Accompanied by a loud bang, a violent torrent of energy engulfed Sunday’s figure.
But it wasn't over; the excess energy continued to fly into the distance, piercing through the entire Asdana Star System and disappearing into the boundless starry sky.
If one were to look at Asdana from afar, they would find that this strike seemed to have parted the entire Asdana Star System down the middle.
The Astral Express Crew, naturally, were also affected by this aftermath, but at their moment of crisis, a shield simultaneously appeared around everyone.
This shield was extremely sturdy, and even in the face of such a powerful impact, it protected everyone very well, ensuring they suffered no harm.
Himeko, who was closest to them and intended to protect everyone with all her might, felt a slight relief after sensing this power.
But then, after carefully sensing it again, she looked around with some confusion, yet she didn't find anyone.
“A Preservation Envoy? Who could it be?”
After waiting for a moment, the unknown Preservation Envoy still did not appear, so Himeko stopped searching and immediately headed in the direction of the Astral Express Crew.
Meanwhile, Jiang Lin, who was in the distance, noticed that the IPC fleet, which had originally been stationary, was now beginning an orderly retreat.
But Jiang Lin didn't think much of it at the moment; his attention was entirely focused on Sunday, who had just taken that blow.
Upon seeing that Sunday was motionless and even beginning to slowly dissipate, Jiang Lin approached quickly without hesitation.
If possible, he really didn't want to give up this immense power of harmony... or order, before him.
Besides, even if it was a trap, the most he would lose was just a clone.
In just a few seconds, Jiang Lin arrived next to the Astral Express Crew.
Seeing that they were all fine, the slowly dissipating shields around them caught Jiang Lin's attention.
A certain guess emerged in Jiang Lin's mind, but the most urgent matter was still Sunday.
Just as Jiang Lin was about to make his move, Sunday, who had been slowly disappearing, vanished instantly.
In its place was—the final “Supreme Beginning.”
However, Jiang Lin had anticipated this situation, but before he could react, Himeko seemed to seize up and directly pushed him away.
Jiang Lin: ???
After seeing Himeko's back, Jiang Lin was slightly stunned, and then, although there was a tiny bit of emotion in his heart, he still couldn't help but ask:
“What’s gotten into you?”
Himeko slightly tilted her head, her eyes firm, as if she were a true male protagonist from a web novel.
The rest of the Astral Express Crew also had their hearts in their throats, but in their eyes, Himeko's back at this moment seemed infinitely magnified, highlighting her selflessness and fearlessness. (In reality, it was just stubbornness)
March 7th was even more touched, as this was the second time she had seen a similar scene.
In March 7th's eyes at this moment, Himeko seemed to be glowing.
But then... “Ouch...”
Himeko cried out in pain; it turned out that Jiang Lin had directly kicked her in the backside, sending her flying.
Then, without hesitation, looking at the Supreme Beginning that was within reach, Jiang Lin intended to make his move.
But at this moment, Jiang Lin stopped, because it—disappeared?
Sunday's desperate strike seemed to have never existed, vanishing directly from everyone's sight.
A sudden change occurred.
Initially, there was a faint resonance between heaven and earth, like a soft whisper from the depths of the universe. Subsequently, colorful radiance spread from the distant horizon, these lights, like agile threads, intertwined and wove together, forming strange and magnificent patterns.
At the same time, a gentle melody gradually became clear, a movement that could reach the depths of the soul. The notes seemed to possess life, dancing and swirling cheerfully in the air, stirring an inexplicable joy and tranquility in the hearts of those who heard it.
As the light and melody intensified, a figure composed of puzzle-like fragments slowly emerged.
His posture was like the embodiment of cosmic harmony—three periwinkle-colored faces quietly nestled on the same head, the front and side faces all bearing compassionate peace, and eyes with sky-blue outer rings and deep purple inner rings concealing the profundity of a nebula;
Silvery-white long hair flowed to his sides, the tips tinged with the purple of a starry night, curtain-like bangs lightly covering his face, and an exquisite circlet on his forehead intertwined with a wheat-ear halo behind his head.
His body was composed of glimmering puzzle pieces, as if condensing fragments of myriad worlds.
Blue and purple patterns on his tight robe flowed like nebulae, golden grids entwined his neck and torso, and his trailing skirt resembled a cascading river of stars.
Around him swirled the phantom of billions of beating hearts, every detail speaking of the grandeur and gentleness of harmony.
He closed his eyes and spread his arms, as if extending a warm invitation to all things in the world. Around him swirled the phantoms of billions upon billions of beating hearts, as if narrating the harmonious resonance of all life in the universe.
Everyone present, including Jiang Lin, stood frozen in place.
Then Hipe's three faces slowly opened their eyes simultaneously, their gaze benevolent.
Sunday, Himeko, and... Jiang Lin, all three were simultaneously observed by him.
It seemed like a long time had passed, yet it also felt like an instant, until Hipe of harmony disappeared, only then did everyone recover their senses.
For a moment, everyone was silent, but in just a moment, Himeko was the first to cheer.
“I am indeed the protagonist.”
She stood with her hands on her hips, looking proudly at everyone.
“I have already embarked on the Path of harmony.”
Saying this, Himeko directly put on Mikhail's hat and struck a pose.
This made everyone's mouths twitch in unison, speechless at Himeko's obliviousness.
Meanwhile, Jiang Lin was trying to digest the information he had just received.
Under Hipe's gaze, a thought involuntarily emerged in Jiang Lin's mind.
He didn't know where this thought came from, only that it appeared out of nowhere in his mind.
Jiang Lin hesitantly took out “If one learns the Dao in the morning, one may die in the evening”... “So it has this effect too... Fuli, what exactly does he want to do?”
That's right, the information he had just received was directly related to the Light Cone in his hand.
Just now, a benevolent voice appeared in Jiang Lin's mind:
“Go ahead and draw upon his great power—this is his grace to you, a generous gift from the harmony of the cosmos, a coronation anthem played for you by billions of star rails.”
(One more chapter will be posted tonight.)
