After using the golden spindle, the courtyard indeed changed, and a blue-glowing wooden shadow appeared beside it.
"This is... Dryad?"
" Dryad... these little guys have such cute names," Mimi said.
Castorice took a few steps forward, staring intently at the afterimage. "No, this isn't Dryad..."
"They... are plants, strictly speaking. They gained intelligence through the equal blessing of Cerces, but it is very limited compared to humans. These little creatures before me are already dead... leaving only a tiny, lingering trace of their souls."
"However, this also means that the golden threads are indeed inseparable from the Titan' appearances—without the golden threads outlining them, we would never be able to see them."
"Then... what happened to them? Why are only tiny shadows left?" Trianne asked.
" Mimi, could you please try to sense the Remembrance they carry?"
Mimi had just finished a cup of milk tea. "Hmm, I'll give it a try."
She closed her eyes tightly, trying to resonate with the Dryad.
"Is there any explanation?" Xing poked Mimi, who was sensing the power.
"Hey~ Don't strain with others, it'll distract you...!"
The process was interrupted, Mimi looked at Xing with some helplessness, not knowing what to say to her.
"Sorry."
Galactic Baseballer is a good kid who admits his mistakes and corrects them.
Mimi tried to re-sensitize the " Remembrance " on the afterimage of the Dryad, but only managed to extract a few keywords:
"Black... cloak... and a sword..."
"Soap..." towards the big tree...
"... Um, that's all." Mimi's ears drooped. "Their Remembrance are very faint; they don't even have images, they can only hear these few vague words."
The perspective shifts back to the Cloud Stone Market. Inside the " Pink Fairy " milk tea shop, the confrontation between March 7th and Ye Yan continues.
" Teacher Ye Yan, where have you been secretly going these past few days?"
On March 7th, they took the initiative. Rather than sitting idly by and waiting to be tricked into revealing their secrets, they decided to take the initiative instead!
She blinked her signature pinkish-blue eyes, trying to catch a clue on the other person's face.
"Hehe~ Just like usual, 'working diligently' at the bubble tea shop."
Ye Yan responded without changing his expression, casually tapping the counter with his fingertips, his smile impeccably gentle. Clearly, March 7th's probing was like throwing a stone into the sea.
He added casually, "After all, I'm just an ordinary ' Pathstrider '."
On March 7th, a gasp escaped his lips. That statement carries a deeper meaning... Knowing Teacher Ye Yan's true identity, how dare he impersonate him?!
On March 7th, he silently gave a thumbs-up to this audacious ' Ye Yan' —good heavens, impersonating Emanator or even Aeon? Today has truly been an eye-opener...
Still not right!!!
A sudden realization flashed through his mind. Looking across the universe, there are very few beings who dare to openly impersonate the true form of the " Eternity " Aeon.
Therefore... there's only one truth!
The true identity of this ' Ye Yan ' is actually -- the " Elation " Aeon Aha!
Thinking about it this way, the logic suddenly made sense.
March 7th nodded contentedly, then felt a surge of exhilarating excitement.
But if it really is Aha... then is she officially facing a Aeon? How exciting!
She swallowed instinctively, her mind racing, deciding whether to crack a joke or make a strategic retreat...
At that very moment, a sudden change occurred!
A chilling glint appeared first, and without warning, the entire milk tea shop seemed to be frozen in time. The air suddenly turned icy, and the rhythm of time was forcibly distorted.
Countless tiny silver starlight points, like a veil of the Milky Way falling from the heavens, suddenly emerged from the void.
They exuded a profound and vast aura, instantly filling every corner of the field of vision and completely enveloping the false " Ye Yan ".
Then, the starlight blazed like a dragon! A stream of light, condensed from pure silver starlight and as solid as a physical object, precisely pierced through the center enveloped by the starlight!
At the heart of this silver storm descended none other than Fulisina, the Emanator " Eternity "!
Her silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, her eyes were like ice, and the staff in her hand, which shimmered with the same starlight, emitted a suffocating energy fluctuation.
"Wow~ Priestess is here to save the day!" March 7th stood up excitedly and hurriedly hid behind Fulisina.
"Sister Priestess, this person is impersonating Teacher Ye Yan! Shouldn't we teach her a lesson?"
Fulisina did not respond; her gaze, as cold as polar ice, was fixed on the figure at the center of the starlight.
In the next instant, the vast silver starlight collapsed inward, like a flowing cage, engulfing the imposter ' Ye Yan ' and making him disappear from the spot, as if he had never existed.
March 7th was left standing there, completely bewildered and still reeling from the shocking scene.
The milk tea shop next to " Vortex of Genesis " and " Tides in the Basin "
The silver starlight receded like the tide, revealing the figures that had been swept away by it.
The lingering starlight still drifted slowly through the air like tiny ice crystals, carrying a unique sense of tranquility.
Taking advantage of this brief moment, ' Ye Yan ' had already swiftly removed her disguise, revealing her signature true face.
However, before she could even speak, a starlight, even colder than before, suddenly shone on her forehead.
