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Almost simultaneously with the prompt from [Aha] that triggered a nationwide shift of attention to Jinggang Mountain.

The five Dragon Ball hunters set off from their respective cities like arrows released from a bow.

Shanghai, Hongqiao Airport.

Liu Feng sat in the waiting hall, clutching the boarding pass for his flight to Nanchang.

Inside his backpack, the two-star object lay quietly.

From the sunrise projection under the Oriental Pearl Tower to today's journey to Jinggang Mountain.

He suddenly realized that this treasure hunt was no longer just about fulfilling a wish.

Outside the window, planes were taking off and landing on the runway.

He recalled the ecstasy he felt when he first found the Dragon Balls.

Now, that ecstasy is enveloped by something much heavier.

What is it?

He couldn't explain it.

He had a vague feeling that even if he ultimately failed to find the seven stars himself.

This journey itself has filled a certain spiritual void within me.

Xi'an, high-speed railway station.

Li Mubai leaned back in his seat, watching the scenery rushing past the window.

He carefully placed the five-star item in his backpack close to his body.

From the brilliance of the Big Dipper at the Small Wild Goose Pagoda in Xi'an to the spark of hope at Jinggang Mountain.

He suddenly recalled the thrill of touching history while solving a mystery.

This time, however, he will be touching an even more intense chapter of history.

A period of history that directly shaped the China we know today.

He glanced down at his phone.

In the group chat, the other hunters were sharing their itineraries.

Liu Feng has already boarded the plane.

Lin Wei has just departed from Shanghai Hongqiao Station.

Chen Yu started from Changsha, which is the shortest route and should be the fastest to arrive.

Gu Yu traveled the longest route from Xining, but he had already boarded the plane.

Five people, five stars.

He muttered to himself.

Who will get the seventh one?

Shanghai Hongqiao Railway Station.

Lin Wei sat on the high-speed train, watching the city rushing past the window.

Three-star items lay quietly in the compartment of her suitcase.

She habitually opened her data analysis software, wanting to use a model to predict the probability of this treasure hunt.

But soon, she gave up.

Because she found that it was difficult to predict anything using data this time.

Those historical sites, those revolutionary relics, those spiritual symbols...

The data cannot be quantified.

She suddenly realized that she might be involved in a major event that transcends data logic.

Regarding the spirit.

On inheritance.

She closed the software and looked out the window.

The train is passing through the fields of Jiangxi.

The distant mountains stretch endlessly.

"Soon."

She said softly.

Changsha, on the highway.

Chen Yu sat in the car, watching the scenery rushing past the window.

She carefully wrapped the planet in red cloth.

From the Changsha Hybrid Rice Research Center to the revolutionary holy site of Jinggang Mountain.

From the dream of freeing everyone from hunger to the spark of a new era.

She felt a strange spiritual connection.

That old man made the land produce grain.

And those ancestors made the land grow with hope.

She glanced down at her phone.

In the group chat, Liu Feng sent a message:

[Liu Feng]: I just got off the plane and am transferring to get to Jinggang Mountain. Where are you?

[Li Mubai]: Still on the high-speed train, about an hour and a half away.

[Lin Wei]: I'm also on the high-speed train, around the same time.

[Chen Yu]: I'm the fastest. I've already entered the mountains and should arrive in about half an hour.

[Gu Yu]: I just arrived in Nanchang and am looking for a car. You guys go ahead, don't wait for me.

Chen Yu looked at the messages and smiled.

She looked out the window.

In the distance, the outline of the Luoxiao Mountains is already clearly visible.

That red land is just ahead.

Xining, Caojiabao Airport.

Gu Yu boarded a plane bound for Nanchang.

He placed the six-star object in a specially made protective box.

From Qinghai Atomic City to Jinggang Mountain.

From the place that witnessed the defense of the shield of peace, to the place that ignited the flame of hope.

He felt as if he were walking along a clear spiritual path.

Some of our predecessors worked in anonymity to create major national projects on the Gobi Desert.

Some risked their lives to ignite sparks of revolution in remote mountain valleys.

They are all from the same group of people.

