Allen's palm rested on the violently trembling outer shell of the Memory Ark, the Power of Zhulong seeping in gently yet firmly like the finest silk thread. He wasn't trying to forcibly prevent its collapse—the accumulated negative energy and structural damage over millennia were irreversible—but rather to do something far more subtle.
He wanted to "organize" and "transfer" the massive, chaotic memories and emotional information contained within the device before it was completely destroyed.
The Power of Time flowed in his hands, like the most patient librarian, beginning to sort through and smooth the tangled fragments of memory, filled with pain and despair. Moments of destruction, cries of despair, unfulfilled dreams... all these intense emotions were carefully peeled away, like calming the waves of a storm into a tranquil sea, allowing the pure information contained within—the language, technology, art, and history of this civilization—to emerge clearly.
Next came the application of the Power of Existence. Using his understanding of the rules of "existence," Allen forcibly created a miniature, stable spacetime singularity at the core of this collapsing device—an "instant archive" that could only exist for a fleeting moment, yet was sufficient to complete a single information transmission.
The civilizational information, now sorted out and stripped of most of its negative emotional burdens, flowed into this temporary spacetime singularity like rivers flowing into the sea. This process was not plunder, but rather a kind of consent-based inheritance. The faint collective consciousness of the entire civilization that remained at the core of the device, upon sensing Allen's orderly and benevolent power, no longer resisted, but instead actively cooperated, transmitting its most essential elements.
After doing all this, Allen withdrew his hand.
Almost the instant his hand left, the enormous spherical device emitted a final, reluctant hum, its core red light surging to its peak, and then—
Buzz...
There was no deafening explosion, only a low, ancient sigh. The entire device, like a sand sculpture scattered by the wind, silently disintegrated and dissipated from the inside, turning into countless shimmering energy particles, rising slowly like a galaxy flowing against the current, and finally merging into the dark seawater and disappearing.
The " Echo " that had lasted for countless years came to an abrupt end at this moment.
Inside the deep-sea pyramid, an unprecedented and absolute tranquility prevailed, as if a soul that had been raging for millennia had finally found peace.
Inside the Thousand Sunny, everyone watched this almost miraculous scene in silence for a long time. They could feel that the oppression and restlessness that had been lingering in their hearts had disappeared, replaced by a faint sense of historical sorrow and relief.
"Is it... over?" Usopp asked softly, afraid of breaking the silence.
"It... rests in peace," Robin murmured, a hint of sadness and respect in her eyes. She could sense that some relatively peaceful fragments of key information, after being "sorted out," seemed to have blended into the surrounding environment, and perhaps in the future, under some opportunity, they could be reinterpreted by someone with the relevant knowledge (like her).
Franky watched the device dissipate and murmured, "Super's way of saying goodbye..."
Luffy was unusually quiet. He looked at the empty hall and scratched his head. "They... went to a place without meteorites, right?"
Allen returned to the ship, looking slightly tired. The operation he had just performed seemed effortless, but in reality, it was extremely mentally taxing, representing the most subtle application of the laws of spacetime and existence.
"I have preserved most of the valuable historical information of this civilization," he told Robin. "It is temporarily sealed in a spacetime node, and it will be possible to gradually decipher it only when a specific ' Key ' is obtained or when your abilities reach a deeper level. As for those painful memories and obsessions... let them rest in peace with the device."
Robin nodded solemnly, keeping this weighty "historical legacy" in his heart.
The Thousand Sunny slowly sailed out of the pyramids, leaving behind this silent, sunken city. When the ship resurfaced, broke through the sea, and basked in the long-awaited sunlight, everyone felt as if they had stepped into another world.
Looking back at the dark blue sea that had returned to calm but was destined to bury a magnificent history, the Straw Hat Pirates silently paid their respects.
They took away a piece of history that had been saved, leaving behind a civilization tomb that can finally rest in peace.
The Log Pose returned to stability and pointed to the next destination. But in everyone's heart, a coordinate called " Echo Abyss " was imprinted, along with a story about civilization, memory, and protection.