The tip of the staff flowing with starlight in Fulisina's hand was already pressed against her brow, and the power contained in the staff tip caused the surrounding air to hum slightly.
"It's you again, Memokeeper." Fulisina's voice was colder than her staff, devoid of any warmth.
" The Memokeeper? Darling, you won't even call me ' Constance '... Dahlia will do."
As she spoke, Dahlia tried to push away the high-tech staff pressed against her forehead...
Yes, the " Eternity " Emanator is incredibly powerful; it's completely immovable.
Since she couldn't win by force, Dahlia chose to use words to move this powerful " Eternity " Emanator.
"Hehe~ Don't be in such a hurry~ You've lived for hundreds or thousands of years since the Amber Era, let me explain a few things first?"
She blinked, trying to lighten the mood.
Fulisina merely let out a cold snort from her nose; her staff remained unmoved, and the starlight gathered at its tip even brighter, its dangerous aura almost tangible.
Dahlia spread her hands, feigning helplessness, "Completely impossible to communicate with...?"
You are not worthy of my trust.
Fulisina really liked what a certain Memokeeper said: the most trustworthy thing about the Dahlia is that it "should never be trusted."
"Sigh~" Dahlia put on a wronged expression, trying to evoke old feelings, "Back in the ' Ever-Flame Mansion,' I did help you and that lady who dabbled in ' Nihility,' didn't I?"
Observing Fulisina's expression, she continued, "Speaking of which, that little girl's ' Remembrance ' are a bit tricky. ' Pure Child of Anāsrava ' is really troublesome..."
Seeing that the other party remained unmoved, Dahlia took a step forward instead, even ignoring the starlight staff that exuded a deadly chill.
As if by magic, she produced an exquisite handkerchief and, oblivious to everyone around her, began wiping away non-existent dust from her staff.
"I think we don't need to be so tense." She gently pushed away the staff that was poised to strike in front of her.
In this long global feast, the Dahlia twists and turns on the staff of Path, seemingly never refusing an invitation—
She walks through the symphony of " Order," yet cannot help but touch the notes of " Harmony."
She listened to the humming of " Propagation," and under the teasing of fate, she willingly let herself be swallowed by the shadow of " Nihility," and intentionally or unintentionally... became entangled with the dance partner of " Remembrance."
Only " Eternity " was the thing she was most Curiosity, and also the most elusive. It had always been like a mirage, impossible to approach. She had never had the chance to approach it before.
And Amphoreus, the " Land of Eternity," is the perfect stage and opportunity.
"If you ask me my purpose?" Dahlia stared directly into Fulisina's cold eyes, which seemed to hold endless stars, a hint of fanaticism in her smile.
"It's very simple. My goal has always been to explore the Remembrance of ' Eternity.' Unfortunately, it seems my understanding of that supreme being is still far too superficial..."
Dahlia shrugged regretfully, then turned her gaze to Fulisina: "How about letting this lovely elf lady help me? Isn't the Church of Eternity always 'always ready to grant a request'?"
"You, Cremators betrayed everything, have a lot to say."
"Oh dear, are you angry?"
With a flick of her slender hand, she conjured a book out of thin air, the " Book of Eternal Virtues," which exuded an ancient aura, and began to peruse it with feigned interest.
"You know, in order to erase me, Garden of Recollection has issued fourteen warrants for my arrest."
What does this have to do with the Church?
"Oh my~ I'm so touched that the Church didn't put an arrest warrant for me. Is this how I 'repay' you?" Dahlia closed the book, her smile almost blindingly bright.
Fulisina fell silent, feeling as if she and the woman before her were on completely different wavelengths.
The other party's logic is erratic and dangerous, filled with lies and traps of probing.
Recalling the information revealed by a Stellaron Hunters friend, Fulisina gripped her staff even tighter, starlight rapidly flowing across its surface.
Otherwise, she might have underestimated the woman's danger.
The Stellaron Hunters holds too many secrets about the galaxy, and as the Dahlia peers into these Remembrance, " Destruction " will one day cast its gaze upon her.
She will tire of the endless, arduous journey and instead hasten the Finality —ascending to the status of a great lord who Destruction " Remembrance," in the name of " Ephemeron."
In one possibility, she would make everyone in the galaxy forget her ascension, as if an eighth Lord Ravager had never appeared.
When time comes to an end, her flames will burn across the Trāyastriṃśa, reducing the past copies of the universe to ashes.
Therefore, she declared to all the Pure Child of Anāsrava that she would leave behind a " Remembrance " grave for the Milky Way.
Even if the Dahlia hadn't been promoted to " Lord Ravager " yet, her danger was enough to terrify anyone who knew the inside story.
A person whose nature is to betray will not be accepted by either the " Stellaron Hunters " or the " Church of Eternity ".
A barely perceptible complex emotion flashed in Fulisina's cold eyes, and the starlight at the tip of her staff shimmered slightly.
She had to admit one thing: this dangerous woman had once betrayed the " Destruction " faction...
On a somewhat distorted level, perhaps... it could be considered a plus?