The two Sun are still approaching, but not very quickly, and it's estimated that they won't meet in the sky for another half a day. According to Situ, they won't collide, so people aren't too worried.
However, at that moment, a bright spot suddenly appeared in the center of the sky. People remembered that earlier, when the two Sun were still hanging on the eastern and western horizons, some stars and the shadow of a moon could be seen here. Later, as the Sun became stronger, they disappeared. What lit up now was the location that everyone had thought was the "moon".
"Is it really going to become the Three-Body Problem?" Su Huilan muttered.
People couldn't help but worry again.
The melancholy on Situ's face had vanished. He didn't look at the sky again, but instead followed up on Mrs. Larry's earlier question:
"Of course, Ramla and Earth are closely connected. I've said before that Ramla might be man-made. Think about it, if Ramla were a naturally occurring spacetime Ant Nest in the universe, then its connection point with Earth would be accidental and unstable. Not to mention thousands of years, even a few decades is unlikely. And it would usually change location, not always be in that same ocean area."
"I also believe Ramla is man-made, but—" Mrs. Larry hesitated, as if there was something she was reluctant to say, "In Earth's civilization, we haven't found anyone capable of creating such a thing, unless... the legends of the Gendaya People are true, that they created this place with the power of their third eye!"
"Isn't there a 'third eye' in Itza People mythology?"
Qingmu recalled the lyrics of the savage's prayer to the stars, translated by his wife.
I will be with the Holy Land.
generation after generation,
The day the gods return.
At that time, if my descendants are still alive,
Please grant him his third eye...
"Please forgive me, my feelings for the Gendaya Civilization may have unconsciously led me to use inaccurate wording in the translation," Mrs. Larry said. "The original Itza People phrase probably meant—'to obtain divine power through the eyes of God'—which is difficult to express clearly in a single sentence."
"Actually, your translation is very accurate; it's easy to understand with a third eye," Su Huilan said.
"Thank you," Mrs. Larry said.
Situ said, "The third eye of the Gendaya People may be a metaphor. The eye is the main organ for humans to perceive the world, Maya People may be using the eye to describe another way the Gendaya People perceived the world. The third eye is in the middle of the forehead, where the brain is located. Drawing an eye there means that the brain of people at that time could directly perceive the world, just like seeing with a third eye."
Therefore, I suspect that Earth was once a world with a very abundant Mental Power Field, where everyone could control Mental Power. The Gendaya Civilization was such a civilization. Regardless of whether Ramla was man-made or not, it has a close connection with Earth.
"But... no matter how strong your Mental Power is, you can't create Ant Nest like this, right? This is beyond the concept of a Type III civilization!" Su Huilan said.
"No. This doesn't contradict the Kardashev Scale. When life forms master interstellar energy, they don't necessarily adopt the Dyson sphere model. If a civilization or race masters the rules of spacetime through Mental Power, thereby gaining access to black hole energy or dark energy, then reaching or surpassing Type III civilization wouldn't be difficult."
"So those altars really might be mechanisms controlling Ramla?" Su Huilan thought for a moment and said, "Madam said that in the Itza People language, Ramla means 'place of holy war.' Could we then understand this place as a 'starship' built by an ancient civilization? It's just that our thinking is fixed, as if starships have to look like what we see, and must be made of super metals or other elements to resemble airplanes or ships. But that might be a joke in the eyes of advanced civilizations."
"So they conquered the Milky Way with this thing?" Boris still couldn't figure out how this thing had become a starship. "Was it the engine igniting every time it fogged up, like smoke coming out of a rocket's tail?!"
"Perhaps that's the case; even the Earth was conquered by them!" Petru said.
"Get lost! Are you trying to claim kinship with aliens, trying to say you're their descendant?" Boris scoffed. "That's typical traitorous talk! In the time of the great Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin, you'd get shot for that!"
Petru said, "Oh really? When will you Russia ' arms stop reaching so far! Your great leader can't control me. He may have a big beard, but my beard is no less than his, ha ha!"
Boris glared at him.
Situ suddenly said, "Do you remember Madam mentioning Gaia from the Itza People myth? I recall that in Greece mythology, Gaia held a Bottle of Life containing the Seeds of All Things and the Spring of Life. She used this bottle to sow the seeds of life across the earth."
"So what?" Boris didn't understand what this had to do with Gaia.
" The Ramla can also be seen as a bottle— Klein Bottle," Su Huilan said.
Boris didn't understand what Klein Bottle was, so he shrugged and stopped talking, going to relieve Ivan and keep watch on the warships on the distant lake.
Situ then said something completely inexplicable:
Legend has it that Gaia made a promise at Sun to plant the seeds of hope in every life on earth.
Qingmu felt there was something hidden in Situ's words, but Situ didn't continue. Just then, the Crow flew back.
The Crow Guagua and circled once in the sky, then landed precisely on Qingmu's head, feigning exhaustion and panting as it cawed:
"Oh, Guagua, this lake doesn't look very big, but once you fly over, you'll realize how far it is! Um, you know, people can't walk when they're hungry, and birds can't fly far when they're hungry..."
It chattered on and on, refusing to say what it had seen on the boat, driving the people around it so impatient they wanted to slap it. But even when hunting birds, one must consider the owner's feelings; that bird with the messy hair under its claws was not to be trifled with.
Situ smiled and said to Ivan, "Do you have any dried meat left? Take some out and treat the heroes returning from the campaign."
"Wow!" The Crow stretched its neck contentedly, its eyes fixed on Ivan, muttering, "Such a big ship, flying around it once must burn at least three hundred calories. That might not mean much to humans, but for a bird, that's practically starving!..."
Ivan took out a packet of dried meat tied with thin vines, placed some on the nearby rock, and asked, "Is this enough?"
The Crow hopped up and said, "There's enough for the crows, but—" it turned to look at Hanran, "If the cat eats some too, then there won't be enough, quack!"
It meowed Hanran.
Ivan put the whole bag of jerky down. "Is that enough?"
The Crow beckoned to Hanran with its wing, gesturing for her to eat with it. Hanran scurried up and squatted down next to the crow to eat.
" Guagua, it tastes good! But... could you add some salt?" the Crow mumbled, a piece of dried meat dangling from its beak.
"Okay." Ivan patiently took out some salt and sprinkled it on the jerky.
Qingmu wasn't in a hurry, watching the Crow eat slowly. He knew that although the bird was greedy and talkative, it knew what was important. Its behavior suggested there was nothing unusual on the ship. However, this piqued his curiosity; surely it couldn't be an empty ship?
"Tell me about what happened on the ship," Qingmu asked after the Crow had finished eating.
"Oh... on the ship?" The Crow raised its head, as if recalling something. "... There was canned food on the ship, but it's spoiled and inedible..."
"I wasn't asking about your food, let's talk about something else, serious business!" Qingmu warned.
"Eating isn't a serious matter?!" The Crow gazed at the sky, lost in thought.
"Is anyone on board?" Petru finally couldn't help but ask.
"Humans?" The Crow snapped out of its daze. "If skeletons count as humans, then there seem to be quite a few."