Chapter 471
Or perhaps they felt they were not qualified to judge her.
That person has already paid too high a price for humanity, for the world, and for civilization.
Moreover, whether it's Chu Yuanqing or Chu Yuanqing, no physical form can conceal the nobility and purity deep within their souls. The reason they truly admired that idol has never changed from beginning to end. In fact, knowing more about him only makes him seem more radiant, pure, great, and beautiful.
Xu Ling's thoughts wandered, and she couldn't help but look up at that infinitely lofty figure, subconsciously conveying her true feelings through her thoughts:
Even so, I still want to call her Xiao Qing. Even if I don't know the complete Chu Yuanqing, my feelings for her are still real.
"In fact, I'm lucky that I was able to get to know her completely at this time, because this way, I can fall in love again with the somewhat unfamiliar, somewhat hardworking, and ten thousand times more capable and kinder Xiao Qing than I imagined!"
"In that case, my liking for it becomes double, and the joy I experience also becomes double. In Tong Bao's words, it's like watching my favorite anime series again after forgetting my memories."
"So, no matter if Xiao Qing is a boy or a girl, someone's father, someone's husband, or someone's wife, I will always, always, love her as a fan!"
At this moment, a wave of thoughts, even more magnificent than a mountain torrent or tsunami, shone with the most dazzling brilliance, as if billions of clear pearls were strung together, making the entire Milky Way radiant with light.
Chu Wangshu, sensing the thought processes of all humanity, curled her lips into a radiant smile and softly said:
"Thank you all. I'm really glad that even after knowing everything, you still love your Dad."
The girl lowered her gaze, looking down upon the overflowing world. In the infinitely expanding Sea of Shine, her palm was so vast, it seemed to hold the entire Shining City within its lines, and through it, she strung together the hearts, emotions, and thoughts of humanity into a chain of law. She asked:
"Then, can you promise me one thing?"
"Please lend me all the feelings you have right now."
As soon as the words were spoken, a continuous stream of desires blossomed in response.
"If it can help Xiao Qing, I don't mind lending you any amount!"
"Go Xiao Shu! I don't care if all the love I had for shipping Qing Bao with all sorts of couples is taken away!"
"Why is Charlotte and Qing Bao the real ones? Waaaaah, what about those who ship 'Wu Zhong Jian Qing'? I don't care, Xiao Shu has to bring Qing Bao back, otherwise Qing Bao won't even have the chance to cheat on Little Sakura! The 'Mist-Qingbao' shippers will never allow it!"
"Thank goodness I'm currently a ball of thought, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to hold back my tears. Promise me you'll bring Qing Bao back! Actually, I'd even be okay with her turning back into a handsome young man!"
"It's so strange, even knowing that Qing Bao is actually older than me, my resolve as a 'mommy fan' hasn't wavered at all."
"I'm crying! You damned bastard, give me back my lively and energetic Qing Bao!"
Countless echoes intertwined to form a cosmic storm, undulating across the universe, while fireworks burst forth in brilliance, reflecting into eyes clearer than the moon.
All of that was frozen, preserved, and recorded, condensed and engraved in legal principles, transforming into a special mark.
Its name is Shining Meme.
The initial groundwork was laid, and finally, the work was carried out.
Humanity's thoughts drift back to their own bodies.
The world turned black and white, and the human-defined concepts of time and space ceased to exist.
That inscribed mark, the supreme proof, was forcibly stripped away from the soul, flesh, and concept at this moment, causing the sensed Sea of Truth to issue a dense warning. Countless spiritual principles began to scream, as if weeping for it, and the nearby tributaries of the mother sea trembled violently.
Even more remarkably, several unknown entities, separated by an immeasurable distance, sent messages from afar.
Ignoring all warnings, advice, and resistance, Chu Wangshu crushed the [Supreme Proof] with her own hands. Even her transcendent soul decayed on its own, actively degrading itself, frantically extinguishing the most beautiful, harmonious, and unique melody, and forcibly strangling her only true self, stripping away countless possibilities, branches, and fragments that should not exist.
The girl's eyes were gentle, and her smile was radiant. She looked at the branching multiverses and scattered the fragments of the [Supreme Proof], along with countless possibilities, into them, causing each parallel world to give rise to a new version of itself.
"Dad, I've come to pick you up."
