Lin Ye stood at the center of the tremors, the thirty million stars on his cloak twinkling steadily.
The conversion began.
In the first second of the definition system's conversion, Lin Ye felt a fissure tear through his existence.
It was not physical pain, but a tearing at the level of "definition"-one star on his cloak shuddered violently, and its memory was extracted, channeled through his body into the definition network, and made into an entirely new thread of definition.
That star dimmed for an instant, then lit up again-not restored to its original state, but "redefined" by that new definition. It was no longer merely a vessel for memory, but part of the definition system.
In the first second, one definition conversion was completed.
In the second, ten.
In the third, a hundred.
In the fourth, a thousand.
In the fifth, ten thousand.
Every second, tens of thousands of definitions passed through Lin Ye's body into the system. Each came from one of the three hundred and seventy million civilizations-they were creating entirely new definitions that had never existed before.
The Prismglass Civilization created the first definition-"beauty of sharing." It was an entirely new definition of color, describing the beauty colors produced when shared. When this definition passed through Lin Ye into the system, his right arm briefly turned transparent-not because he was injured, but because the concept of "sharing" had temporarily replaced his existence.
Harmonic Leaping Note sensed all of this through the resonance network. Her eyes grew wet, but her hands did not tremble. She began to play a new melody-not for Lin Ye, but for the definitions being created. Every note was a new definition; every passage was a civilization creating.
The first definition: "Beauty of sharing"-the Prismglass Civilization.
The second definition: "Silent melody"-Harmonic Leaping Note.