They all shared the same dream.

Live streaming, trending topics, fan support...

Countless eyes are focused on the itinerary of these five celebrity hunters, speculating who will come out on top.

Remove the seven-pointed star that symbolizes change and perfection.

The gears of fate seem to be turning toward a highly anticipated showdown.

However, the real variables often emerge outside the spotlight.

Chen Fan, 22 years old, is a native of Jinggang Mountain.

Recent graduates from local tourism vocational colleges.

I am currently an intern tour guide in the revolutionary site area.

He grew up listening to stories about the revolution.

They know the history of every revolutionary former residence and every grain-carrying path like the back of their hand.

He is also a loyal fan of the Land of Light.

From Ultraman Tiga to Dragon Ball, from Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit to Fantasy Westward Journey.

He follows every single one of his works.

He watched the entire search for the Dragon Balls.

He analyzed each puzzle in the comments section.

Although I've never guessed it right.

But he enjoyed it.

When the notification from [Aha] drew the attention of the entire internet to Jinggang Mountain.

His heart raced; he felt a surge of pride and a strange premonition.

"A single spark can start a prairie fire..."

"The embrace of fire..."

"The Seventh Star..."

Unlike hunters who come from afar and need to follow a map to find their prey.

These words swirled in his mind, silently conversing with the mountains, rivers, plants, ancient sites, and cultural relics in his memory.

His gaze swept over those familiar places—

Former residence of a great man.

Jinggangshan Revolutionary Museum.

Cemetery for Revolutionary Martyrs.

……

These places are indeed symbols of sparks.

But it seems...

Something is still missing.

That guidance calls for an embrace.

It is a more original, more primal place, more like a spark that has been carefully preserved and ignited.

He continued walking forward.

Unbeknownst to us, we turned onto a secluded path leading to a small wooded area behind the old residence of Dajing.

This road is rarely visited by tourists.

Only local elderly people come here for a walk occasionally.

When he was a child, his grandfather often brought him here.

Tell him that during the most difficult times, the soldiers used such mountains and forests to hide, hold meetings, and store supplies.

He walked along the path.

The chirping of birds rose and fell in waves.

At the end of the path was an inconspicuous crevice in the cliff.

In front of the crevice, there was a small, flat patch of grass.

Chen Fan approached the rocky cliff, his gaze sweeping over it as usual.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on the depths of the crevice.

There, there is a stone with an unusually round shape.

The exposed corner, under the sunlight, faintly gleamed with an orange sheen.

Chen Fan's heart skipped a beat.

He held his breath.

He approached cautiously.

Brush away the surrounding dead leaves and loose soil.

A crystal-clear orange sphere gradually appeared.

Inside the sphere.

Seven bright red five-pointed stars are arranged like the Big Dipper.

It is flowing slowly.

Seven Planets!

There was no scheming, no public attention, and no fierce competition.

And so it lies quietly in the most authentic and simple embrace of nature.

Bathed in sunlight, listening to birdsong, and surrounded by the scent of earth and grass.

It's as if it always belonged here.

We are simply waiting for a child who truly understands this land and harbors a pure love for it.

As if returning home, gently lift it up.

The opportunities and variables governed by the Greedy Wolf Star.

At this moment, it unfolds in the most unexpected yet most logical way.

It doesn't belong to those famous hunters who have overcome numerous obstacles and carried an aura of glory.

Instead, it quietly fell into the hands of the children nurtured by this land in an almost natural way.

With trembling hands, Chen Fan solemnly lifted the seven-pointed star.

The Dragon Balls have a smooth, warm feel to the touch.

heavy.

He looked around at the silent mountains and forests.

Then I looked towards Ciping, which was gradually reviving in the distance.

A warm current, a mixture of immense surprise, profound awe, and an inexplicable sense of mission, instantly flowed through my entire body.

He didn't cheer immediately, nor did he take a picture and upload it; he simply sat down on a rock nearby.

He held the seven-star object tightly in his arms, gazing at the distant mountains and the rising sun, remaining silent for a long time.

……

[Ding, Planet Seven has been activated.]