Chu Wangshu whispered softly, her vision overlapping, and in a daze she entered countless parallel worlds, each of her versions holding fragments of the [Supreme Proof], which contained the persona that conversed with the [Nothingness] and a replicated shining meme.
Thus, time accelerates, and cause and effect become locked.
At the same time, the finite multiverse, nourished by a future supreme being, began to multiply infinitely.
Even though she lost the only one among all the heavens, lost the love of truth, and lost the [Supreme Proof] here, every Chu Wangshu in the infinite parallel worlds, anchored and propelled by a fragment, carries the desire to save her Dad and moves forward in unison, converging at a point in different tributaries, becoming a world-class idol.
As the pointer of the multiverse turns, one after another, Chu Wangshu, who had lost her uniqueness and returned to ordinariness, strives forward. Their memories intertwine, and finally, at the same moment, for the same purpose and with the same emotions, they stand on a magnificent and grand stage.
In a daze, countless images overlapped in one pair of eyes.
Holding the radiant meme that encapsulates the emotions of all humanity in her hands, the girl looked across the axis of time and space at the audience below, who were also nearly infinite in infinite parallel universes. Her eyes reddened, her nose twitched, and she took a deep breath.
Then, disregarding the countless confused audience members present.
Chu Wangshu made a microphone from the shimmering meme, held it in her hand, and said softly:
"Dad, I've never been a good child."
"When I was little, I was naughty, I would whine and act spoiled despite how busy and tired you were, and I would cry and yell for my mom, crying endlessly."
"When I grow up, I'll secretly resent you. I'll always take your breakfasts for granted and never think about how hard you work. I'll always be sullen and upset. I'll be a self-righteous fool."
Even so, no matter what, I will always love my Dad the most!
Chu Wangshu's tears fell like glistening pearls onto the microphone. She pursed her lips, suppressing her sobs, and forced a smile as she earnestly refuted her father's self-deprecating remarks in the coffee shop:
"Dad saved the world when he was young. He was a brave man who sacrificed himself countless times for others. This burning courage is the best gift you gave me, enough to replace any birthday gift you missed."
"When Dad first came to the new world, he had shed all his power and glory, and had nowhere to stay. But Dad never complained. He still cherished every ordinary moment of brilliance in life and worked hard to raise me. He is a very capable and mature adult, and the best father ever!"
The shimmering meme that transformed into a microphone began to unfold as the girl began her speech, like an invisible sea of thought, spanning the ends of various parallel worlds, and began to precisely anchor itself on all its counterparts, giving them the memories and feelings of that day.
Ignoring all of this, Chu Wangshu continued to speak loudly, word by word:
"Finally, even if Dad turned into a girl, he'd still be cuter than anyone else! I feel bad saying this to Mom, but in my heart, no matter what kind of Dad is, he's number one. So even as Dad, he's still more radiant than Charlotte's mom!"
"Even as a fan, I will support my Dad for life!"
"So, Dad, I... I really miss you so much, can you come back?"
As the final tremor faded, the infinitely proliferating multiverse completely solidified.
The next moment, boundless radiance burst forth.
That bewildering declaration of a single fan, with the purest desire, illuminates all the shining memes. They use the fragments of the [Supreme Proof] as anchors to fill the universe of their own dimension, and then cross barriers, linking, consuming, and converging with each other, giving birth to a shining concept that transcends the limits of human collectives.
Ultimately, all of this, permeating the diversity, bursts forth with fiery brilliance, like an infinite serpent with its tail between its legs, allowing single, insignificant voices to infinitely overlap, pile up, and expand.
Thus, this ceremony, in which the highest honor was offered as a sacrifice, was finally completed.
The voice of a world is so insignificant, it is not even a speck of dust to the [nothingness].
But when cells proliferate, evolve, and cluster together indefinitely, they can build organisms that transcend the microscopic world, and even snowball into cities, planets, nebulae, star clusters, galaxies, and even the entire vast universe.
At this very moment, at the cost of the [Supreme Proof] and the One True Self, the infinitely accumulated, radiant, sublimated principles of law, carrying fragments that surged forth from countless parallel universes, converged into a magnificent spectacle that resounded throughout the Sea of Truth, permeated countless tributaries, and sang brilliant songs.
