"What is that?" Loran Hill's pupils widened slightly, and the information she heard later made her speak in surprise.
"it turns out……"
At the end of the Winged Sun of God, the remaining five of the Seven Virtues led the remnants to rebuild the devastated Earth. However, after the war between the Sun and the Moon, the organization was severely damaged, and many people within it gradually became disheartened. In this scenario, 'Gentle' Firal landed on the Western Continent with a small group of like-minded people and began to try to create a new race.
Filaer was somewhat disgusted with the existence of his own race. He felt that these lives that had returned from the Sea of Aegeka and were temporarily living in human bodies were some kind of alien creatures, incompatible with this world. They were also gloomy and there was no hope for them. So he and those around him prepared to place their hopes on the next generation, a brand new race.
As if looking at his own unborn daughter, Firaer placed a lot of expectations on the new race, fantasy expectations, and beautiful yearnings, and then slowly the "Wingbeaters" named fairies and the "Singers" named elves were born.
Now it seems that these two races do have a strong fairy-tale feel, and perhaps this is also a reflection of people's disappointment and despair with reality at that time.
Wa and Xing Tian, who were still staying in the east, began the plan to build the dragon vein. This plan was also full of bumps. Many times during the process, members doubted whether it could be realized in the end. But at that time, there seemed to be no better way. Everyone could only continue to complete the construction of the dragon vein slowly by inertia in worry and confusion.
However, at the end of the final construction of the dragon vein, various test results showed that even if it was 100% completed, the independent subspace constructed was just a lingering breath, like a living person walking into a closed tomb to live. Perhaps he has not really died, but it is not much different from death.
The resources and everything in the subspace are limited, far from comparable to the vast universe, and abandoning the outside world and escaping into it is just waiting for death. The reason why I have not given up this plan is just that I want to keep a little memory inside the Sun of the Divine Wings and don't want everyone to fall into the abyss of despair all of a sudden.
It's a pity that the members of the Sun of Divine Wings are not ignorant mortals. These lives that were born from extinction or survived have witnessed the most glorious period of mankind. If the glory of human civilization at that time was like the brightest nebula in the center of the Milky Way, then the human beings now are probably not even as good as a dead meteorite. They are really too small. This huge and despairing gap makes it difficult for countless members to accept and lose their will.
Faced with such despair, Filaer hopes to create a new race without any burden to replace himself. Leluu says that it is enough for humans to pass on their own knowledge and history. Among the remaining three, Lelila doesn't want to give up, Wa often cries, and Xingtian sometimes takes care of Wa and sometimes meditates alone.
Finally, Xingtian and Lelila discussed for many years. At their insistence, Nuwa agreed to fall into a deep sleep and wait for the day when their plan would be completed. Xingtian and Lelila then embarked on an unknown journey to the distant galactic center.
Because they lost the support of the Moon Crown, the members of the Divine Wing Sun of that era could not cross the galaxy, and the holy relic spacecraft built with the fragments of the Moon Crown could only travel at twice the speed of light at most.
"Why do we want to go to the center of the galaxy?" A faint light flashed in the girl's eyes.
"Because there lies the unfinished Crown of Stars, and the primordial wind sleeping within the crown, Loran Hill."
As a relatively special primordial wind among the Four Origins, whether Loran Hill's changeable and adaptable characteristics can be used as a carrier of the Star Crown is a hypothesis and experimentation by humans in the glorious era.
Although the Star Crown was partially completed at that time, there were still many problems. Cause and effect and fate were really illusory things. Perhaps this was also some kind of artificially imposed concept. The world essentially did not have such a concept. There were only equal and objective laws, and no certain connection that humans subjectively believed.
But the overlap of another dimensional universe makes many spiritual concepts become reality. This is the origin of extraordinary power and also represents the possibility of realizing concepts such as cause and effect and destiny.
The Star Crown requires a special carrier, and Loran Hill was the most suitable carrier known and imagined by humans at that time. So when the dimensional tide erupted in Aegeka, Loran Hill was not in the Sun Throne at that time, but left the other three Originals and was transferred to the Star Crown for testing.
Because the Star Crown had not yet risen into the Sea of Aegeka at that time, it avoided the disaster that suddenly broke out on the spot, which allowed Loran Hill to survive. However, due to the impact of the disaster in the Sea of Aegeka, countless people evaporated and died, the network was disrupted, the energy supply was cut off, the super-time and space channel was closed, and the unfinished Star Crown also turned into a dead silence.
This continued until Lelila and Xingtian boarded the spaceship from which there would be no return and headed towards the center of the galaxy.
"They never came back?" the girl asked, lowering her eyes.
"Yes, but not entirely." The tall statue still conveyed a cold voice.
"Since you're here, it means they finally completed their plan and got the spacecraft back home as planned."
[The son in white robe under the green fruit tree]
[The wings are the sword, the wings are the flame]
[Wings are the key to the world]
[Inheritor, please do not cry]
[Years later it will still be yours]
You Will Return Like the Sun
[Earth, Sky, Ocean]
[Illuminated and protected by your wings]
[Someday in the future]
[With everyone]
We will meet again
[Fallen Angel]
The ancient poems are sung again, and the rhythm and scale of angels slowly bloom.
The hymn he had learned in Emenas had predicted everything that would happen tens of thousands of years later. It was not until today that Loranhill realized that the son in white robes was talking about himself.
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