Chapter 72

The alarm of "Starfall" resounded throughout the Saigong star field.

That was no ordinary weapon, but the ultimate destructive device that the Federation had spent decades of effort to create - it could cause the complete collapse of local space and turn the entire star field into nothingness.

The hall collapsed amidst the violent tremors, huge boulders raining down. Miao Weizhen protected Xinglan beneath him, a flash of determination in his deep brown eyes. Wen Ling's holographic projection began to flicker due to the energy interference, but he remained firmly in front of them.

"The Heart Crown is resisting the contamination!" Xing Lan cried anxiously. She could feel the dark energy from the Luofeng Echo corroding the ancient artifact, "but it won't hold out for long!"

In the distance, Qu Beichen appeared at the hall's entrance. He wore the uniform of a federal marshal, his face as cold as ice. "What a touching reunion. Sadly, you will all pay the price for this rebellion."

Emergency reports from all parties came through the communicator:

"More than half of the Saiwen fleet has been lost!"

"The Saijian Nation's energy core is overloaded!"

"The defenses of the Sairang Kingdom are about to collapse!"

The Restoration Alliance's combined fleet was losing ground under the threat of "falling stars." On the star map, the blue dots representing the Alliance were extinguishing one by one.

Wen Ling stared at the violently trembling Heart Crown, a flash of enlightenment suddenly flashing in her deep green eyes: "Weizhen, perhaps... we don't need to fight, but understand."

Miao Weizhen immediately understood what he meant, but he was still worried: "The energy level of 'Starfall' is too high."

"No, there's another way!" Xing Lan suddenly spoke, his silver-gray eyes gleaming with wisdom. "I've read records of ancient civilizations within the 'Echoes of Luofeng'. The 'Heart Crown' requires the resonance of three fundamental consciousnesses: the guardian's perseverance, the healer's purity, and the connector's wisdom."

She looked at Miao Weizhen, Wen Ling, and finally herself. "The three of us might correspond to these three characteristics."

Time waits for no one. The energy readings of the "Starfall" have reached a critical point, and cracks are beginning to appear in the space of the entire star field.

The three of them exchanged glances, instantly reaching a tacit understanding. They simultaneously placed their hands on the "Heart Crown," closed their eyes, and poured their entire consciousness into it.

Something wonderful happened.

The "Heart Crown" burst out with unprecedented light, which penetrated the collapsed palace, the fierce battlefield, and even penetrated the space itself.

The three characteristics are perfectly integrated under the coordination of the artifact—

Miao Weizhen's persistence in protecting everything, Wen Ling's purity in healing wounds, and Xing Lan's wisdom in connecting all things turned into an indescribable torrent of energy.

This energy didn't attack the "falling star," but rather gently enveloped it. Faced with this energy of understanding and resonance, the weapon of destruction actually began to disintegrate, like ice melting in the sun.

"This is impossible!" Qu Beichen showed a shocked expression for the first time, "This is... the ultimate secret of ancient civilization..."

Even more astonishingly, this energy continued to spread, gently sweeping across the battlefield. Wounded soldiers found their wounds healing, damaged ships began to repair themselves, and even the spatial rifts in the star field were slowly closing.

Xing Lan suddenly whispered, "I understand... The Heart Crown was never a weapon. It represents understanding, resonance, and the spark that keeps civilization going."

When the light finally faded, an eerie silence descended upon the battlefield. The federal soldiers dropped their weapons in a daze, as if awakening from a nightmare. Even Qu Beichen froze in place, his face etched with confusion and bewilderment.

Wen Ling's holographic projection grew more solid, almost indistinguishable from a real person. Miao Weizhen's deep brown eyes shone with unprecedented clarity. And Xinglan, her long silver hair fluttering gently in the breeze, her materialized form stable and real.

At this moment, exciting news came from various star regions:

"The federal garrison surrenders voluntarily!"

"Multiple planets have announced their joining of the Restoration Alliance!"

"The Bundestag calls for an armistice!"

This battle ended in a way that was beyond everyone's expectations, not through conquest by force, but through the depth of understanding and the breadth of resonance.

When the three walked out of the ruined hall, they saw not a devastated battlefield, but the hope of rebirth. The surviving soldiers spontaneously lined up to salute, and even their former enemies bowed their heads.

In the starry sky, the flags of the nine countries are flying again.

This time, they are not united for the purpose of confrontation, but for a more noble ideal—

Rebuild that once glorious ancient civilization.

Under the starlight, Wen Ling asked softly, "Did we succeed?"

Miao Weizhen held his hand, his dark brown eyes reflecting the bright stars: "We have just begun."

Volume 3: "The Remnant Echoes of Luofeng", End.