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Rear United Front, Holy Day.

At least during this period, this is the most solemn festival in the world. Everyone except those who maintain basic order has a day off. Schools also start to organize their own Sacred Heart Festival parties, usually inviting parents to participate. After the children have a good time playing, there are several days of holiday.

Today, the school where Fuge is located is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, which have been set up in advance and are hung all over the campus. Not only children, but also parents of all races are here to participate in this celebration.

Even little Fuzz's paintings were displayed on the school's honor wall.

In fact, these children's doodles full of childlike innocence are often just something schools laugh at. Every year, there are many children who like to draw, but how many of them can actually become artists?
However, when a leader from above came to make a surprise visit, that leader looked at the painting and said "good" several times. That's why the "little painter's" paintings began to be a regular feature on the school's various commendation walls, and even won an award for excellence this Holy Day.

In the crowd, almost every child was accompanied by their parents, either dads or older siblings, all of whom brought their children to participate in the celebration held by the school to celebrate the holiday.

But among the crowd, there wasn't a single familiar face in sight...

Dad didn't come...

Uncle Domini didn't come...

There were many, many uncles and aunts I knew, whether it was Aunt Avril who always held my hand and played with me, or Uncle Catfish who, despite looking ugly, clumsily tried to please me...

There's also the strange, big-eyed uncle, the insectoid aunt who looks like she's covered in armor, the ghost aunt who always scares me, and the bone dragon uncle who buys me snacks...

No one was present...

She sat there blankly inside the school gate, watching the bustling crowd outside. Each time, she held onto hope, imagining seeing her father and the others coming.

However, each time, all that remained was disappointment.

She silently clenched the speech in her hand. These were the words she wanted to show off to everyone, to tell everyone that her father and uncles and aunts were "spies" going to carry out a secret mission!
This is incredibly cool for a child; it's an honor that will make them proud at school for countless years.

Besides this little bit of vanity, she really wanted to tell her father that she had grown up and become an excellent child who could put his mind at ease.

Dad and his uncles and aunts can now confidently carry out their secret service missions without worrying about her anymore.

She will be everyone's pride!
But, but...

"Clang clang clang!"

The bells rang, signaling the start of the Hajj celebrations. This outstanding student had to begin preparing. After the principal's speech, it was her turn to speak on "My Heroic Father and My Uncles and Aunts."

But now, Little Fuzzy just stared blankly at the streets outside the school, where there was no one.

……

Altar Star is the planet closest to the Great Void of Space.

Extreme cold and fierce winds ravage this planet. Not only that, the ice crystals and land on the planet will fly upwards in a reverse direction, instead of falling down, they will fly into the sky, towards... the Great Hollow!

Such a spectacle unfolded on the other side of the planet, in this extreme cold hell of minus two hundred degrees Celsius, a figure carrying tree seeds and holding a talisman struggled forward across the icy plains.

The gale and ice crystals seemed to tear his body apart; his skin, muscles, and bones... were like pieces of paper thrown into an icy field, their edges curling and turning into ice crystals.

He felt no pain, only a complete sense of "detachment".

“Domini, you said your tree seed should be planted in the soil…” Ishan muttered to himself, clutching the tree seed tightly in his hands. He looked into the distance and saw that the mountain peaks were no longer covered in thick ice. A smile appeared on his lips.

After all, the Domini tree seed wasn't a true beacon. Ishan knew that this tree seed, which stored a large amount of magic energy, would have the same effect as other expedition beacons, but he didn't know how long it would take.

Therefore, he wanted to choose the best location.

He carried the homemade flag of the 13th Expedition on his back, the flag fluttering in the strong wind.

He struggled forward step by step until he reached the foot of the mountain, on the muddy ground where only a thin layer of ice remained. He then took out his remaining tools and began to chisel through the hard frozen soil to place the Dominican tree seeds down.

"Domini, I never thought it would end up being just the two of us."

"I saw the future, you know? I saw the future! We succeeded! Hahaha, we succeeded! And as I told you before, as the recorder, I watched billions of pioneers die in unknown galaxies..."

"I understand why I had to do this; I'm gradually coming to understand everything!"

