Hearing the Dragon Girl's translation shocked me. My brother-in-law was truly one to drop bombshells; setting aside my complete lack of experience for this job, I was due home in a month. How could I possibly stay here to lead a revolution of prehistoric people? Was he joking?

The Dragon Girl answered for me, "Brother, don't overthink it. The Dragon Envoy must leave eventually; he doesn't belong to our world, and you can't make him stay."

Long Xi cautiously tested his sister, "Even for you, he wouldn't stay? I know he likes you. Although my initial ambition was to secure the pure bloodline for the Dragon Family, I see clearly now: if you can unite with the Dragon Envoy and bear offspring, that is the true Dragon Family bloodline, because the Dragon Envoy is the true Dragon! He possesses such astonishing power; his descendants will undoubtedly conquer all hardships and reclaim dominion over this planet. This is the final wish of our Dragon Family ancestors!"

The Dragon Girl replied, "Brother, things are not as simple as you imagine. You need not concern yourself with the matter between the Dragon Envoy and me; I have my own plans regarding progeny."

Long Xi continued, "During this time, I have been studying the Bagua diagrams the Dragon Envoy gave me, and I've gained significant insight. I have decided to step down from the kingship to devote myself entirely to researching these charts. If I can achieve something in this field, it will be to honor the Dragon Envoy's high expectations."

After consulting with me, the Dragon Girl told Long Xi, "Brother, the Dragon Envoy has only agreed to help you govern the nation for this one month; after that, he must return home. Taihao cannot be without you. Even if you are deeply absorbed in these Bagua diagrams, you must come to your senses after one month. The nation cannot be without a master even for a day."

Long Xi nodded, "One month is sufficient. Let me try experiencing life as an ordinary person; perhaps it will benefit my governance of Taihao afterward."

After my brother-in-law dumped the burden onto me, my schedule became even tighter. Even my nightly rendezvous for pleasure with Elena and the Dragon Girl had to be canceled. Fortunately, Zhuda and the others provided substantial help, and against all odds, on the very day before the six-month deadline, we managed to make the colossal Moon look reasonably presentable—much like the Moon we observed six millennia later.

In truth, I knew this Moon was basically constructed of little more than paper mâché. While the ten spacecraft returned from 'Water' Planet were immensely powerful, their connections and internal systems were all hastily assembled; each ship operated independently, lacking a unified propulsion or anti-gravity system, and the core had no central gravitational system. In short, the Moon's physical metrics vastly differed from those actually measured six thousand years in the future. But I was leaving the prehistoric era tomorrow; there was no time left to tinker with it. Perhaps after the Moon ascended, the prehistoric people would spend several more millennia refining it until it resembled its future form. In any case, I decided to let nature take its course.

Standing beneath this sphere—a structure no longer describable merely as 'massive'—Elena, the Dragon Girl, and I were filled with joy. This was the crystallization of our efforts. Even if it resembled a shoddy construction project, there was no Quality Inspection Bureau here, so we didn't need to fear investigation.

Elena leaped into my arms and cried out, "Mission accomplished! After we ascend tomorrow, we go home! Husband, I'm dying to see your little doghouse!"

I noticed the Dragon Girl staring blankly at the Moon hanging in the sky. I immediately pulled her into an embrace, lifting her too. "What's wrong, Dragon Girl? You seem unusually subdued lately. Are you troubled by something? Tell me; there's nothing I can't solve. As for your illness, don't worry at all; Xiaoxue has plenty of the treatment potion."

The Dragon Girl hugged my head and said, "I'm fine, Husband. Perhaps I'm just reluctant to leave Brother Long Xi."

Just as I began to console her, two figures suddenly bounded out from behind us with a thump—it was Zhuda and Cai Bao'er. "Aha, Commander Zhao, still embracing two beauties here for some illicit pleasure? We're going home tomorrow! Any thoughts? If only we had a camera to take a souvenir photo! What kind of primitive civilization is this? With such advanced great ships, yet they can't even produce a simple camera."

Zhuda and Cai Bao'er, each holding a massive bronze hammer, gazed at the Moon, whose edge was invisible to the eye, full of admiration. Zhuda exclaimed, "I never dreamed that Planet 1 was something we built! If I tell people this back home, they'll call me a madman."

Cai Bao'er added, "I never imagined I'd become an omniscient prophet. Wherever I go, I'll tell people the Great Flood is coming: build your boats, plant your gourds, gather a pair of every animal, and save every kind of seed. Look, wouldn't I become the mythical Heavenly God?"

The five of us burst into laughter. Regardless of the actual historical facts from six thousand years ago, this was how we were experiencing it now. As for how future generations six thousand years hence would judge it, that was beyond our control.

