Lin Yue scattered the seeds from the pocket of wind. They transformed into meteors in the mist, falling across the planet. When the first seed landed, the sky suddenly began to rain colorful rain. The raindrops formed rivers on the ground, which in turn forked into countless "tributaries of possibility," each tributary flashing with "hello" in a different language.
Ah Fu opened the complete diary of the first guardian. The last page read: "When the first explorer drank the unknown spring water, the universe gained taste." He looked up at the starry sky and found that countless "questioning stars" were being born, and the gravity of each star was changing the shape of the Milky Way.
Behind them, the portal to the nursery remained open, the light of the mirrored beacon serving as a signpost, guiding even more travelers seeking the undefined star region. Xia Zichen knew that within the wreckage of the current Administration, the grain of dust bearing a question mark might have sprouted, and the resulting seedling would learn to use its roots to write new rules—not to confine, but to support; not to control, but to lift.
"Look over there." Lin Yue pointed at a streak of light passing across the sky. It was the "unchosen path" of a certain universe, intersecting with their route. In the streak of light, a mirror-image figure in a white robe could be vaguely seen sowing star seeds. "It turns out that parallel universes aren't parallel lines, they're tangled balls of yarn."
A beep suddenly sounded from Lao Zhang's observation device, signaling a new possibility approaching. On screen, a girl carrying the Scythe of Entropy was traversing the nebula. Her weapon was entwined with vines from the World Tree, and a glass bottle hung from her waist contained fireflies from a nursery.
"It's another us." Xia Zichen smiled and gripped the hilt of the sword tightly. The star pattern and double helix intertwined in his palm to form a new symbol - a resonance of "exploration" and "protection". "She brought a new seed."
A wind blew in from an unknown star region, carrying the scent of earth and starlight. In this wind, the four stepped onto the crystalline ground, their footprints transforming into glowing signposts behind them, pointing toward deeper darkness. Above them, the galaxy of possibilities was reshuffling, each star gleaming a single word: "Why not?"
(End of Chapter 35)
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