"As time cycles endlessly, this month has once again illuminated ancient times, where the brilliance of a distant civilization vanishes into the mist of time. History is composed of countless cycles; can humanity truly escape this eternal recurrence?"

Wang Yue, Zheng Ya, and Su Ziqi spent the night sitting on the rocks, chatting away. Despite the seemingly endless night, the three women seemed to have endless conversations. Unbeknownst to them, dawn was approaching, and when they looked up, the sky was already lit by the rising sun.

In the early morning, the four children of the Grand Chief, Gong Kang, Gong Yi, Gong Kong, and Gong Jie, arrived at the platform on the top of the pyramid. Upon seeing Su Ziqi and her companions, they immediately knelt down, "We pay our respects to the celestial gods!"

Su Ziqi and her friends shook their heads helplessly. Even Su Ziqi couldn't be bothered to explain further. Let them be.

After the warm greetings, Gong Kang and his three companions immersed themselves in the rhythmic movements of swordplay on the platform, seamlessly transitioning to the art of spear-throwing and archery.

The undulating mountain range revealed a softer slope bathed in sunlight, adorned with majestic spruces. On the shadowy side, the hills cascaded steeply, creating an almost vertical cliff.

On the other side of the cliff stood an imposing mountain, about a hundred steps away from the pinnacle of the pyramid platform. This mountain boasted a lush cover of trees.

These trees, each a canvas for targets, proudly displayed the battle scars of countless arrows, a testament to the frequent archery practices held on the pyramid platform.

As the narrative unfolds, we learn the ages of the four individuals: Gong Kang, seasoned at 22; Gong Yi, 21; Gong Kong, stepping into his 20; and the youthful girl Gong Jie, at a tender age of 16.


The elder Brother Gong Kang took the lead in practicing spear throwing, while the rest observed. His spear, forged with an iron shaft, undoubtedly carried substantial weight.

With a mighty thrust, Gong Kang released the iron spear, accompanied by a sharp 'shoo' slicing through the air. The spear soared like an arrow, precisely hitting the distant bullseye.

The iron spear didn't pause in the target but pierced through, creating a hole in both the target and the tree trunk behind it.

Gong Kang undeniably possessed extraordinary strength! Su Ziqi and her companions couldn't help but silently express their amazement. They had never witnessed such divine strength before.

Subsequently, Gong Kang retrieved an arrow, aimed at another target, and let it fly. The arrow whooshed through the air, hitting the bullseye dead center.

The arrowhead embedded deep into the target, revealing only half of the feathered end. The power and precision were indescribable, truly befitting the esteemed title of the tribe's premier warrior, eliciting another round of cheers.

Gong Yi gave a thumbs up, saying, "Big bro's spear skills are unbeatable; no arguments there. But when it comes to archery, I might have a little friendly disagreement."

Gong Yi aimed at the target, hitting the feather of Gong Kang's arrow precisely, splitting it in half, and embedding the arrowhead into the shaft.

"What a sky-piercing shot!" Gong Kang exclaimed.

Now, it was Gong Kong's turn. He strolled over, saying, "Big bro, pass me the spear." Taking Gong Kang's hefty iron spear, he stumbled a bit, almost tweaking his back. Unfazed, he quipped, "Damn, this spear doesn't feel right. Someday, I'll challenge you with my own spear. But for now, I'll let you take the lead. No hard feelings."

Following that, Gong Kong seized Gong Yi's bow and arrow, skillfully stringing the bow. "Hey, bro, been putting in the hours on archery lately. Got a knack for it now," he announced. But just as he was about to release the arrow, it slipped from his grip, tumbling to the ground. He chuckled, "Not quite my groove, not comfy at all. I'll bring my own gear next time."

The siblings were all too familiar with Gong Kong's flair for words, his boasts, and his silver tongue. Despite being the adopted son, he enjoyed a special place in their father's heart. While they couldn't openly challenge him, they took delight in teasing him on the sly.

Gong Jie, the youngest of the bunch, wasn't content with both Gong Kang and Gong Yi. Grabbing a bow and arrow, she took aim and let loose. Due to her lack of strength, the arrow descended midway down the cliff, sparking a round of laughter.