That indescribable, magnificent radiance pierced through the imaginary crystal wall and the dimensional Shackles, like a refracted mirage, sweeping across countless worlds, civilizations, and planets, finally anchoring directly in [nothingness], plunging headlong into the other shore flower woven from chaotic nebulae.
Thus, in the pitch-black, silent, meaningless abyss where there is no form, self, image, concept, or sentient being... a ray of brilliant, scorching, and dazzling light ignites, guided by countless thoughts, and plunges into the deepest depths.
There, a solitary cluster of roses grows, its petals tinged with the crimson, dimness, and emptiness that belong to the other shore. In the void where there should be no existence, it reenacts the cycle of withering, decaying, first blooming, and full bloom.
Chu Wangshu saw it, and he also saw that the bouquet of flowers, in its countless cycles of blooming and withering, had only once shone with its pure white radiance.
"Who... is that?"
After losing the [Supreme Proof] and her unique status among all the heavens, even she could not escape the erosion from the depths of the [Void]. All of Chu Yuanqing's memories were being stripped away, giving rise to endless confusion and bewilderment.
However, this was also predicted in advance.
That [Shining] principle she created with her own hands, following the ultimate persistence of the convergence of infinite diversity, disregarded the [Void]'s gnawing, obstruction, and devouring, firmly anchored to the object it pushed, continuing to fall, and finally delivered itself to that cluster of withered flowers.
The next moment, the faint thoughts completely broke off.
In her final moments of unconsciousness, she could sense the anger that [Void] should not possess, and she could also see the other party's backlash, attempting to erase all traces of [Shining] echoing in the Sea of Truth.
Can...
Even at the deepest depths, a ray of light still shines brightly, endlessly swirling.
The 1.77 billion 301st bloom, the pure white rosebuds sway gently, as if whispering in the wind.
Donghuang Federation, Sea Capital.
The world is in a state of peace and prosperity, and life remains unchanged.
The journey that once resounded throughout the Mother Sea has melted into bubbles. All the glory and grandeur have been covered by the daily grind of life. The stirring main theme has become mundane, and daily life, like a slow-moving top, has replaced everything in repetitive rotation.
As for those turbulent events, naturally no one speaks of them, and no one listens.
Time flies like an arrow, and in the blink of an eye, it's already the height of summer.
In early July, the soft chirping of cicadas echoed everywhere. A tall banyan tree, quite old, wove a large expanse of green shade with its lush branches, covering the revolving door on the side of the old residential area, causing the rust on the iron bars to climb in shadow, like rolling clouds.
There are few people around here, except when school lets out, when middle school students from the neighborhood pass by in groups, adding a bit of lively atmosphere. Right now, a lot of students are gathered next to the revolving door. They squeeze under the shade of the trees and gather in front of a shop that sells ice cream, mung bean soup, fermented rice wine, ice jelly, and various sweet soups, chatting and relieving the summer heat.
The television in the shop was playing entertainment news, the sounds mingling with the children's chatter, creating a scene of summer filled with the chirping of cicadas and the sound of the wind.
"Pure White's new song has been officially released!"
"The world's first all-white theme park will be completed in August, bringing you a truly magical journey."
"The second season of <Shining Stage> is in full swing of preparation. According to the official media of the Countermeasures Bureau, the AI mentor will continue the Dream Weaver Rabbit brand image and reunite with everyone with a series of new merchandise."
"It has been revealed that one of the members of the popular girl group CJLLR has officially gotten engaged. Yunlan Entertainment's official Weibo account liked the post and placed asparagus ferns all over the company's entrance. As of now, no member has come forward to clarify the situation."
"Donghuang University announced its latest research findings, marking another major innovation in projection technology and officially bringing ether technology to the masses. According to current reports, through machine tool engraving techniques, this technology can now reproduce 7% of the [Flow State] effect on-site."
The electric fan was blowing loudly, and most of the air it sent out turned into hot air.
The shop owner brushed a strand of white hair behind her ear, revealing her fair neck with a hint of pink. She had a single braid on one side, and her clear eyes were hidden behind brown sunglasses. She was brushing the stray hairs on her cheek with her slender fingertips, patiently giving change to the children.
This is a newly opened dessert shop. The owner rarely shows her face, but her voice is like a clear spring, which is very refreshing and captivating in the summer. Even the ice jelly and fermented rice wine in the shop are delicious and cheap, so it is naturally very popular with the students in the neighborhood.
