Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Based on everything he had gained in the three periods and the spiritual veins that were consistent with the inner sea of ​​the star, he transformed himself into the sun and became the UO who mimics the sun. Although it is a mimicry, it cannot last long, but he will use it to deal with the Oort who was revived because of him.

In fact, the moment Olt awoke, Favia realized that the last piece of the Silver Key she had taken with her was inside Olt's heart. This meant that the main problem with his awakening was still him, and therefore he had to be dealt with.

Will this method actually succeed?

Favia wasn't sure either, but so far everything has gone smoothly.

This method does not actually create a real sun, but rather forcibly pulls out an impossible phantom and endows it with the ability to be a sun.

So this sun is destined to go out, but it was so dazzling that burning once is enough.

I doubt anyone would think this would succeed, or that it would be a pointless endeavor.

However, the man was also prepared.

"I will endure for 4.6 billion years."

Because it is built on the same spiritual veins as the inner sea of ​​this planet, it is necessary to achieve the existence time of the sun in this system.

Four and a half billion years—is that a long time, or perhaps just a blink of an eye?

The Sun originated from the collapse of a massive molecular cloud of gas and dust in the Milky Way. During the collapse of the molecular cloud, a rotating disk of gas was formed due to the conservation of rotation.

Initially, it was not so large and hot. As hydrogen atoms inside began to accumulate, the volume gradually changed. The gas disk rotated rapidly and gradually flattened. When the gas disk became hot and dense enough, the nuclear fusion reaction ignited in the central region.

After ignition, the internal nuclear fusion reaction continues, and the energy and radiation generated by the nuclear fusion reaction maintain the stability of the sun, which gradually forms and enters the main sequence stage, continuing hydrogen fusion at its core.

The man inside the simulated sun had lost count of how many hundreds or thousands of times this had happened.

It's just that this one thing happened, and this fact is recorded in memory as knowledge. The past and the future are irrelevant. I just quietly go through everything.

He rocked in the cradle of time in a mimicry.

To experience a long, distant, and endless period of time that no human being has ever truly experienced firsthand.

Nevertheless, the fundamental essence that formed his foundation remained unchanged.

“I am the messenger of the Second Sun, Quetzalcoatl.”

"There is no mind that can be afraid."

"I am the one who will bring an end to a world of destruction, bloodlust, and war."

"There is no will that can be yielded to."

"I know who I am."

"There is no voice that ignores suffering."

"I will let all of you in this world see—"

"Born in distant and other places, you will eliminate the evil of resurgence in the eyes of all beings."

"Who will I be?"

"You are the 'sun,' you are the 'sun' of unity."

He has asked and answered himself repeatedly, more than tens of millions or hundreds of millions of times.

Each time, the surging energy inside the simulated sun makes the brain boil.

As time went on, even the man himself became unclear about why he was able to endure such a process.

The body seemed immune to the intense heat, only experiencing excruciating pain that seemed like torture, with each second bringing it to a standstill. Even the spirit was plunged into utter loneliness, and all of humanity endured this for what felt like an eternity.

Time flows on, time flows on like the sun...

As the sun's condition stabilized, the man who had been patiently enduring within it saw—

On that day, the lava deep within the earth's crust began to beat.

On that day, the rain, having spent its entire life, condensed into an ocean.

Listen attentively.

The sound of waves could be heard.

All things come from there.

All living things come from there, without exception, because that planet is undisputed to be a sea planet.

All things in the world are born in the vast ocean of all things in their own name.

Although that was only a part of the mimicry, as time has passed, it has become somewhat difficult for him to distinguish it.

Aside from the unwavering belief that he will succeed sooner or later, men have no way of calculating time; to them, eternity or a moment makes no difference.

Eternity is a moment, and a moment is eternity.

Therefore, it doesn't matter how small the probability of this miracle occurring is.

Until this lonely time ends, is the time I've spent merely a second in the real world, or has it truly been experienced?

He wasn't quite sure.

Then, from the simulated Earth, the man saw countless people in the Americas looking up at him as if in prayer.

Judging from his feelings, these people have been praying to him for countless years.

Although I found it very boring, I was also touched at the same time.

Countless beliefs have once again spread throughout this body, with utmost sincerity.

The starting point for those countless people was—

"I hope the weather will be better tomorrow."

"If it rains tomorrow, we can win."

"Our God is the best."

"What a cruel God."

"If there's less rain this year, the harvest will be better."

"The sun is so strong, the ground is scorched to death, this year is going to be tough."

"It's so cold in winter."

"It's so hot in summer."

"My child has been born, what should I name him?"

These are both contradictory yet sincere beliefs, and also the desires of human beings as a species—the "fuel" needed for survival, the passion to live.

Looking at this planet, it is a vast, deep blue, an eternally unchanging blue.

Although it's somewhat far away, and sometimes evokes a melancholic homesickness, what exactly is my purpose...?