Yet, after the laughter faded, serious expressions settled on everyone’s faces. Naturally, it was because of the Great Flood. Calculations showed that even if the rebels hadn't attacked the Moon, its ascent would generate immense reactionary forces, causing the oceans to surge onto the land. This massive tide would shift the Earth's surface mass, leading to a change in the planet's axial tilt and a displacement of the poles. As the Earth’s axis shifted, the tremendous kinetic energy of the planet's motion would trigger crustal instability, resulting in frequent seismic and volcanic activity. These events are confirmed by numerous later legends: such as the mythological collapse of the pillar supporting heaven and earth, the trembling of the earth's foundation, the heavens tilting toward the northwest, and the stars changing their orbits; the sinking of Atlantis in the West; and the two of the five immortal mountains in the East Sea sinking, as recounted in Chinese lore—these were likely descriptions of this very catastrophe.

As everyone grew somber, Xia Huren’s voice called down from overhead, "Everyone, ride your Pterodactyls up to the sky and take a look! It's magnificent!"

Zhuda and Cai Bao'er swung their great bronze hammers, "Tiger, believe it or not, we could smash you right out of the sky! It’s a shame we can't take these super weapons back; imagine using them in a fight—it would be one hammer, one kill."

Xia Huren laughed from above, "Believe it or not, I could roast you into suckling pigs first! Ha-ha. It seems everyone is in a good mood about going home." These fire-breathing Pterodactyls would certainly be extinct six thousand years later, otherwise, they would cause untold fires. Their saliva contained a highly flammable substance with a very low ignition point; once it left their abdominal cavities and entered the air, it would ignite immediately upon contact with oxygen—that was the principle behind their fire-breathing.

Elena, nestled in my arms, murmured, "This scene looks so familiar. Oh, yes, I saw a golden statue of this moment six thousand years in the future. The one with two women in his arms was Husband, and I was one of them! Those two plump figures holding the big watermelons were the others! And the one flying in the sky was Tiger!"

I also recalled the photographs He Yuqing had once shown me, where I had scoffed at the prehistoric people for having multiple wives, only to realize I was mocking myself! Fate, sometimes, has a twisted sense of humor.

However, I was now certain that the man in black had not died, as he had already appeared six thousand years in the future. As for Kang Hui, I couldn't be sure, but since he never reappeared in the historical record of the next six millennia, perhaps the world would enjoy peace for another six thousand years. As for how I defeated them, it might remain a mystery, just like the unsolvable riddles of history. I only wondered if I would transform again once I returned to six thousand years later.

That night, Taihao held a grand celebratory banquet. Although the food selection was sparse, the focus was on celebration and farewell. All procedures had been confirmed flawlessly; the scientists were scheduled to ignite the system and ascend the following morning, while we would use the saucer to reach the teleportation point home in the pre-dawn hours, thus missing the solemn ceremony.

The Dragon Girl cried several times throughout the night, likely over parting with her brother, clinging to me and vowing her love for me for a lifetime and six thousand years. Her tears broke my heart. Elena, meanwhile, insisted on plying me with alcohol. Bai and Xue also came over to toast me, repeatedly reminding me to take good care of their Xiaoxue. I couldn't keep my origins from these two great scientists. The Dragon Girl informed me that they had repeatedly confirmed my product was fully capable of reproduction, and due to the density of the Dragon Girl's ovum, it had miraculously avoided contamination by the virus, making the procreation plan viable. I had already authorized the two scientists and supplied them with a sufficient quantity of goods, hoping they would soon complete their grand modification plan.

Since I never cheat when drinking with my own people, I always let my body relax and never resisted the alcohol. Under the concerted attack from Elena and Bai Xue, it was inevitable that I would get drunk. When the Dragon Girl came with a tearful toast, I had no choice but to drink more. The result was that I was completely smashed. Before the banquet even ended, I lost all consciousness, vaguely remembering the Dragon Girl and Elena carrying me to the bedroom. I think I even mumbled something to Xue, telling her to wait, that I would make her another bottle of the liquid of life soon.

I retained no memory after that, only the sensation of something cool and wet dripping on my face. This felt wonderfully soothing to my alcohol-flushed, thoroughly inebriated self. I paid no mind to where the water came from or why it tasted both salty and bitter.

I woke up to blinding sunlight streaming through the window, which terrified me into scrambling out of bed, shouting, "We're ruined! Ruined! Get up, get up! I don't know if we'll make the teleportation! That bastard Zhuda left without even waking us up!"

I threw off the covers to reveal two stunning, delicate bodies. One of them rubbed her eyes and mumbled, "Smelly brother-in-law, let me sleep a little longer! You were up so late last night; can’t we even have a lazy morning?"

Thud! I tumbled off the bed onto the floor. "Fenfen! Fangfang! Why are you two here?!"