At the Golden Hour, Robin stands atop the highest clock tower, the night breeze ruffling her hair, and the city beneath her feet resembles a submerged sea of light.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and connected her entire being with the Path of [ Harmony ].
An invisible tuning fork trembled deep within her soul. Her cherry lips parted slightly, and there were no lyrics, only pure musical notes.
The sound was initially as faint as a dewdrop, lightly penetrating the barriers of dreams and seeping into the hearts of every fallen soul.
The song is like the clear chirping of a bird soaring in the sky, a primal yearning deep within the heart for something real.
The musical notes gradually converge, transforming into a clear stream that flows within people's consciousness. The Harmony sounds celebrate the unique pulse of the individual, awakening the dormant free will.
The power of the song spread like ripples, and more and more people, in their sweet dreams, furrowed their brows slightly, their fingers unconsciously curling as if trying to grasp something.
Subtle discordant notes, like pebbles thrown into a lake, create ripples of resistance on the carefully maintained calm surface of [ Order ].
At the Penacony Grand Theater, the outline of the [ The Choir ] paused slightly as the music suddenly began to play. Countless golden creatures made of musical notes raised their heads in unison, revealing a bewilderment that even a data stream could not decipher.
"... music?"
"It seems that another voice has emerged in the symphony of ' Order '..." Welt adjusted his glasses, " Penacony's first and last dissonance."
" Robin, is that you singing...?"
The distant echo was gentle yet firm, "Brother, you heard the people's voices. This is not the Paradise they longed for."
"But they still don't know where they're going, so I must become the only star in the sky to guide them."
Even if the place where that star resides... is an eternally lonely night?
The [ The Choir ] straightened their backs once more, light swirling behind them, "If you and I were never alone, how could we have embarked on a path that leads us further and further apart...?"
"Let's end this final round of negotiations here." [ The Choir ] had made up their minds, and countless golden notes, like devout believers, instantly focused on the core behind him.
"The work of creation is complete; the day has undoubtedly come—"
The [ The Choir ] slowly turned around, revealing a face identical to that of the long-fallen [ Order ] Aeon Ena, radiating a chilling aura.
" The Embryo of Philosophy —to reshape the universe for us!"
[ The Embryo of Philosophy ] bowed its head, clasped its arms tightly, and uttered its final, resolute words:
"If your Paradise can save more people, then cut off my path with your own hands."
"There's even a second stage... and isn't this just a reversal?"
On March 7th, she took on the role of the witty commentator, reflecting on the previous battles. It seemed that both Cocolia and Phantylia had a second stage, and she was actually looking forward to seeing what the second stage of the enemy on the next planet would be like.
Hmm... March 7th rested her chin on her hand, her eyes darting around.
Judging from her many [ Trailblaze ] journeys, the next boss might be an inorganic life form.
Surprisingly, the [ Embryo of Philosophy ] did not attack the crowd. Instead, the enormous golden halo behind it, composed of pure [ Order ], began to spin faster and faster, its light growing increasingly intense.
"On the first day, [truth] was bestowed..."
"Dead Aeon, I salute you. The next day, grant me the [calendar]."
Without any hesitation, everyone unleashed their most powerful attacks on the [ Embryo of Philosophy ].
Anyone could see that Sunday was holding back a big move, so we couldn't just stand by and do nothing; we had to interrupt him!
Himeko's railgun instantly locked onto [ the Embryo of Philosophy ], and Dan Heng took the opportunity to throw out the Cloud-Piercer Spear, which became entangled with the scorching torrent gushing from Himeko's railgun.
In an instant, hundreds of spear shadows burning with crimson flames rained down on [ the Embryo of Philosophy ].
March 7th was also busy; Xing borrowed the ice spear and kept shooting ice arrows with the compound bow in his hand.
Seemingly realizing that this move would cause too little damage, March 7th abandoned his weapon and directly conjured a [∞]-Type Six-Phased Ice, throwing it at [ the Embryo of Philosophy ].
