The crystal ground of the undefined star region rang like glass under the Star-patterned Sword. Xia Zichen's sword tip lifted a wisp of sweet mist, which instantly condensed into a raven-shaped messenger spirit, holding a half-piece of yellowed parchment in its beak. Lin Yue recognized it as a fragment from the diary of the First Guardian. New words, scorched into the margins, read: "As the Scythe of Entropy begins to harvest possibilities, the Web Weaver has planted thirty-seven seeds of lies in the shadows."

The black cat suddenly arched its back, its pupils constricting to pinpoints. A silvery-gray fluid seeping from the distant crystalline cracks converged into the outline of a humanoid figure wielding a scythe. It was the remnant of the "Weaver of Entropy" from Chapter 12, weaving a net with threads of harvesting possibility. The faded emblems of the Authority's past, like "Necessity" and "Fate," floated across the mesh.

"Be careful! Those threads are spun from unfulfilled regrets." Ah Fu's oracle-inscribed sword slashed with wind blades, but half of its radiance was absorbed when it contacted the silver-gray net. Xia Zichen's star-patterned shield blocked the oncoming sickle, and suddenly a scene from a universe in which he had failed to save Lin Yue appeared on the shield—a "negative possibility" that the web weaver had torn from the ruins of memory.

Lin Yue's beam swept across the Web Weaver's core, revealing that the core of the Authority's old central core was beating within its chest, its surface covered in spells inscribed with "impossible." "It's consuming the 'unchosen branches' of other universes to strengthen itself!" She tossed the "Question Seed" from her Wind Pocket into the silver-gray fluid. As the seed shattered, countless question mark-shaped arrows of light erupted, burning holes through the Web Weaver's body, allowing light to leak through.

Lao Zhang's observation device suddenly sounded a blare of alarms. The remnants of the Web Weavers from all the parallel universes simultaneously raised their sickles, aiming them at their respective universes' "nurseries of possibility." In one of the images, a white-robed reflection of Lin Yue was reinforcing the nursery's barrier with star seeds. Her gaze suddenly shifted, and her fingertip tapped the observation device's lens, leaving a misty message: "Look deep into the cracks."

Ah Fu's sword vines suddenly pierced the crystalline ground, pulling out a cocoon entwined with fragments of time and space. When the cocoon burst open, it released not a butterfly but a raven covered in gears, each feather inscribed with a list of "curiosity criminals" the Administration had banned. The raven swooped down on the Webspinner's scythe, and the gears collided with the sickle of entropy, sparking blue-gold sparks that spelled out the words "Regrets Allowed" in the air.

"These are fragments of the memories of the first generation of guardians!" Xia Zichen grabbed the fallen gear and found that the inside was engraved with the same star-patterned double helix as the one on his palm. "They were not completely wiped out back then, but turned into possible virus carriers." The Weaver screamed as data collapsed, and its silver-gray body began to decompose into countless fragments of "should" and "must", each fragment crying out the old instructions of the Administration.

The black cat seized the opportunity to pounce on the central core, its claws shattering the last piece of the "No Exploration" spell. In the light of the core's explosion, the four saw countless imprisoned possibilities swarming out like bees—a warrior who should have become a poet, a scholar who should have wandered, and even the "gentle ending" bubble that was sealed away in Chapter 17 after being deemed "worthless."

Lin Yue caught the falling "Gentle Ending." Inside the bubble, Xia Zichen was pinning wildflowers in her hair. In the background was a nursery of possibilities, untouched by the flames of war. "So all the denied ramifications were trapped here by the Web Weaver." Her beam gently touched the bubble, and the wildflowers suddenly burst through the barrier, creating pink cracks in the crystals of the undefined star field.

Lao Zhang's pocket watch suddenly flipped upside down, revealing new words on the inside of the cover: "When you look directly into the eyes of regret, it will become stars." The silver-gray fragments indeed melted into a liquid in the starlight, solidifying into a transparent "cocoon of possibility," emblazoned with the combined totems of the four figures' crests. Ah Fu inserted the Oracle Sword into the cocoon's core, and vines immediately entwined the hilt, weaving a new protective barrier.

Suddenly, the sound of gears whirred from the distant crystalline mountains. The outline of a city, composed of "unfinished" and "to be explored," was rising. Countless eye-shaped gems were inlaid on the city gates, each reflecting the figure of a different cosmic explorer—the lost traveler from Chapter 3, the star envoy with broken wings from Chapter 9, and the mirror image of Old Zhang, watering the seeds of hope with his tears.

"That's the 'Possibility Transit Station'." The elf in raven form suddenly spoke, his voice mixed with the sighs of the first guardians and the flapping of fireflies' wings. "The Administration once wanted to build this place into a prison, but now it should return to its original purpose." Xia Zichen inserted the Star Pattern Sword in front of the city gate, and vine stairs immediately grew out of the blade. Each step of the stairs was engraved with "Welcome to the Unknown" in different languages.

Lin Yue scattered a final handful of seeds. This time, they didn't transform into meteors upon landing, but into rooted vines. The fruit on these vines turned out to be transparent communication bubbles. When the first bubble connected to the nursery in the mirror universe, Lin Yue on the other side was waving, holding up a glowing letter. The letter read, "The wind here is starting to learn to turn."

The remains of the Entropic Web Weaver eventually turned to silver sand. The pattern drawn by the black cat on the sand perfectly matched the star map of the nursery's mirrored lighthouse. Fuku flipped through the complete First Generation diary and discovered a new paragraph on the last page: "When the Web Weaver's sickle rusts into a plowshare, the possibilities harvested will grow anew in the wound."

Xia Zichen looked at the "smoke of possibility" rising from the transit station, and suddenly heard himself in countless parallel universes saying the same words at the same time: "It's time to tell the story of the nursery to the new travelers." He turned to look at his companions and found that the lights of the transit station were reflected in everyone's eyes. Those lights were following the trajectory of the star map, spelling out a giant light sign that read "Welcome to ask questions" in the undefined star field.

The wind blew again, this time carrying the aroma of the transit station bakery. Lin Yue caught a note floating on the wind. Written in chocolate sauce, it read: "The next planet to be cultivated is at the end of the third star track in the southeast. The 'unknown' there tastes like strawberries." Lao Zhang's observation device showed that seven expedition teams had already arrived, following the glowing footprints they had left behind. One of them was led by the mirror girl carrying the Scythe of Entropy.

"What should we name the first tavern at the transit station?" Ah Fu pointed his sword at the elves building the roof. The words "Maybe" and "Give it a try" were faintly visible on the wooden beams. Xia Zichen picked up a pebble made of silver sand and carved "Possibility Tavern" into it. The stone immediately transformed into a weather vane, its arrows pointing simultaneously in eight different, unknown directions.

A black cat leaped onto the weather vane, its tail curled around a newly sprouted seed—a "reversal seed" cultivated from the remains of a web weaver, its surface shimmering with the luster of "ifs" and "maybes." When the first seed was planted into a crystalline crack, the sky no longer rained in vibrant colors, but minty "hypothesis dew." The dew formed a river on the ground, on which floated paper boats covered with the words "Why not try?"

At the river's end, the first "Answer Tree" in the undefined star region was growing, its crown laden with question-mark-shaped fruit. Xia Zichen knew that when an explorer plucked the fruit and took their first bite, the universe would be enriched with a whole new flavor—the sweetness of a daring attempt, tinged with the spiciness of an unknown adventure.

(End of Chapter 36)