"Gong Jie, as a young lady, why not join your sister Gong Min in learning household skills instead of honing martial arts with us?" scolded Gong Kang.

Gong Jie remained defiant, about to release another arrow. Suddenly, three massive triangular flying objects appeared in the sky. They glided low over the pyramid platform, brushing the tops of the giant trees, silently drifting by.

Gong Kong was the first to spot the aircraft, exclaiming, "Vimana!" He quickly grabbed Gong Jie and ran towards the direction of the tree hole entrance. Gong Yi, in a panic, followed suit, displaying a genuine fear of the airborne objects.

Only Gong Kang remained composed, drawing his bow and aiming at the flying vessels. Gong Yi hurriedly turned back, pulling Gong Kang into the tree hole.

At this moment, Su Ziqi and her companions stood unmoved, dumbfounded on the spot. Gong Kong, upon seeing them, swiftly returned and forcefully dragged the three into the grand hall of the tree hole without saying a word.

"What on earth is that?" Su Ziqi brought into the grand hall, gazed at Gong Kong and the others in a state of panic, her confusion deepening.

At this moment, within the hearts of Su Ziqi and her companions, questions bubbled up like boiling water, creating a whirlwind of perplexity.

The native inhabitants of this planet appeared so primitive, yet the recently witnessed advanced flying crafts in the sky formed a striking contrast. The natives' reactions to these sophisticated aircraft left Su Ziqi and her companions even more bewildered.

Recalling the scene when Gong Kong encountered the Kuafu-class spacecraft for the first time, he exhibited no fear. However, in the face of these triangular flying objects, his reaction was akin to witnessing a ghost in broad daylight. This genuinely surprised Su Ziqi.

Gong Kong, still shaken, explained, "We call them 'Vimana.' The celestial beings refer to them as the 'Chariots of War,' and they serve as the divine chariots for the gods."

"Vimana?" Su Ziqi's face displayed an expression of disbelief.

"Yes. These damn Vimana only appear after the annual martial arts competition. But this year's competition hasn't happened yet, so why are they here? Damn it, every time they show up, it brings ominous signs."

Su Ziqi's mind buzzed at this moment because the ancient Indian text, the Ramayana, documented a type of flying vehicle traversing the sky, named "Vimana." The Rigveda, an ancient Indian scripture, also depicted various shapes of Vimanas.

Throughout history, scholars dismissed these records as absurd. Su Ziqi never imagined that on a mysterious planet within the solar system tens of thousands of years ago, she would witness flying vehicles known to the locals as 'Vimana.'

Keeping her inner surprise in check, Su Ziqi pressed on with her questioning, "Who was behind the controls of those 'Vimana' just now?"

Unaware of Su Ziqi's expression, Gong Kong, still observing the sky from the doorway, replied, "No need to ask. It's undoubtedly the Green Tribes of Evil Gods' steering them."

"Gong Kong, the chief of the Tiger Tribe mentioned last night that the gods can no longer be resurrected. What does that mean? Have your gods perished? Can celestial gods die in your world?"

When posed with the question again, Gong Kong shifted his gaze back, wearing a solemn expression as he addressed Su Ziqi, "Even though the gods enjoy long lives, they are not immune to death. Our Yellow Tribe's deity met their fate at the hands of the Green Tribes of Evil Gods,"

"So, your gods have conflicts? Have there been wars among them?"

"I've got this one." Gong Kang chimed in from the side, then proceeded to recount the history of Mu Continent in a composed manner.

"From our early days, our parents shared a tale with us — that we were all crafted by the gods. This legend has been passed down through generations, a narrative of gratitude that we are meant to hold dear."

"The celestial gods are divided into seven major tribes. From an unknown time and for unknown reasons, conflicts arose among them. Initially, it started with small-scale wars, gradually escalating into a full-fledged battle. The gods, utilizing the war chariots called 'Vimana,' engaged in mutual warfare. As creations, we, the Yellow Tribe, were also drawn into the conflict to fight for our celestial gods who crafted us."