" March 7th, stop with the gua sha, let me do it."
The hourglass necklace suddenly lit up with a deep, eerie light. Xing held the ice spear in her left hand and the [ Preservation ] flame spear tightly in her right.
Two weapons, each imbued with Shared Fate and immense power, clashed fiercely in her hands!
A spiraling beam of light, a fusion of ice and fire, slammed into the [ Embryo of Philosophy ], instantly engulfing it in dense steam.
As the steam dissipates slightly, the solemn declaration of [ the Embryo of Philosophy ] still pierces through the mist:
On the third day, he was granted [speech]...
[ The Embryo of Philosophy ] slowly raised its head, arms outstretched, two glaring golden tear tracks streaming down its face. "By this seven-day oath, I command you to obey my commands—"
On the fourth day, [value] was bestowed upon him...
Seeing the [ Embryo of Philosophy ] raise its arms, March 7th panicked a little:
"This commotion... something terrible is about to happen!"
On the fifth day, [rules] were bestowed...
"It was not you who created all things. On the sixth day, you bestowed [meaning]..."
Seeing that he could not cause any effective harm to the " Embryo of Philosophy," Welt's gaze behind his glasses sharpened, and an invisible gravitational field unfolded layer upon layer in front of the Astral Express Crew, forming a barrier that distorted space.
Xing responded immediately, drawing a trajectory with his flaming spear in front of him. The amber-colored solid barrier instantly merged with the gravitational field, forming an indestructible composite shield.
"It's that people recreated you!"
"On the seventh day, [dignity] was bestowed..."
[ The Embryo of Philosophy ] raises its arms to the highest point, and vast energy gathers in its palms. "--With your body, lay the foundation for our Paradise!"
" Ena, return as summoned!"
"Careful!"
The entire Astral Express Crew instantly raised their defenses to the limit, and March 7th stared in horror at the spatial rift above the dome:
"That's... the hand of [ Order ]?!"
March 7th was stunned. They actually summoned the Aeon?!
The outline of that giant hand, carrying an invisible, subtle pressure, slowly descended, just as it was about to touch the [ Embryo of Philosophy ]...
All was silent.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment.
The movements of the [ Embryo of Philosophy ] returned eerily to the state of just as its arms were raised, and the words uttered from its mouth were still the same:
"With your body, lay the foundation for our Paradise!"
" Ena, return as summoned!"
A familiar scene unfolds: the giant hand of [ Order ] reaches down, about to collide with the [ Embryo of Philosophy ]...
The world flickered silently once more.
Everything is reset to zero.
The world seemed to have been reset; the response of [ Order ] vanished like a bubble, and the [ Embryo of Philosophy ] began repeating its previous actions once more:
"With your body, lay the foundation for our Paradise!"
" Ena, return as summoned!"
The five members of the Astral Express Crew stood frozen in place, their expressions gradually shifting from shock to disbelief and bewilderment. Xing subconsciously tightened her grip on the hourglass necklace in her hand.
Golden Hour, inside the milk tea shop
Ye Yan sat back down in the soft chair, picked up the still-warm milk tea with his slender fingers, and watched the drama unfolding in the Grand Theater with great interest.
The floating mask suddenly shot up in front of Ye Yan, almost touching his nose, its voice filled with dramatic accusation. "What happened to ' Eternity ' being just an observer? You hypocrite!"
Ye Yan leaned back slightly, avoiding the overly enthusiastic mask, and elegantly shrugged. "Haven't you heard? After seven steps, your past self will become your enemy."
He took a sip of milk tea, his gaze piercing through space, landing on the recurring ritual.
Moreover, with [ Elation ] in the spotlight, [ Eternity ]'s single move is enough to reap double the fun—isn't that exactly what you want to see?
Ye Yan glanced at the mask, "One reaction comes from the Script, and the other from [ Elation ]."
"This deal looks like a sure thing for me; I'm guaranteed to make a profit."
"Hmm... just like you said, when it comes to Elation, Eternity is never at a disadvantage."