With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

"Host, let's discuss this issue after we leave this space."

One person, one rule—that's how he emerged from the space.

It was late at night, and the room was empty. The curtains were drawn tightly, with only the bedside lamp casting a faint glow. Jiang Zhiyu glanced at the note; it was still on the table, the edges slightly curled, but untouched. She spread her mental energy, scanning the entire house. Everyone in the family was asleep, their breathing steady. Only two guards stood watch outside the door, their footsteps very soft.

Her family must have seen the note she left, and she was finally relieved.

"Host, host, didn't you want to know what my newly upgraded ability is? Do you know where the farthest teleportation distance I can sense right now is?" Seventeen's voice suddenly became a little excited.

Jiang Zhiyu was a little confused.

"where?"

"Host, I can now teleport you to any location on the moon."

Jiang Zhiyu was taken aback at first, then overjoyed, her whole body perked up.

"Wow, that's impressive! What are we waiting for? Let's go!"

"Host, please prepare yourself! This is the longest teleportation you've ever made; it might be a little uncomfortable in the middle."

Jiang Zhiyu was so excited that she didn't think too much; her mind was filled with images of the moon, lunar soil, and that desolate land that had never been set foot on by Chinese people.

The next second, she felt herself being pulled by a tremendous force, and the surrounding scenery instantly distorted and deformed. She heard the howling wind, but upon closer listening, she could hear nothing. Her mind felt like it was being stuffed into a blender, hazy and disoriented, making even thinking difficult. Every inch of her body seemed to be compressed and stretched repeatedly.

This oppressive feeling lasted for a full minute, as long as an eternity.

Then, suddenly, my foot touched solid ground.

A wave of dizziness and nausea washed over her, her stomach churning violently. Jiang Zhiyu tried to take a deep breath to calm herself, but her chest felt incredibly tight, as if something was blocking her airway, preventing her from inhaling anything at all.

A sharp pain shot through her chest, and she instinctively tried to take another deep breath, but nothing came out. A burning sensation shot through her back, as if it were on fire; her eardrums throbbed, and it felt as if all the blood rushed to her skin; every nerve in her body was screaming an alarm.

"Host, hurry up and enter the space!" Seventeen shouted urgently.

Jiang Zhiyu, without suspecting anything, quickly entered the space, and the discomfort gradually subsided.

She picked up a cup of spiritual spring water and drank it. The cool liquid slid down her throat, and it took her a while to calm down before her heartbeat slowly subsided.

"Host, I told you to be prepared, have you forgotten that there's no air on the moon?" Seventeen's voice carried a hint of helplessness.

"I was too excited just now, and I subconsciously ignored all the problems." Jiang Zhiyu smiled wryly. "It's okay, I can construct a spatial passage to connect my current space with the space fusion, so that even when I'm outside the space, I can still breathe the air inside."

As she spoke, Jiang Zhiyu directly left the space and used her spatial abilities to create a spatial passage connecting directly to the space within a radius of fifty meters around herself.

Fresh air flowed out of the passage, carrying the unique sweet scent of the spiritual spring. Once she could breathe on her own, Jiang Zhiyu began to observe her surroundings.

There was no wind, no air movement, and an eerie silence all around. It wasn't the quiet of a night on Earth; it was true, absolute stillness, so quiet that even one's own heartbeat was exceptionally clear.

Beneath my feet lay silvery-gray lunar soil, powdery like dust, which sank gently underfoot, leaving shallow footprints. There was no dampness, only dryness and coldness; every grain of dust seemed weathered by time over millions of years.

Looking up, the azure sky was gone, replaced by a vast, dark, deathly black expanse of the cosmos. Countless stars, like diamonds nailed into the black canopy, were sharp and cold. Without the scattering of the atmosphere, the stars didn't twinkle; they just stared straight at you, densely covering the entire sky.

Jiang Zhiyu shifted her feet slightly, felt a sense of weightlessness, and her body floated up a little. She quickly regained her balance.

"Host, the gravity here is different from Earth's; it's only one-sixth of Earth's. Be careful."

"Fortunately, host, we've landed on the terminator, where the temperature is suitable. Otherwise, we'd either get sunburned or frostbitten. The moon can reach over 100 degrees Celsius during the day and drop to below -100 degrees Celsius at night. But thankfully, you've now constructed a spatial passage, protecting you from the threats posed by the outside temperature and environment."

Jiang Zhiyu turned to look at Earth.

A gigantic blue-white sphere hangs silently in the dark sky, as if nailed to that dark space, standing motionless. The entire sphere radiates a blue-white light, clouds churn, and the sea shimmers. An arc-shaped dividing line between light and shadow cuts across the entire Earth, one half bright with daylight, the other half deep with night.

Jiang Zhiyu felt like her heart was about to stop.

That kind of beauty is unmatched by any other scenery on Earth. It is the direction of home, the cradle on which billions of people depend for survival, and now, she stands in another world 380,000 kilometers away, looking back at it.

There was no sound around her, only deathly silence. Combined with the oppressive feeling of this colossal object, her perception was repeatedly reshaped. A profound loneliness, welling up from the depths of her soul, instantly overwhelmed her. It wasn't loneliness itself, but a sense of insignificance on a cosmic scale.

"Host, stop watching. Don't watch for too long the first time, or you'll have psychological problems," Seventeen warned.

Jiang Zhiyu smiled, a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth.

"Seventeen, it's alright. After going through so much, if I didn't have this much mental fortitude, I would have wasted this trip."

She took a few more light steps, looked at the pitted surface, took out a large box from her spatial storage, took out a shovel, and then began to dig the soil with a series of thuds.

"Host, why are you taking soil from the moon?" Seventeen asked, looking puzzled.

"Seventeen, are you crazy? This is lunar soil! If we take it back, those scientists will go insane!"

Seventeen shut up.

Jiang Zhiyu dug with increasing enthusiasm, completely forgetting the nausea and dizziness she had felt earlier. The lunar soil was soft and loose, making it easy to dig into the box, shovelful after shovelful. She was now increasingly excited as she dug, a feeling that had only come to her belated realization.

She went to the moon.

She's on the moon!

The faster she dug, the faster her hands moved, as if she wanted to finish digging in two quick strokes and then teleport back to share the news with Elder Gao and Elder Li.

Seventeen, however, had no such scruples. It transformed into its robot form and surveyed the area, its metal feet leaving a series of neat imprints on the lunar soil.

"Host, it's all the same. Everything around us is the same, nothing's changed. It's all gray and gloomy, not even a decent rock in sight."

Jiang Zhiyu had already dug up a box of lunar soil, which she then stored in her spatial storage.

"Seventeen, we're going back."

"Host, aren't you going to construct a passage?"

"I haven't decided where to set up the other end yet, so it's not too late to go back and discuss it before building it. Also, the location for this part on the moon is very important."