Three phantom figures slowly drew closer within the white light, overlapping and merging. The memories, emotions, and power belonging to the Three Corpses clashed and collided violently during the fusion, but the power of the Miracle Cocoon was like an invisible hand, smoothing over each conflict one by one.
Unless a miracle occurred, perfect resurrection was impossible.
And that miracle had already arrived.
When the white light faded, a white-haired woman dressed in white stood quietly upon the land of Liyue.
She lowered her head and looked at her hands.
Then she raised her head and looked into the distance.
That was the direction of Langya.
Although that land had long since become unrecognizable, Zibai still recognized it. It was the place she had once protected with her life.
Meanwhile, in the buffet hall aboard the Xianzhou Cangcheng, Nicole held the notebook in her hands, a satisfied and relieved smile appearing on her face.
Because this was the history she had waited a thousand years for.
This time, it was a miracle truly worth recording.
This life... held no regrets!
And on the notebook Nicole held was the final line she had written when the miracle arrived.
That line contained only nine short words.
[Year One of the Paradise Calendar: The Angels Return Home.]
"...Are you really not slacking off? Something this huge, and you only wrote nine words?" A voice from beside her briefly interrupted Nicole's emotion.
Nicole looked to the side and saw Venti leaning over, staring at the open hardcover book in her hands.
"What do you know? The fewer the words in a true history book, the greater the event." Nicole drew the history book back a few inches. The lingering tears in her eyes had yet to fully fade, but her tone had already regained