Star Iron: Cat Renaissance Abundance

Heita: "No, can you really do it?"

Ruan Mei: "Didn't you say that failure is the most rare thing for a genius? I just made a slight change to the results of your failed experiment."

Heita lifted the quilt covering herself and changed her pajamas into the black and purple witch costume she usually wore.

"Okay, okay, next time your experiment fails I will definitely laugh at you." said Heita.

"Okay, but next time I have this opportunity, I'll have to add some extra parts to your body. How about an extra pair of hands or a head?"

Ruan Mei said with a hint of evil humor.

"You! I'm a bit bored, let me go out for a walk." Heita made up an excuse and went out.

Ruan Mei wanted to tell Heita that he had given her to Bai Ling to pay off her medical debts, but before she could finish her words, Heita disappeared from her sight.

A little earlier, Bai Ling went to Liuguang Yiting and asked for a light cone with his own palace complex on it.

After taking the light cone, Bai Ling thought to herself, "Damn Black Tower! You wasted all my precious treasures just to bake a cake. You could have baked it, but you blew it up."

As soon as Bai Ling entered Liuguang Yiting, he saw a messenger holding two light cones in his hands. One was a picture of Heita throwing a strange object into the cake base, and the other was a freeze-frame of himself drawing his sword and cutting off Heita's hair.

Bai Ling picked him up with one hand and said coldly, "Don't let it leak out. I don't think you want to see a few fictional historians, the Joy Order, and a throne king causing trouble in the Liuguang Memorial Court."

The messenger swallowed and said tremblingly, "I understand, I understand. Don't worry, Liuguang Yiting will seal it."

The black swan laughed a few times when seeing this scene, and then gradually retreated under Bai Ling's death gaze.

The messenger who was picked up looked towards the Black Swan for help.

Black Swan pretended not to see anything and said in confusion, "I didn't see anything. Eh? Why am I here? Shouldn't I be sorting out my memories?"

The black swan broke into pieces and left, and the messenger's heart died.

"Look, some things aren't good to record. Especially the memories of the envoy. This time, for the sake of Liuguang Yiting, I can pretend nothing happened. If I find these two light cones somewhere in the universe~"

Bai Ling quickly raised her right hand, curling her thumb and index finger into a circle while the other three fingers stretched out and clasped together, like a delicate pistol. She stared sharply at the messenger before her, her lips curling up slightly in a sly smile. Then, she aimed the "gun" at the messenger's head and whispered, "Boow!" Though the sound was quiet, it carried an immense power that made one's heart tighten.

"Got it?"

"Sister, aunt, I understand, I understand!" the messenger said tremblingly.

Bai Ling put him down and said, "Get lost."

The messenger simply turned into fragments and disappeared.

Back to the present, Bai Ling returned to the Pharmacist Star with the light cone, and then stood in front of the ruined West Palace.

Bai Ling took out the light cone, which first spun around Bai Ling's fingers for a few times before being thrown out by Bai Ling.

"broken!"

With a crisp sound, the cone of light instantly shattered, disintegrating into countless tiny fragments of light that dissipated into the air. At the same time, a powerful force of memory surged like a surging tide, converging from all directions, seemingly filling the entire space.

Bai Ling stood there with a solemn expression. She quickly formed a spell with both hands and shouted, "Rise!" With this cry, the West Hall, already reduced to ruins, slowly floated into the air. The shattered remains of the building, the scattered rubble, and the broken beams and pillars all seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force, suspended in mid-air.

Immediately, Bai Ling's gaze focused as she unleashed an even more exquisite spell. With a flick of her finger, the shattered black tower figures were accurately separated from the rubble. As if grasped by an invisible hand, they were tossed into the vast courtyard outside the West Hall. After this, Bai Ling didn't pause, instead chanting a spell once more, mobilizing her imaginary energy.

Instantly, Bai Ling's body emanated a dazzling light. This light intertwined with the surrounding memory power, acting together to affect the West Hall, which was currently being rebuilt. At this moment, the fragments of the West Hall ruins that swirled around Bai Ling in the sky seemed to have a consciousness of their own, automatically grouping and arranging themselves according to a certain pattern. The severely damaged tiles and pillars gradually moved closer together. Under the dual influence of imaginary energy and memory, they automatically recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, reassembling into their original intact state.

Furthermore, even the previously collapsed ground and the laboratory buried deep underground began to slowly return to its original state. The previously uneven ground gradually became flat and solid, and the underground laboratory gradually restored its original layout and structure.

This is the interwoven equation of memory preservation --- Urban Restorationist (Legendary)

Bai Ling looked at the restored West Hall and sighed, "It's a shame my treasure is gone."

Bai Ling flew into the West Hall. Although the interior had been restored to its original state, the etched array pattern had disappeared.

"This time, use the power of preservation to etch."

Bai Ling made a decision in his heart.

Bai Ling summoned five clones, each holding a hammer and chisel with protective power, while he, the original body, only needed to continuously supply the protective power and imaginary energy.

"Master, would you like to add the Marks of Balance and Abundance?"

Bai Ling narrowed her eyes slightly, lost in thought. She carefully weighed the potential conflict between balance, abundance, and preservation, secretly pondering: This way, perhaps she could avoid the troublesome plant tentacles and roots and vines growing unchecked, turning this world into a mess.

You know, she had put so much effort into building this palace, a replica of the solemn and majestic palace of her previous life, incorporating elements of broken iron into its meticulous craftsmanship. If, due to a moment of carelessness, it were to become a primeval forest filled with plant roots and scattered leaves, she would truly be inconsolable!

Thinking of this, Bai Ling took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and said, "Well, okay, we can do that. However, it would be safer to reduce the amount of Feng Fang a little."

Hearing this, the other Bai Ling—her clone—replied softly, "Alright, original body, I'll follow your instructions."

Immediately, Bai Ling's five clones sprang into action, receiving their instructions. Armed with tools, they deftly carved complex and mysterious formation patterns into the gaps between the walls and pillars. For a moment, the clanging sound of hammering echoed throughout the space, rising and falling like a stirring melody.

Bai Ling, in charge of channeling energy, was completely focused on controlling every bit of it. She meticulously adjusted the volume and concentration of the energy, not daring to slack off for even a moment. After all, at this crucial moment where fates collided, even the slightest misstep could cause another violent explosion throughout the West Hall, undoing all her previous efforts.