All the heavens, starting as the ruler of the universe

The star continued to rise, but Lin Yan's figure had already disappeared.

The shadows of the group on the ice field were getting shorter, the light was getting stronger, and the temperature was gradually rising.

The temperature regulator inside the protective suit was constantly buzzing, but nobody cared.

Representative Zhou's voice came through the communicator, crackling with static: "Mr. Liu Ming, the United Government has activated the 'Return Home Plan.' The first batch of ground personnel will depart in six hours. Do you... want to come back?"

"No need." Liu Ming glanced at the horse talisman Lin Yan had left him. "I'll stay here. You can do your thing."

There was a moment of silence on the communicator. "Okay, please be careful."

Liu Ming turned off the communication and continued to look at the sun.

The fact that a new sun had suddenly appeared in the sky couldn't be kept secret, and the coalition government had no intention of hiding it either.

So at this moment, the more than 10,000 underground cities are teeming with people.

"Citizens, please remain calm." The voice on the loudspeaker was steady, mechanically reading from a prepared statement. "The coalition government has activated the 'Return Home Plan.' The first batch of ground personnel will depart in six hours. Please return to your residences and await further instructions."

No one moved.

The announcement was repeated three times, but still no one moved.

When the first group of ground personnel set off, every exit of the underground city was packed with people.

When the group arrived, everyone spontaneously made way for each other.

"stand at attention!"

The captain shouted, and the team stood at attention.

He turned around, looked at the people crowding at the exit, opened his mouth as if to say something, but said nothing.

He took a deep breath, put on his helmet, and turned to walk away.

Behind them, the team members followed one after another, their boots making a rhythmic sound as they pounded on the metal floor, echoing through the quiet corridor.

On the ice field, the sun was so large that it was a disc. The sunlight fell on the snow, turning the entire ice field golden.

The team members stood there, heads tilted back, their excitement beyond words.

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"Spread out," the captain's voice came through the communicator. "Collect samples, measure data, and establish a temporary base."

The team members moved; they took out instruments from their backpacks, squatted down, and began working.

But their eyes were constantly looking up at the sky. No one could resist looking.

Soon, transport vehicles carrying various instruments and materials arrived one after another, and campsites sprang up one after another.

Liu Ming stood at a distance, watching the busy people.

He had already taken off his protective suit.

With his enhanced body and the horse talisman, he could ignore the slowly rising temperature.

In more than 10,000 underground cities, the same message is being broadcast simultaneously in different languages.

"Fellow citizens, the coalition government has confirmed that New Star is on a stable track, the homecoming plan has officially started, and we have arrived home."

In the underground city, cries and laughter mingled together. Some people were sobbing uncontrollably, some were laughing uproariously, some were kneeling on the ground in prayer, and some were standing there in a daze.

They never imagined that the Wandering Earth project would end in their generation.

On the ice field, campsites rise one after another. White tents, silver equipment, and red flags flutter in the wind.

The team members lined up and unloaded the supplies from the transport vehicle, carrying them box by box into the tent.

Their movements were quick but steady, as if they were doing something they had been preparing for a long time—and they had indeed been preparing for a long time.

The captain stood in the center of the camp, holding a tablet and staring at the data on it.

Temperature, radiation, atmospheric composition, soil samples—everything is changing, and it's getting better every moment.

"The temperature is minus forty degrees Celsius," he said into the communicator. "It's five degrees higher than it was two hours ago."

A response came from headquarters through the communicator, the voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement: "Received, continue monitoring."

"Captain, when do you think we'll finally be able to truly live on the ground?" a team member asked while drilling into the ice to take samples.

"It's too early. Just do your job. We still need to deal with the ice melting as the temperature rises." Although the captain spoke seriously, he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

"Do I still have a chance to visit my grandfather's house? He always tells me how wonderful it is there."

"Soon, you'll be able to go back once the ice melts in a while." The captain listened to his words and also fell into his memories.

In the final moments of the twenty-four hours, Liu Ming stood on the ice field.

The sun has reached the orbit Lin Yan had set in advance, and from then on, the solar system has a new star.

The sunlight fell on the ice field, turning the entire snowfield into a giant mirror, reflecting golden-white light.

Liu Ming looked up at the sun, not thinking about the survival of all mankind, but marveling at Lin Yan's power.

That's a star, the real sun, yet in Lin Yan's hands it's even more obedient than a glass ball.

Liu Ming couldn't fathom just how powerful Lin Yan was, capable of doing something so casually.

Representative Zhou's voice came through the communicator clearly: "Mr. Liu Ming, the new star has stabilized. The United Government has decided to entrust you with the naming rights of this star. You will decide the name of this new sun."

"No need for such trouble, just call it the Sun." Liu Ming didn't care about such trivial matters. After the shock Lin Yan brought him, Liu Ming's goal was at least on the level of the stars and the universe.

He has a chat group; his vision shouldn't be confined to this small planet.

There was a moment of silence on the communicator.

Representative Zhou's voice rang out again, tinged with regret: "Won't you... reconsider? This sun was brought to us by you; humanity will remember you."

"No need," Liu Ming said. "If you're going to remember someone, remember Brother Lin. Without him, I can't do anything."

There was silence on the other end of the communicator.

Liu Ming didn't care what he was thinking.

"By the way, I need a relatively safe place where I won't be disturbed, and I hope this place belongs to me."

"Okay, do you have any other requests?" Representative Zhou's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible excitement.

"I don't have any other requirements, it just doesn't need to be too big." Liu Ming wanted to find a place to prepare to place Lin Yan's spatial rift.

"The United Government will meet your needs. There are plenty of suitable places in the underground city. If you need them, they will be available anytime. On land, it will take some time, and on the islands, it will take until the artificial moon is stable."

"Then let's wait a while." Liu Ming didn't want to go back to that oppressive underground space.

"Okay, please feel free to contact me if you need anything." Representative Zhou's voice was no longer heard, but Liu Ming knew that he was always there.