The seed seemed to finally sense the earth, or perhaps the foundation of the ritual, and it instantly took root and sprouted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The seed breaks through the frozen soil that has just been buried, sprouting a new shoot. In that instant, the entire planet seems to change because of the veins of this tiny dot.

The raging winds subsided, the disordered gravity began to recover, and the entire planet seemed to be no longer affected by the cosmic void.

The saplings grew at a visible rate, becoming larger and larger, reaching heights of hundreds of meters, or even thousands of meters, in the blink of an eye...

The tree roots swept across the land like raging waves, breaking through the ice layer. Upon contact with these roots, the raging ice layer instantly melted into water, nourishing the land beneath the glacier.

Tree roots seemed to spread rapidly across the entire surface of the planet, glaciers turned into lakes, and ice layers formed oceans.

Even at this moment, a flower sprouted from the ground beneath Ishan's feet. On his face, which was covered in ice crystals, countless flowers bloomed and burst forth at his feet. In the blink of an eye, this place, which was an extreme cold hell with temperatures below minus two hundred degrees Celsius, was transformed into a sea of ​​flowers.

Flowers surrounded this giant tree, which resembled a divine tree, their clusters of blossoms swaying gently in the breeze as if singing a ballad.

Ishan laughed, and burst into laughter.

"Domini, can you see it? Can you see it? We did it! Everything we've done has been a success!"

"Our sacrifices were not in vain. Avril, Catfish, Strange Eye, Ghost... the sacrifices of all of them, the sacrifices of all the martyrs, were not in vain!"

"It's back, everything is back!"

He laughed, dancing clumsily, like a madman or a child, recklessly leaping through the sea of ​​flowers with his extremely awkward steps.

When he was tired from dancing, he collapsed in the sea of ​​flowers. Looking up, he could see the vast emptiness in the sky, but none of that mattered anymore.

He reached out, wanting to touch the big tree, his dearest friend...

The hand passed through the tree trunk in mid-air...

Ishan was stunned. He reached out again, but this time, his hand still went straight through the tree trunk.

"What... happened?" He stared blankly at his hands.

Why couldn't I shake hands with my best friend again in the end?
"Because, the vice-captain of the 13th Expedition, Ishan, is dead." A sudden voice came.

Ishan turned his head sharply and saw a boy, a boy who was somewhat similar to the Eldar, but completely different.

Similarly, following the boy's figure, he saw behind him a corpse frozen on the ground, carrying a flag.

The corpse's flesh and blood seemed to have been stripped away, leaving only a broken skeleton. Yet it still stood there, taking a step forward, as if to continue moving forward.

However, his body could no longer support his consciousness, and he fell to the spot, turning into a statue frozen solid like a stone pillar by ice crystals.

Only the homemade banner of Expedition No. 13 behind him remained, fluttering in the breeze like a landmark. "So, I'm already dead," Ishan smiled, without hysteria or self-pity. He simply looked at his broken body and the banner swaying in the wind.

"Are you... from the future?" Ishan looked at the figure, smiling as if she had let go of all burdens and responsibilities, and asked.
"What happened to the world afterward? With the threat of the Great Void in the universe gone, have they developed to the point where they can reshape the universe?"

"Perhaps it has come true. I know you are probably living a better life than us. In the future, perhaps all races in the universe will be able to come together, without distinction, united as one. Any race and civilization can become friends, showing compassion to the weak, helping each other, working together to build and make the world a more beautiful place?"

Ishan smiled as he lay on the ground, surrounded by a profusion of flowers. He just smiled like that, the breeze ruffling his hair, making him feel as if he wanted to fall asleep peacefully there.

But Xue Dinglu remained silent. In the end, he could only smile wryly and say, "Yes, it has already been achieved."

He lay in the sea of ​​flowers, his tattered uniform turning into the last handful of dust nourishing the flowers, the flower roots entwining his gradually transparent limbs.

"That's fine, that's fine..."

"Is this... alright?"

He didn't utter a sound, only his lips moved, but thousands of flowers simultaneously bowed their heads in his direction, their petals trembling and making a clear, bell-like sound.

The wind is blowing.

It swept across the sea of ​​flowers, swirling up countless petals of light, and also brushed against Ishan's almost completely transparent soul.

