HooH: Let's Go! [End of this volume]

After walking through the settlement, the borrowed wishes felt warm in Jingxing's palms.

Some people say they want to reclaim the wasteland and plant food that can feed their families.

Some say that the best way to send children to learn a trade is to go with these extraterrestrial visitors who call themselves the "Interastral Peace Corporation".

Another boy, barely a teenager, said he wanted to be like Jingxing, protecting everyone. His mother chuckled from behind.

Each time the indigenous people give their answers, their sentiments of "hope" and "Devotion" flow into the lantern, and Jingxing will take a portion of it and hold it in his palm.

These energies may not seem intimidating or destructive, but they originate from the planet's native inhabitants and represent their deepest desires.

Jingxing will combine this energy with the Imaginary Energy he can mobilize, and unleash a sword strike on the King Bug, the Propagation Emanator that has invaded this planet and whose specific name is still unknown, to open up a path of desire for everyone.

"Looks like you're ready." Fu Xuan stood behind Jing Xing and gently nudged Jingxing. "I'm watching you. Go for it."

"Alright." Jingxing turned around and smiled, then completely suppressed the fluctuating power of Path around him, since Temperance governs the "self."

Then he spread that pale yellow "hope" like ink, protected it with his newly acquired Preservation Energy, and then forged it into a sword light that no one could appreciate with the Beauty "Temperance".

As Jingxing continuously infused him with Beauty and Preservation Path Energy, Fu Xuan could sense that the aura emanating from him was becoming increasingly majestic.

"It's almost like..." Fu Xuan squinted and took a step back, "... like facing a Divine Lord directly."

After a while, Jingxing used his other free hand to remove the Light-Severing Sea...

The world in my field of vision suddenly became excessively bright—the amber yellow of the Light Strip light strips, the lingering gray-green on the insect shells, and the pure white light blade in my hand, all mixed together like a thick soup.

"I'm here." Fu Xuan placed his hand on Jingxing's back. "Draw your sword with confidence."

"Yes, I believe you." Jingxing nodded.

Then, following his will, the sword light rose from his palm and shot into the sky.

There was no beam of light, no roar, and the wind was still that same hot wind.

But it was just a flash; a sudden light appeared in the darkness where the Swarm had hidden themselves as much as possible, as if Jingxing had casually left a stroke on it.

The King Bug, thinking it had hidden itself well, looked up in disbelief to see Beauty Energy mixed with the Amber Lord's aura descend from the sky, severing its throat with a single strike.

Although they were far apart, Jingxing could see the scene there—the "sword light" that Jingxing had painstakingly crafted pierced through the mouthparts of the King Bug and flew out from the white stripes on its back.

The Propagation lord Emanator had wreaked havoc on countless planets, now lay in the deep pit, having lost its ability to command the Swarm. The Swarm, having discovered the loss of its leader, was gradually infected by emotions called "doubt" and "fear," and scattered in all directions.

Jingxing grinned. "He's dead."

The next second, Fu Xuan stepped forward, walked to his side, and supported him. "Then it's time to press our advantage."

Jingxing put the Light-Severing Sea garment back on. The world darkened to its familiar state.

"Now that the King Bug has been beheaded, there's no need for you or me to continue the work here." Jingxing turned to Fu Xuan, whose face showed worry. "We'll contact Louis and the others later; Jenny will handle the finishing touches."

Inside Pier Point's tent, the piece of amber in Louis Fleming's hand suddenly jumped.

"Oh? Such a strong reaction..." The old man stopped what he was doing, quite surprised. "It seems he succeeded."

Dongfang Qixing was revising blueprints at the table, didn't even look up. "Which one are you talking about?"

"That young man from the future," Fleming said, setting the amber aside. "He really did use the energy of Preservation."

"Oh." Dongfang Qixing didn't seem to care much. "It's just using the ability of multiple Path."

This was nothing unusual for the two of them.

"Now that he's chosen the path of Preservation, I should prepare some surprises for him." Louis Fleming stood up. "However, some friends seem to have reached their limit."

After briefly saying goodbye to Jenny and the others, Jingxing turned around, took Fu Xuan's hand, and prepared to board the spaceship to their next destination.

Just as the spaceship was about to break through the atmosphere after takeoff, a cold, flat voice rang in their ears—

"Traveler who does not belong to this era, halt your steps."

Jingxing's nerves tensed instantly, and he looked around. The sense of oppression from that Jingxing far exceeded that from Polka Kakamond.

He opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't make a sound. Even Fu Xuan beside him was frozen in place.

The spaceship also stopped in space, seemingly just a step away from Star Rail, but it couldn't seem to step onto it.

"Equilibrium," Jingxing forced out through clenched teeth, "Is it the Equilibrium Aeon...?"

The next second, Fu Xuan's hand went cold in his palm, followed by the disappearance of color, just like the Yaoguang on Priva II. Jingxing witnessed Fu Xuan's existence gradually disappearing in the present era.

Jingxing gripped her hand tightly, feeling as if he were holding a piece of paper. He used all the remaining strength in his body to keep Fu Xuan alive. "Fu Xuan... Fu Xuan! Don't give up!"

At that very moment, an amber light shone before their eyes.

Heavy, slow, yet incredibly gentle, the Amber Lord's light shone upon the spaceship.

Immediately afterwards, a muffled sound rang out in the distance, like a hammer striking a stone.

"The Amber Lord has struck the hammer! It's the new Amber Era!" Jingxing's eyes lit up. An immense amount of strength surged through his body. Without hesitation, Jing Jingxing transferred it all to Fu Xuan through their clasped hands, stabilizing her presence.

Soon, under the Amber Lord's watchful gaze, Fu Xuan's sense of presence, which had been drained by "Equilibrium," was restored one by one.

"Qlipoth... this is the last time." The voice echoed again, faintly.

The next second, the voice faded away, the spaceship entered Star Rail, and the cabin lights came on again.

But the planet beneath their feet shrank into a speck of light, and the starry sky outside the window became streaks that kept receding, getting farther and farther away.

Fu Xuan grabbed Jingxing's hand in return, so hard that Jing Xing felt pain.

After completing the gift for Jingxing, Pier Point stepped out Fleming the tent and gazed at the starry sky.

"Why are you in such a hurry this time?" He squinted. "Are you giving up the cost of achieving Equilibrium and choosing instead to kick them straight back to their original era?"

"Then I'll pay for what they need."