Returning Star Sea

The light lasted for three days and three nights.

When it finally faded, Lin Ye stood within an entirely new Void.

Behind him was no longer a stream of 370 million lights, but a true sea of stars.

Countless stars slowly revolved, each one a complete, self-aware civilization. They were no longer obsessions, no longer lingering echoes, but civilizations that had truly returned.

On the star closest to Lin Ye, countless pale violet silhouettes could vaguely be seen cheering in celebration. They were the Dreamweavers, the first civilization to be saved and the first civilization to truly return.

On a slightly more distant star, the structures of countless order-aligned civilizations were reforming amid the light. They were Radiant Stilllight's people, civilizations devoured by Taotie and later delivered from suffering, now rebuilding their homeland.

Farther away, countless stars of different forms were slowly taking shape. Each represented a civilization that had once been erased and had now finally returned.

370 million stars.

370 million civilizations.

370 million voices saying, "Thank you."

Lin Ye stood quietly at the heart of that sea of stars without saying a word.

He merely watched the sea of stars he had personally brought back, watched the civilizations being reborn within it, watched the joy and tears belonging to every existence shimmer amid that rebirth.

Then he smiled.

It was not the smile of a leader, nor the smile of a warrior, but the relieved smile of a ferryman who had finally completed his task.

Radiant Stilllight was the first to step forward.

His aura was now entirely different from before. Behind him, thousands of lights of order floated quietly, the bonds he had forged with the returned order-aligned civilizations. His [Spear of Definition] had completely changed form—it was no longer a single weapon, but a tower