "You're a genius!"
Hanran meow of approval: Genius +1.
Petru said, "So where is this hub?"
Everyone looked at Qingmu, Qingmu spread his hands and said, "I don't know. Don't look at me. I'm just asking Mr. Stone."
Everyone then looked at Situ.
Situ said, "If I'm not mistaken, the Nexus is inside the black hole in the Orion. Scientists observed gravitational anomalies there a long time ago, speculating that there was a black hole in the nebula, but they hadn't been able to observe it. Based on the changes in the starry sky I observed during my time in Ramla, Ramla's central Nexus, its Mother Nest, is indeed in the nebula, where a black hole does exist. Every worm orbit in Ramla passes through there. Ramla's unique spatial structure and the black hole create a repulsive force, causing us to slide away from its edge when the planetary space at the endpoint approaches the black hole."
"So we can never get close to it, and only God can control that hub?" Alice asked.
"That's not necessarily true," Situ said. "Do you still remember the altars of the Itza People?"
" The Itza People?"
"Oh, these are the savages. They call themselves ' Itza,' so I call them the Itza People." Situ looked at Mrs. Larry, "Is my pronunciation correct?"
Mrs. Larry said, "No problem. The pronunciation of the two tribes is slightly different, but not by much. Your people call themselves ' Itza,' and ours call themselves ' Itusamen.' In our Maya mythology, there is a god whose name is very similar, which we usually transliterate as ' Itzamna.' So I suspect that the tribes here have an ancient blood relationship with the Maya People, and perhaps they are descendants of the Maya People. This would explain the mystery of the sudden disappearance of the Maya civilization on Earth."
"Could it be the other way around, that the Maya People are their descendants?" Alice suddenly wondered.
"That's possible," Mrs. Larry said without refutation, then turned to Situ and said, " Mr. Stone, please continue. You just mentioned the altar."
"The altar is magical," Situ said.
Besides Situ, only Mrs. Larry and Petru had actually entered the altar.
"It's truly amazing," Mrs. Larry said. "Besides the three-dimensional writing, which may have come from higher-dimensional beings, the altar seems to possess some mysterious functions and powers. The level of civilization it represents is unimaginable; it could never have been built by the Itza People here or the Maya People on Earth."
"So, it was made by aliens?" Alice asked.
"It's not just these altars; the entire Ramla Ant Nest could be man-made," Situ said. " The Ramla hub is in a black hole, but the switch controlling the hub doesn't necessarily have to be inside the hub. These altars could very well be the switch controlling the hub. If we can find the hidden function of the altars and activate it, we might be able to control the space tunnels on Ramla like we control a railway hub, thus sending us back to Earth, or any planet connected to Ramla that we want to go to."
"Incredible!" Su Huilan exclaimed. "This is far more advanced than any interstellar travel method we could ever imagine. Compared to this, our spaceship concepts are utterly inadequate! What kind of advanced civilization could have built something like this?!"
Mrs. Larry exclaimed, "The power of God, the miracle of the universe! Perhaps we are all chosen by God, and human civilization will henceforth step onto a new level! Oh no, not a level, but a leap to the top of the pyramid!"