Sunlight from the museum's dome slanted across the display case glass. Lin Yue's fingertips traced the raised star pattern on her bronze pocket watch, the cool touch mingling with the searing heat of the underground palace in her memory. The armillary sphere glowed faintly under the spotlight, its hands moving slowly and strangely, making a subtle click at certain points.

"The gears of this watch are whirring at the same frequency as the pocket watch in the underground palace," Xia Zichen's voice echoed from behind him. A faint star pattern appeared on the collar of his white shirt. He clutched a yellowed ancient book in his hand, with half a broken bronze mask wedged between the pages. "I found this 'Astrological Fragments' in the warehouse. It mentions that when the armillary sphere points to the 'intersection of Xuan and Huang', a rift in space and time will appear at the darkest moment of the moon."

Ah Fu gently placed the well-repaired sword on the display stand. The oracle bone characters on the scabbard glowed faintly in the sunlight: "When I was on guard last night, I saw this sword suddenly point to the southeast. What do you think, could it be..." Before he finished speaking, the lights in the entire museum suddenly went out, and moonlight poured in through the dome skylight, casting a mysterious geometric pattern on the base of the armillary sphere.

Lin Yue's pocket watch began to heat up. The star pattern on the dial moved like a living thing, perfectly aligning with the pattern on the ground. The shadow of the sycamore tree outside the window suddenly twisted and distorted, transforming into countless black vines that wrapped around the glass. The temperature in the exhibition hall plummeted, and the white air he exhaled condensed into tiny ice crystals in the air.

"They are coming." The voice of the man in black robe came from all directions. The fragments of the bronze mask floated in the air, piecing together a sneer on his face. "Do you think you can rewrite your fate by restarting the reincarnation? The seal of the Twelve Immortals is loosening. The real night of falling stars..." The voice was cut off by the sound of metal collision. Ah Fu swung his sword to cut through the oncoming black fog. The oracle bone characters on the sword burst out with golden light.

Xia Zichen's star patterns surged, and he formed hand seals to summon the phantom of the Big Dipper. "Lin Yue, do you remember the arrangement of the underground palace star map? Use your pocket watch to locate it!" His cuffs were scorched by the black mist, but he remained fiercely protective of the girl beside him. Lin Yue took a deep breath and aimed his pocket watch at the projection of the armillary sphere. The words "3:00 AM" on the dial resonated with the star trajectory, and the entire museum began to slowly rotate.

"It turns out that the so-called guardian is nothing more than a new sacrifice!" The man in black robe suddenly laughed wildly, and his voice echoed in the void, as if mocking the entire world.

Just as his laughter hadn't faded, the black-robed figure suddenly shot out like a meteor, crashing straight into the star track. His speed was so fast, like lightning streaking across the night sky, and in the blink of an eye, he was already close to the star track.

However, just as the black-robed man was about to collide with the star track, time and space seemed to be torn apart, and a huge crack suddenly opened behind him, like a ferocious beast, opening its huge mouth that could swallow everything.

"Look at this twisted time and space!" The black-robed man stood at the edge of the crack and roared at Lin Yue and the others. "Every time you repair a crack, more will appear! Everything you do is just delaying time. It won't prevent the destruction of this world!"

Lin Yue stood there, staring at the terrifying crack in spacetime, an uncontrollable fear welling up in her heart. Her temples throbbed, as if something was constantly pounding deep within her mind, trying to break free and burst forth.

Suddenly, an image flashed through her memory—the final scene of the Twelve Immortals. In that image, countless glowing threads entwined a sleeping "king." Those threads seemed to be constantly transmitting some kind of information, and the vibrations from her pocket watch at that moment matched the exact frequency of those threads!