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 figures could vaguely be seen cheering and leaping with joy. They were the Dreamweavers—the first civilization to be saved, and the first civilization to truly return.
On a star slightly farther away, countless buildings belonging to order-aligned civilizations re-formed within the light. They were Radiant Stilllight's people, civilizations devoured by Taotie and then delivered from suffering, now rebuilding their homeland.
Farther still, countless stars of varying 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 silently at the heart of that sea of stars.
He merely gazed at the star sea he had personally brought back, at the civilizations being reborn within it, at the joy and tears that flickered amid that rebirth, belonging to every single existence.
Then he smiled.
It was not the smile of a leader, nor the smile of a warrior, but the relieved smile from the depths of his heart of a ferryman who had finally completed his task.
Radiant Stilllight was the first to step forward.
His aura was now completely different from before. Behind him, thousands of lights of order floated silently—the bonds forged between him and the returned order-aligned civilizations. His [Spear of Definition] had completely changed in form. It was no longer a