Unfortunately, the dessert shop only opened during the school's dismissal time, and only operated for two hours after opening. It was even closed all day on Saturdays and Sundays. As a result, even after more than two months of operation, its reputation remained obscure and showed no signs of improvement.
Under the shade of the trees, most students, regardless of gender, would chat and eat ice cream while secretly watching the pretty girls in the dessert shop. They would often stay until they finished their desserts and their ice cream was gone, before finally heading home as the sun set, too shy to find a reason to linger.
The beautiful woman inside the shop was completely unaware that she had become a vibrant splash of color in the children's youth. Her hair was being blown by the wind, and her skin had an icy, jade-like texture, making her exceptionally supple. The part of her face hidden by sunglasses was very delicate, with a few strands of pink blush from the heat. Her whole being was bathed in the radiant light filtering through the greenery, making her sparkle.
Presumably, regardless of her background, her presence alone makes her a subject worthy of being carefully documented.
The little girl took the three yuan's worth of chilled pear juice, looked at the shopkeeper's fair face with some envy, and said:
"Sister Xiao Chu, I hope I'll be half as pretty as you when I go to high school."
The beautiful boss, her features softened beneath her brown sunglasses, tapped the books on the table with her fingertips and said earnestly:
"You're only in fifth grade, right? Stop comparing yourself to others based on looks. Focus on your studies and learn diligently. Knowledge will become part of your charm. Do you know Chu Wangshu, the idol? When that child was your age, he would recite English words every day on the street."
The little girl's face immediately fell. She imagined being lectured by her Dad, but because the shop owner was so beautiful, even her voice was incredibly captivating, she couldn't muster any anger. She could only pout and slurp up her pear juice, lost in a deep, agonizing thought.
Oh dear, Chu Wangshu is a superstar known worldwide.
Dad was right after all; only by studying hard can one become such an amazing person.
But memorizing vocabulary is so tiring. Why do humans need to learn?
A small head, yet filled with big worries.
Fortunately, the child's thoughts were exceptionally free-flowing, and he quickly became immersed in the sweetness of the pear juice, happily squinting his eyes and forgetting his worries.
The little girl raised her head, shook the pear juice that was still mostly left in her hands, and said curiously:
"Speaking of which, I always feel that Sister Xiao Chu looks like a celebrity, but I don't know why, I just can't remember who she looks exactly like."
Unfortunately, before she could get a reply from her boss, a large group of seven or eight elementary school students swarmed around her, causing her to lose the opportunity to continue chatting with the pretty lady amidst the noise.
The children were chattering excitedly as they placed their orders.
"Sister, I want to eat ice jelly, and please sprinkle more crushed peanuts on top."
"Pretty lady, a cup of mung bean soup!"
"Do you have popsicles? Big sister, I want the salted flavor."
"Big sister, I'd like to treat you to osmanthus-flavored ice cream. Can I see your eyes?"
This lively scene occurs almost every afternoon after school, and the children reluctantly head home with their backpacks full of homework, just as the green shade is covered by the afterglow of the setting sun.
The store will be closing even earlier today.
The beautiful shop owner closed the door before sunset. She smiled and said goodbye to the children who hadn't yet left, picked up the small freezer full of ice jelly, fermented rice wine, and several cups of freshly squeezed juice, pushed open the rusty revolving door, and walked into the old-fashioned but exceptionally lush green community.
The cicadas' chirping composed a melody that circled the path, with vibrant colors following the musical scale. They rose and fell on mailboxes, bushes, building walls, and clotheslines that could be seen when you looked up. A group of distinctive cartoon figures rose and fell, crowding around her steps and gesturing the direction she was going, as if taking care of an elderly person with Alzheimer's disease.
If you look closely, you'll find that among the cartoon characters that resemble electronic pets along this road, there are Liuli, Xuan Bao, Little Moons, Charlotte, and Kiriwake Yayoi, making it a paradise for Pure White fans.
Seeing this, the beautiful white-haired, golden-eyed boss pursed her lips. She seemed frustrated and annoyed, but she still obediently followed the instructions, walked around a bend, and then went straight to the end, arriving at a newly built building. She swiped her iris to pass through the access control and opened the door directly.