Just as the colorful ball burst open, the sky... or rather, the dome above the Penacony Grand Theater that simulated the starry sky, rippled like water.
One figure after another emerged from the crowd, like stars illuminating the night sky: men, women, young and old, dressed in various styles.
Several round, chubby Warp Trotter around; there was even a Herta Puppet from the [ Herta ] Space Station, standing expressionlessly at the front of the crowd.
"Huh?! Ms. Herta has come in person too?"
" March 7th, look closely, that's a doll."
Dan Heng corrected him, his gaze sweeping over the chaotic crowd, his brows furrowing slightly, as if he had already anticipated the scene that was about to unfold.
The Acting Priest opened his arms wide, as if to embrace the entire theater, his voice booming:
"Ahem~ Hear my command, prepare—rise! Chant [ Eternity Creed ]!"
A little girl with pigtails clasped her hands together and spoke first with utmost sincerity, "As followers of Lord Yite, we are capable! Even if we fail, it's not our fault! The failure is all the fault of the [ Destruction ] Lord!"
"Hey... it's her!"
Silver Wolf's virtual projection suddenly appeared next to Xing, startling her.
However, since the Herta Puppet are here, it's not surprising that Silver Wolf is also here.
Do you know her?
"We met once... a tragic fate." Silver Wolf blew bubble gum and corrected herself, she would never forget the scene of that little girl pestering her like a demon to join the Church.
I've been having nightmares for days... This [ Church of Eternity ] is definitely a bunch of lunatics!
"Guess what those people will say next?"
"When you're hesitating, you'll regret whatever you do, so since you're going to regret it anyway, just choose the easiest way right now!"
As if in response to the Silver Wolf, a burly man in battle-scarred silver armor roared in a rough voice.
Strange and absurd theories, seemingly nonsensical, yet imbued with a certain fervent and twisted piety, converge into a unique torrent.
As they spoke, beams of bright, dazzling light burst forth from every Church resident present, radiating pure vitality and surging fervently towards the dome of the theater.
Countless streams of light intertwined and merged, their core churning and boiling, gradually coalescing into an ever-growing, ever-brighter chaotic ball of light.
The body of the [ Embryo of Philosophy ] radiated a dangerous light; naturally, he would not stand idly by and watch this absurd ritual be completed.
However, he suddenly realized that every inch of his body and every wisp of energy had become incredibly heavy. His resistance to the Eternity of cycles of Eternity he had previously endured had been reduced to its lowest point.
"Don't rush, little bird... Don't you know it's very impolite to interrupt them while they're charging up their ultimate attack?"
Blake appeared leisurely before the [ Embryo of Philosophy ], a smile playing on his lips.
"Great! It's Chair Blake! We're saved... But where did the priestess go?" March 7th cheered.
"Have no idea."
Xing shook her head and continued watching the [ Eternity Creed ] in the sky. If she had a few more minutes, she felt she could memorize it.
"Don't be afraid of growing old. Even the gods don't know if you'll be happy in the future, so... laugh now!" An old woman, holding a fruit basket, had a gleam in her eyes.
"Not wanting to work hard is [ Destruction ]'s fault, being inherently wicked is [ The Annihilation Gang ]'s fault, and being ugly is [ The Lord Ravager ]'s fault!"
"Working overtime is impossible; slacking off after work is the Eternity truth!"
"It's all thanks to the Denizens of Abundance and increased labor from the people of Fengrao!"
" Ms. Herta Permanence! Ms. Herta was unparalleled! Ms. Herta was exceptionally intelligent! Ms. Herta was a beauty that could rival the most beautiful women in the world!"
"Wait a minute, could something strange have gotten in here?"
On March 7th, he finally spotted the most outrageous point among a bunch of " Eternity Declarations" and pointed in the direction of the Herta Puppet, shouting.
Faced with this scene that was both sacred and absurd, Dan Heng and Himeko turned their heads almost simultaneously, closed their eyes, and their lips twitched very slightly.
Dan Heng, in particular, had imagined many scenarios for the appearance of the [ Church of Eternity ], but he never expected that it would be summoned by a cup of milk tea.