"We refer to this war as the 'War of the Gods.' It persisted for many years, sweeping across the entire Mu Continent. No tribes were spared, and it only concluded twenty years ago. The outcome of the war was the defeat and demise of our celestial gods from the Yellow Tribe, leaving a profound scar on our clan."

Gong Kang finished, then turned to Gong Kong with a displeased expression, "Brother, did the Vimanas appear in the sky above the forest, and your scouting team didn't notice it beforehand?"


"Hey, bro, cut me some slack on this one. My crew only rolled in last night, sharing that they'd spotted those Vimana in the sky above the forest since yesterday afternoon. The snag is, our old man hit the bottle hard last night, you know, and your mom's never been a fan of mine. So, I had to hold off until our pops woke up..."

"We can't afford to wait on this! With Vimana popping up in the sky so frequently lately, I gotta brief our old man ASAP." Gong Kang wrapped up his words and dashed out of the grand hall.

The chieftain's pad was nestled in a tree hollow adjacent to the pyramid's platform. A bridge corridor connected the platform to the chieftain's residence. Two guards were stationed at the residence's entrance.

At this moment, the gate was tightly closed. Presumably, Gong Dian drank too much last night and was still sound asleep.

The guards, seeing Gong Kang in a hurry, quickly inquired, "Greetings, young master. Is there something urgent?"

Gong Kang brushed past the guards, saying, "It's an emergency. No time for formalities. I'm heading indirectly."

In the grand hall atop the pyramid's giant tree, servants had already brought breakfast. The spread included grilled meat, fruits, cereals, dairy, and fruit wine.

Professor Dong Yifeng had woken up and come downstairs. Gong Yi and his two siblings, along with Su Ziqi, were having breakfast together.

Gong Yi, with a chunk of meat in his right hand, nibbled away, while he poured himself a bowl of fruit wine with his left hand. "Thanks to the blessings of the gods, breakfast is so lavish."

He took a swig of his drink, glanced at Su Ziqi and the crew, and remarked to Gong Kong, "Little bro, it's darn strange. Since those godly folks showed up in our tribe, these Vimana have been popping up in the sky. Is there some kind of link between them?"

Gong Yi's words jolted Su Ziqi. She remembered the Kuafu spacecraft getting hit by some unknown assailant upon entering this planet's atmosphere.

"Could these Vimana be sent by that pyramid? Are they tailing us? If that's the case, could Yang Zhiyuan and the others on the spacecraft be in harm's way?" Su Ziqi shared her worries with the others.

Hua Mei, hearing this, quickly used the quantum comm device on her arm to reach out to Yang Zhiyuan. After trying for a while, there was no response, and a sense of foreboding loomed over the grand hall.

Su Ziqi and her gang had a quick powwow and decided it was time to haul back to the spaceship pronto to check things out. Since they weren't too sure about the way around, they had to rely on Gong Kong to be their guide.

After hearing Su Ziqi's ask, Gong Kong chimed in, "Sure thing, it's an honor to be the guide for the celestial goddess. But..."

"But what?"

"If these 'Vimana' showing up are really linked to you celestial gods, then your situation is pretty dicey. The Green Tribes of Evil Gods is hot on your heels. You gotta disguise yourselves as our Gong family members."

Following that, Gong Kong had the servants fetch the Gong family getup. Once Su Ziqi's crew changed upstairs and came down, the three girls took one look at each other and burst into laughter.

"Ziqi, tell Gong Kong that their outfit game is a bit old-school, especially that yellow headscarf. Can we skip that part?" Zheng Ya suggested.

After Su Ziqi relayed the message, Gong Kong's expression turned serious. He remarked, "Looks like you're ready for some serious trouble!"

"Huh?" Su Ziqi and the group couldn't fathom that not wearing the somewhat outdated yellow headscarf would lead to such drastic consequences.

"In our tribe, the chief has a rule. Anyone without the yellow headscarf can be executed on the spot if spotted. Fortunately, women are exempt from head wrapping; a headband is enough."

Su Ziqi commented, "Your tribe's traditions are indeed peculiar! Well, when in a new place, adapt to the local customs. Gong Kong, there's still space on our flying craft; just join us on our spaceship."