Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

Pioneering is like sailing from the beginning of a story towards its predetermined end.

The Star Train's orbit traverses the distant and long past and present, and is destined to reach that future called the End.

Anming is a traveler who walks outside of time.

Time and again he stood on the ruins at the end of time, then turned around and walked back to the beginning.

After the last king, he is the only finality, gambling with countless reincarnations in search of that possible glimmer of dawn.

No one told him when the sea of ​​quantum erosion of the universe would end, nor would anyone tell him whether he could find the one and only correct timeline when the end truly came.

No matter what, he will stand here, just like countless timelines before.

It wasn't because he saw hope, but because he himself was the spark of hope.

He is An Ming.

They are pioneers who journey from the end to the beginning.

When did it start?

Although it was a journey so long that time could not be measured, the memories left behind on each journey became the reason he was able to stand here.

As Anming said, some bonds and loves are eternal and cannot be changed by time.

At the end of countless timelines swallowed by the end, it is these memories, as bright as starlight, that illuminate his path to the next cycle of reincarnation.

"......"

When Anming opened his eyes again, he found himself in a realm beyond his comprehension.

If the universe is a world composed of rules formed by destiny, then this place is the starting point born from the most fundamental concepts.

Just as everything has its beginning, Anming floated in the boundless void, gazing at the ancient tree that spans the ages.

The Tree of Imaginary Numbers.

The beginning of all worlds, the end of all universes.

When the branches sway, it is the first cry of a new world.

The drooping roots are an elegy for the old universe.

The tree of imaginary numbers gives birth to new worlds, and the sea of ​​quantum numbers eliminates the lost universes.

Just as yin and yang are two complementary forces, the tree symbolizes existence and reality, while the sea represents nothingness and possibility.

An Ming was still unaware of what coming here meant. His pupils reflected countless worlds, more like a grand reality that was bound to end than the dazzling dreamlike splendor of Pinocchio.

When the script of destiny in his palm turns to its final chapter, it also means that the step he has taken has crossed the boundary between trees and the sea.

No one knows what Anming's destiny is, nor can they understand how a power that is not based on the destiny system could unleash a power comparable to that of a star god.

The answer was on the paper from the very beginning.

The limits of this universe ultimately stop at the Star God.

Anming's limits were never bound by this starry sky from the very beginning.

Yes, from beginning to end, he was the only variable, detached from the script.

"Your fate should not have been so tumultuous."

If the sea is a projection of consciousness condensed from the dark water, then what appears before An Ming now is a radiant existence woven from countless golden laws.

Despite the hazy figure, An Ming clearly understood the true identity of the person before him... presumably, it was the manifestation of the consciousness of the Imaginary Tree.

Since the quantum sea can penetrate into the leaves with its thoughts, the tree, as an opposing source, can naturally do the same.

"Do you know that the withering of leaves is a natural law, just like life and death?"

The embodiment of the tree stood silently in the void, its voice echoing like the resonance of countless worlds. The golden patterns flowing around it reflected the fundamental laws of the heavens.

"To you and the sea, the universe is nothing but a light and fleeting 'one'." A universe, a world, a cosmos—no matter what name they are given, in their eyes they are always just numbers that can be painted on at will.

It is an insignificant "one" that can be created and destroyed at will.

An Ming smiled in a way that Shu couldn't understand. "Of course you know that even now, my comrades are still fighting desperately for this tiny 'one'."

The tree's incarnation seemed to be contemplating. In fact, it hadn't really thought about things for a long time, but Anming's existence was indeed special enough to warrant its re-examination of this variable that contradicted the past and future.

This is also a natural law as common as life and death.

Where there is light, there is shadow; where there is destruction, there is abundance. Since a "demon king" who devours the world will be born, a "hero" who will slay the evil dragon is destined to be born as well.

Anming was the inevitable hero, the only ray of light breaking through the darkness of despair.

Or more accurately, he is a savior who carries the last wishes of all the departed souls in the world and is determined to rewrite the final outcome.

That was never a power bestowed by fate.

Rather, it is the miracle itself, formed by the convergence of billions of "ones".

There are countless leaves on the branches, most of which are just an uninteresting "one". It should be so...it should be so. However, in the long river of time, there will always be a few special leaves that break away from the predetermined trajectory.

First, there are those foolish people who fantasize about changing the past, willing to sacrifice the entire world for their one and only love from the past—a selfish decision made by insignificant individuals.

Secondly, those who wield hope as their sword to sever the false veil of heaven, breaking the shackles of the world's will and becoming the sole beacon of hope, bring new possibilities to the world.

Thirdly, there are those who, burdened by destiny, find their own destiny and, even in the darkest of realities, still hold onto the belief that the future can be changed.

Throughout history, only a handful of people have been able to set foot here and see the true form of the Tree of Imagination.

At this moment, An Ming stood before the tree trunk entwined with ancient laws. His figure belonged neither to the Fool, nor to the Warrior, and even surpassed the Traveler.

Anming rarely mentions his past; to him, it is a story so distant it feels like another world, a time not worth remembering.

Those were memories from the Blue Star era. If he hadn't come to the Starry Sky Railway in the universe, he might have just lived an ordinary life like countless others.

Until one afternoon, reality was overturned before my eyes, replaced by an endless sea of ​​stars.

To beings of higher dimensions, it is nothing more than a tiny ripple among infinite variables, a common tremor among thousands of leaves on a branch.

But it was this glimmer of light that ultimately illuminated the dawn of the tiny blade of space.

"It seems you've already made your choice."

The voice of the Imaginary Tree echoed in the laws; it never easily interfered with the trajectory of the leaves, but that did not mean that Anming could not be the exception.

Brave, hero, savior... Anming never cared about those titles. He traversed the ends of tens of thousands of timelines, stepped over the ruins of countless worlds to reach the end of his journey, all to protect the universe that was unique to him.

There is no end to exploration.

The world deserves a tomorrow.

An Ming raised his hand, his fingertips lightly touching the golden laws flowing beside him, and then tightly grasped the leaf that was about to fall into the sea.

"I will take it home."

Let's return to that tomorrow that everyone is waiting for.

This leaf, though small, is Anming's "one," the only one.