Hmm... but Miss Acheron said that this cup of milk tea also came from the relics of that Galaxy Ranger...
Silver Wolf, who was watching the scene unfold, trembled slightly. She could have chosen to cut off the communication, but an invisible force seemed to be preventing her from doing so.
I can't bear to look... really... As a Stellaron Hunters, she doesn't deserve this.
In comparison, Silver Wolf would rather endure the ultimate attacks of [ The Embryo of Philosophy ] and [ Order ], which I think were called [ In the In the Beginning Was the Deed ].
Xing and March 7th watched intently, their faces a mixture of shock, bewilderment, and a strange sense of discovery, as if they had found a new continent.
As for Welt, this knowledgeable and experienced Nameless predecessor, he chose a delicate balance—one eye tightly closed, refusing to accept the chaotic scene; the other eye slightly opened a crack.
Blake hovered directly beneath the ball of light, smiling broadly, as if admiring a masterpiece of art.
How beautiful! How pure! This is the [ Eternity ] we have been searching for!
"It's time... to send this greeting from the Church of Eternity to that little bird that wants to shackle the universe with [ Order ]!"
"[ Order ]'s unborn child, seek Lord Yite's salvation, and repent!"
The chaotic ball of light responded and moved, containing billions of pure [ Eternity ] beliefs, transforming into a colorful torrent, carrying immense energy capable of overturning the world, and relentlessly pouring towards the [ Embryo of Philosophy ]!
Even the most powerful Embryo of Philosophy appears incredibly fragile in the face of the collective will that brings together tens of thousands of wishes, each one equivalent to hundreds or thousands of ordinary wills.
The creation that embodies the entire will of Penacony [ Order ] Bulwark like a Order the moment it comes into contact with [ Eternity ].
Having withstood the full force of the [ Church of Eternity ], the [ Embryo of Philosophy ] let out a groan of unbearable pain.
He struggled to support his swaying body with his arms, golden cracks spreading like a spider web across his massive form.
"So... why does life slumber?" [ The Embryo of Philosophy ] once again asks this core question that runs through Penacony.
Without hesitation, Xing gently removed the top hat from his head, which symbolized Harmony and the mission of Trailblaze, and carefully put it away.
Her gaze pierced through the crumbling shell of the " Embryo of Philosophy," staring directly into its core—a Sunday trapped in the cage of " Order ": "Because... one day..."
We will wake up from our dream.
This answer, simple and direct, embodies the essence of Trailblaze —embracing the unknown and confronting reality.
A sigh, seemingly from the depths of the soul, emanated from the core of the [ Embryo of Philosophy ], and the support collapsed.
The body, symbolizing [ Order ], could no longer maintain any posture. As if all its energy had been drained, it crashed backward with a deafening roar.
Inside the Embryo of Philosophy, Sunday's lingering consciousness reached towards the dissipating dome, his fingertips trembling slightly:
"The night is still... too short..."
At this critical moment, a graceful, melodious figure resolutely passed through the Penacony Grand Theater, gently yet firmly facing the falling Sunday.
She opened her arms and embraced Sunday with her slender yet incredibly strong body.
"Elder brother..."
The Robin's song enveloped Sunday's consciousness, which was about to completely dissipate, and soothed the already exhausted soul beneath the hard shell constructed by [ Order ].
"It's time to wake up from this dream."
At the same time, the Golden Hour
Ye Yan leisurely sipped his milk tea, enjoying the final act of the play being performed at the Penacony Grand Theater.
"Terrible! It's awful! Why are all the ' Genius Society ' dolls here?"
Ye Yan ignored the mask's incessant rant in his ear.
What is meant to be [ Elation ] can hardly be called fun.
"Sigh~ It's not your fault. I wonder if Fuli recorded this scene."
Ye Yan took out his phone, just about to contact [ Remembrance ] Fuli to inquire about the situation...
Suddenly, on the virtual screen not far away, all the Church residents seemed to sense something, their gazes piercing through the Penacony Grand Theater and looking in Ye Yan's direction.
Ye Yan:...
Oh no, it's coming for Him.
"Oh?" the masked man leaned closer. " Aha! Things are getting interesting~"