The vibrations of the pocket watch grew more intense, and Lin Yue felt as if her wrist was about to be dislocated. The memory of the golden threads continued to magnify in her mind, and the message they conveyed gradually became clearer—the so-called "King" was not an enemy, but the key to maintaining the balance of time and space.

"No! We've all been misled!" Lin Yue suddenly shouted, his voice remarkably clear in the violently shaking museum. "What the Twelve Immortals sealed wasn't evil, but the power to maintain the balance of time and space! The man in black robes wants to break the seal and completely destroy this balance!"

Xia Zichen was stunned when he heard this, and his hands trembled slightly as he formed seals: "But the ancient books clearly say..."

"The ancient book has been tampered with!" Lin Yue interrupted him, "Look at the resonance between the pocket watch and the silk thread, this is the truth! What we need to do is not to stop the falling stars, but to reactivate the seal of the Twelve Immortals!"

Ah Fu's sword was almost unable to withstand the erosion of the black mist, and the golden light on the sword became weak. "But what should we do now? The armillary sphere is completely out of control!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the armillary sphere suddenly rang loudly, and all the pointers simultaneously pointed to the central "Xuanhuang Intersection" scale. The space-time rift instantly widened several times, and the black-robed figure laughed maniacally: "Too late! The night of falling stars has arrived!"

At the critical moment, Lin Yue raised his pocket watch. The star pattern on the dial resonated with the sleeping figure faintly visible in the cracks. Countless golden threads shot out from the watch, entwining the gears of the armillary sphere. Xia Zichen understood the meaning and shifted his hands in a magical seal. The shadow of the Big Dipper transformed into starlight, infusing the threads. Ah Fu swung his sword, severing the last of the black mist. The oracle bone inscriptions on the blade suddenly glowed, merging with the threads.

"In the name of the Guardian, restart the Twelve Immortal Seals!" the three shouted in unison.

Within the space-time rift, a sleeping figure slowly opened its eyes. The black-robed figure's laughter abruptly ceased, and he watched in horror as he was entangled in golden threads and gradually dragged deeper into the rift. The gears of the armillary sphere began to rotate in reverse, and the space-time rift healed at a visible speed.

When the last crack slowly closed as if by an invisible hand and finally disappeared completely, the entire museum seemed to have returned to calm after experiencing a thrilling storm.

The morning sun streamed through the glass dome, its soft light permeating the air and illuminating every corner. The flowing star patterns on the pocket watch suddenly stopped, as if time had frozen. The hands of the massive armillary sphere also stopped firmly at 12:30 AM, no longer moving.

Xia Zichen stood in the center of the museum, his gaze slowly sweeping around him. Everything seemed so quiet and peaceful. Yet, his heart couldn't calm down. He took a deep breath, then carefully opened the ancient "Astrology Fragments."

The pages of the book had become somewhat tattered due to the erosion of time, but when Xia Zichen gently turned it over, the tampered text on the corroded pages actually began to slowly recover, as if being repaired by a mysterious power.

"So that's how it is," he said softly, "The true night of falling stars is not destruction, but rebirth."

Lin Yue gripped her pocket watch tightly, feeling the lingering warmth in her palm. She knew this was just the beginning, and there would be more tampered truths waiting to be uncovered. And the sleeping "king" might be the key to solving all the mysteries...