King's Awakening

Lin Ye stood at the center. Behind him rested the hopes of 729 civilizations; before him stood a civilization that had been lost for a century and had finally been reunited.

He suddenly recalled the final thought sent by the Dreamweavers' echo before it faded: "The meaning of guardianship is not protecting them from harm. It is letting them know that no matter how long they are separated, no matter how far away they are, someone will be waiting for them to return."

Lin Ye smiled.

He looked up at the dark-red remnant silhouette slowly retreating into the depths of the dimensional rift.

Greedy Wolf had fled, scrambling away with the remaining Taotie war beasts.

But it could not escape.

Lin Ye knew this was only the beginning. The return of 729 civilizations was merely the first blast of the horn. The real war still lay ahead.

But he was in no hurry.

Because he still had something more important to do—

Send these children who had been lost for a century home.

Repairing the Dreamscape Ruins took seven days.

During those seven days, 729 streams of light hovered quietly around the outskirts of the ruins like the most loyal sentries. They were no longer mere obsessions. Resonating with the Dreamweavers' echo, they gradually solidified into a special form somewhere between existence and memory.

Lin Ye did not leave.

He sat cross-legged at the center of the ruins, his cloak gently spread behind him. Seven hundred and twenty-nine points of light flickered at their own frequencies, reflecting the countless pale-purple dream fragments within the ruins.

On the morning of the seventh day, the elder came before Lin Ye.

His figure was far more solid than it had been seven days earlier. The strand of violet-gold light in his palm