The man thought to himself.

Under the sun, people cheer, reproduce, sacrifice, and forget.

Weeping.

Joyful.

I miss you.

They love each other, they fight each other, that's how they live.

The sun, eternally and unchanging, floats above the sky.

Nothing gives the world a more overwhelming sense of presence than a dazzling yet hazy star high in the sky.

The sun possesses such allure that it inspires both fear and reverence in all things.

Civilizations buried beneath dust and ashes, histories that once sang praises for millennia, will all pass away. In this world, the only thing that can forever etch the rich colors of time is the deep blue sun at the very top of the sky; all things are but a fleeting existence.

But the surging tide will eventually overcome all starlight and the countless wills of each era will be like the light of day that saves the starless and moonless silence, but in the next era they will be like withered flowers that eventually return to dust. The torrent of fate is so irresistible that in the present era we can only hold on to the 'moment'.

Cause and effect are intricately intertwined, and time is interwoven.

Although most living beings cannot see it, cause and effect and time influence each other like complex threads that spread everywhere. People live, decay, and eventually die in their own currents, according to their own will, by connecting cause and effect and time.

However, the distant sun silently watched those lines.

'Destruction' is coming. Once that 'spider' chooses to awaken, the planet can only become like that; that is the harbinger of destruction.

The blue planet will gradually disappear, break apart, tear apart, and gradually be swallowed up, and everything living on it will disappear.

Guan saw it this way, and the man saw the future trajectory, but it didn't matter to him.

...However, a sound rang out, a sound that should never have been heard. (Child)

“I know who I am.”

That was not a sound emitted by a physical entity; the sound came from within itself, yet it was even more distant.

“I will let you, who live in the world of the Aztecs and Mayans, see—”

"Who will I be?"

Something dazzlingly bright gradually filled the 'sun's' heat once again.

Light is hope.

Hope is human.

As time goes by, people are born, shine and give off light, but their short lives will eventually pass away.

The radiance of life is more brilliant and noble than any jewel; one can never tire of looking at it.

I have always cherished these lights, yet I also feel pity for them.

Although these starlights are so faint and powerless to dispel the darkness, just as no matter how hard the stars try to shine, the true dawn will never arrive.

The darkness of the eternal night is deep and thick as ink, easily obscuring the faint and scattered starlight.

"I am the sun."

The entire body, like the 'sun,' is shouting, and after 4.6 billion years, long-lost vitality is filling the whole body.

It was as if every component of his being had been replaced with something entirely different, far exceeding the limits that the human body as a vessel could contain. The energy surging from the depths of his soul shook the man's consciousness, which should have been 'dead'.

But is this something to be happy about?

Living within the sun means being imprisoned by it, but also receiving its protection; there must be something wonderful in that.

If one wishes to live a peaceful life as a god, one must never easily step into that place, for its essence is merely a mimicry, not reality, and it is destined to be extinguished after the fire has burned.

However, he did not stop. Ignoring the advice of the 'sun', he insisted on taking that step.

Nothing in the universe is eternal, so lamenting the end of things is meaningless. What matters most is how we spend this time before the end comes.

That seems to be his answer to 'the sun'....

But is that really just a mimicry of the sun? Why is its size no different from the actual sun?

The man had no idea, since initially he had only envisioned a celestial body the size of Earth.

However, my whole body felt like it was burning, as if the sun was on fire, and my breath felt like flames of thousands of degrees, coursing through my body.

As the amount of information that the sun can receive enters the man's body before he takes action, his brain fully receives those messages.

The man let his energy burst forth and leaped straight out of the sun, transforming into a simple being in space. How many seconds did this take?

Perhaps it's a second, perhaps it's tens of seconds, perhaps time has become meaningless to him.

Favia opened her eyes with incredible speed.

In terms of the speed of mimicry, just opening one's eyelids would take at least several million years.

Humans and the sun have different concepts of time, and live in different times and places. The sun, as a star, cannot accurately perceive the actions of humans on Earth, or its perception is too biased towards being correct, resulting in a significant deviation from human understanding.

Its size is equivalent to the current Sun of our solar system, even though there is only one of it in the mimicry.

Logically speaking, such a scale is already different from that of a human being; its values ​​and cognition are undergoing transformation, which is only natural. Its performance already possesses a cognitive ability that transcends time and space.

However, Favia, wearing the leopard mask, smiled, as if it had been a long time since he'd smiled, looking so content—

"I am the 'sun,' the 'sun' of unity."

The oasis eroded by the desert will eventually return; the clear water has simply been hidden away.

That is why this 'sun' does not hang high in the sky like a real sun, but walks on the earth and watches over the world.

At this moment, the fragment of the sun, which has endured for 4.6 billion years and successfully woven itself into the sun, stands on the boundless earth, the strongest entity on the sun, mimicking or equivalent to the true sun—