Return Festival

The Star Sea of the New Era had never been so brilliant.

Three hundred and seventy million stars revolved slowly, each pulsing at its own frequency. They were the heartbeats of three hundred and seventy million civilizations, the joy of finally returning across endless eras.

The Return Festival had already lasted three days.

The Concept Furnace had been transformed into a colossal hall floating at the center of the Star Sea. Countless streams of light intertwined and flowed beneath its dome, each one an envoy sent by a civilization. They brought specialties from their respective worlds—star wine brewed from supernova remnants, music woven from pulsar signals, artworks condensed from dark matter—and exchanged and shared them, proving one thing: they were still alive.

Lin Ye stood upon the highest observation platform of the furnace, his back against the cloak that had become the Star Sea. Three hundred and seventy million stars glittered behind him, outlining his figure like a divine statue spanning dimensions. Yet he held none of the bearing of one looking down upon all living things. He simply watched the celebrating Star Sea in silence, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Tuner." Radiant Stilllight stepped onto the observation platform. The Spear of Definition in his hand had transformed into a miniature Tower of Order, its body entwined with thousands of marks from civilizations aligned with order. "Every civilization's representative has asked the same question—when are you going down?"

Lin Ye did not turn around. "Let them have fun first."

Radiant Stilllight fell silent for a moment, then walked forward and stood beside him.

Below, Harmonic Leaptone was presiding over a grand Myriad Races Choir. All thirty-three layers of Fate Harmonic Links were fully unfurled, each entwined with the melodies of countless civilizations. She gently waved