Lin Ye stood at the center, entrusted with the hopes of seven hundred and twenty-nine civilizations. Before him stood a civilization reunited at last after a century of separation.
He suddenly recalled the final thought the Dreamweaver's Echo had sent before dissipating: "The meaning of guardianship isn't to protect them from harm. It's to let them know that no matter how long they've been apart, no matter how far away they are, someone is waiting for them to come home."
Lin Ye smiled.
He looked up at the dark red silhouette slowly retreating into the depths of the Dimensional Rift.
Greedy Wolf had fled, scrambling away with the remaining Taotie War Beasts.
But he would not escape.
Lin Ye knew this was only the beginning. The return of seven hundred and twenty-nine civilizations was merely the first sounding of the horn. The real war still lay ahead.
But he was in no hurry.
Because right now, he had something more important to do-
Bring these children, lost for a hundred years, home.
Repairing the Dreamscape Ruins took seven days.
For seven days, seven hundred and twenty-nine streams of light hovered silently around the Remnant Realm like the most faithful sentinels. They were no longer mere lingering wills. Through their resonance with the Dreamweaver's Echo, they gradually coalesced into a unique form somewhere between existence and memory.
Lin Ye did not leave.
He sat cross-legged at the center of the Remnant Realm, his cloak gently unfurled behind him. Seven hundred and twenty-nine points of light flickered at their own frequencies, shining in harmony with the countless pale purple dream fragments within the Remnant Realm.
On the morning of the seventh day, the elder came before Lin Ye.
His form was far more solid than it had been seven days earlier.