At this moment, he seemed to see many people: his childhood friend Domini, Avril who ultimately pushed herself to this spot, the generous orc Locke, the strange eye who did everything in his power to turn the starship around, the doctor Ghost who cared about everyone's health, the agent Catfish who treasured his new watch, the taciturn bone dragon and necromancer, the sweet-voiced insect queen, the mischievous Liar Monster, and the dark elf who seemed to have something on his mind...

It seemed that everyone had come here, lying with him in the sea of ​​flowers, heads close together in a circle, putting down all their duties and burdens, and quietly falling asleep.

The wind stopped.

The sea of ​​flowers was as clean and pristine as ever, with only a rough clay amulet lying quietly in the very center.

……

Rear Starfield, United Front.

“My…heroic father and uncles and aunts…” Fuge read with difficulty, but when she looked up, she did not see any familiar faces.

Dad didn't come, and none of my uncles and aunts came...

The time set by the leaders of the United Front was followed by the ringing of a bell.

"Activate all beacons worldwide and start the live broadcast simultaneously," the leader said.

"Tonight, we pray for all the heroes who went to the Great Hollow!"

"when!"

It was as if the bells of the universe were ringing.

Everyone seemed to be praying here.

……

At this moment, the divine tree seemed to have finally absorbed enough magic energy and began to soar into the sky, resonating with the beacons established by the other expedition teams.

This is the Cosmic Resonance Equation calculated by the God of Myriad Machines after he himself was completely corrupted by magic essence!
Throughout the universe, the sacrifices of countless pioneering groups, the beacons dropped towards various galaxies, and the countless people who prayed at the same time, all received the same pulse at their core within the same Planck time.

That wasn't sound; it was a resonance more fundamental than gravity, reaching the very essence of existence.

Next comes "ascent".

It is not matter, but light, emotion, and will.

From the chest, core, or focus of consciousness of every intelligent life on every planet, wisps of light are drawn out and rise.

Their colors are endless: the resolute gold that protects children, the fiery blue that scholars seek truth, the gentle white that the departed cherish the world, and the tenacious cyan that civilization yearns for its continuation...

These tiny points of light, like stars flowing against the current, break free from the constraints of the Earth's surface, pass through the atmosphere or energy field, and merge into the giant beacon that has been waiting for a long time in the planet's orbit.

Then, the beacon "lit up".

Two trillion galaxies, two trillion beacons, in the same instant, transformed from silent megastructures into burning torches of will.

Their light does not radiate outwards, but rather focuses and sprays inwards, upwards, towards a certain absolute coordinate in the universe, towards the direction of the Great Void.

Thus, the universe witnessed the most magnificent "rain" since its birth.

This endless light of prayer, traversing millions and tens of millions of light-years, disregarding the curvature of spacetime, rises from every corner of the universe and races toward the same destination.

They converged, intertwined, and merged, forming a boiling sea of ​​light that defied description of any color before reaching the void surrounding the Great Void.

Xue Dinglu stood on this last planet, watching the meteor shower gather in the sky.

"I see……"

"The King is not a specific person, nor a specific team..."

"Instead, it is the prayer of the stars."

The thing that troubled Isan the most was that he had personally caused the deaths of countless pioneers.

But it was precisely because of the sacrifice of the pioneering group that the magic beacons spread throughout the universe, creating this trillion-level meteor shower in the polar sky.

The Demon Essence is what later generations called the "King's Spirit Child".

The beacon of Expedition 13 is the prototype of the Divine Tree.

The magic beacon left behind by the pioneering group is the "Fragment of the King".

The planet beneath Xue's feet, covered in a sea of ​​flowers, is also the planet of later generations...

The Mist Council!

The Divine Tree will expand the Dead Star, gradually gathering its atmosphere and water to transform it into a life-bearing planet. It will also spare no effort to absorb "King Spiritual Particles," as this is an instinct ingrained in its very being—the ability to absorb magical essence.

Because this was the final obsession of Domini, the treant captain.

"I see……"

Light converges inward, shaping.

A towering figure, woven from the prayers of countless stars, slowly rose from nothingness.

"Shooting stars, so beautiful." (End of Chapter)