Awakening of the Primordial Source

Radiant Stilllight stepped forward. "Tuner, let me use the Spear of Definition—"

"No need."

Lin Ye stood before her, looking into her hollow eyes.

Then he lit up one of the stars on his cloak.

That star was one of three hundred and seventy million. It represented a civilization she had once saved, a civilization that had silently remembered her name when she composed the Song of Return.

The moment that star lit up, Harmonic Leaptone's eyes brimmed with tears.

She did not know what it was, but she felt something.

Then came the second star, the third, the hundredth, the ten-thousandth—

All three hundred and seventy million stars lit up at once.

There was no sound. Yet as each one lit up, an incomparably faint ripple spread outward—it was every civilization she had saved, calling her name in its own way of existing.

Harmonic Leaptone's pupils began to focus.

She heard them.

Three hundred and seventy million voices rang out in the depths of her consciousness—

[Harmonic Leaptone...]

She closed her eyes.

Tears slid down her cheeks.

When she opened her eyes again, all thirty-three layers of Fate Harmonic Links resumed operation at once! They shone even more brilliantly than before! Every harmonic trembled at an entirely new frequency—the new marks left upon her by three hundred and seventy million civilizations.

She looked at Lin Ye and smiled.

"I almost forgot. I'm Harmonic Leaptone. I'm the one who composed the Song of Return for them."

Lin Ye nodded.

"It's good that you remembered."

He turned and continued onward.

Harmonic Leaptone looked at his back, at the three hundred and seventy million stars still shining on his cloak, and suddenly understood—

What he had done just now was not awaken her.

He had made every civilization she had saved awaken