The Milky Way is a fragment of the universe that humans look up to. Only when you are actually in the Milky Way do you realize that the Milky Way, which is scattered across the sky, is still a condensed version of itself.
If this galaxy is nearly circular, it would take Chang Le much longer to travel from one point back to the other than she had anticipated.
Because the homeland she longed to return to no longer exists.
The aged, crimson star still rotates alone, its energy now dozens of times more surging and unstable than before its journey. Even though Chang Le has transcended the realm of humanity, it still cannot approach it, nor can it contend with the energy on the scale of a galaxy.
She circled the red star, almost a complete loop, but still couldn't find the blue planet that should have been there.
There was only a dim, murky gray-blue and reddish-brown planet, completely shrouded in thick dust, almost devoid of light. Only on the side facing the crimson star could one see a jumble of lines and patches of color.
In one spot, Chang Le caught a glimpse of light, the energy flowing freely, confirming that the source of the light was one of the location markers she had left behind.
In an instant, Chang Le arrived at that place.
The mountains collapsed and were mostly covered by dried-up magma. The icy seas of the north, along with piles of discarded metal fragments, surged in, piling up like garbage mountains.
Amidst countless pieces of waste, a dilapidated old building remains, its once gleaming gold now dulled by dust and chemical reactions with the seawater.
Only at the top of the remaining main building frame, a tilted bronze sword, gleaming with an undying golden hue, stands out as the only bright spot amidst the devastation.
That was a bronze sword gifted to Chang Le by the region. The golden color was a dragon scale, a dragon scale imbued with Chang Le's energy, used to protect the Golden Palace and the Dragon Tomb Secret Realm.
Therefore, the completely unfamiliar ruins before us, the scorched and deep red earth, and the filthy icy sea, were once the Golden Palace of Qianyuan Mountain, the Ninth District Dragon Sect.
Chang Le activated the Dragon Ball that had been dormant in his heart for a long time, and the ruins suddenly trembled.
Before long, an ancient shrine bathed in golden light rose from the ground.
Even though it has been shrunk by thousands of times, the main parts such as the bronze archway in front and the central Kyushu are still clearly visible, and the whole building still exudes a magnificent and majestic aura.
This is the well-preserved [Dragon Tomb Secret Realm].
When he embarked on his last journey, which he might never return from, three hundred years had already passed since the shadow of the calamity fell.
When he left, Chang Le took the mysterious realm he created with him in the [Space] token, but sealed the ashes and souls of the people he once cared about in the Dragon Tomb Secret Realm, and hid the secret realm on this star.
The vast majority of energy on the dragon scales serves two purposes: first, it ensures that the Dragon Tomb Secret Realm will not be destroyed unless there is an astrophysical catastrophe; second, in the event of a devastating crisis, Chang Le can sense it even if he is on the other side of the universe.
The Dragon Tomb has survived, but the Golden Palace has been destroyed.
It's not just the Golden Palace.
Looking around, the dilapidated ruins stretched as far as the eye could see, and a deathly silence enveloped the mountains and fields, devoid of any life.
Standing amidst the ruins, the sunlight overhead pierces the thin atmosphere, scorching the skin, while the surrounding stillness easily disorients one, causing a loss of true perception.
This star, along with the civilization that once lived on it, is dead.
She may have spent more than a thousand or ten thousand years in the Milky Way.
Chang Le sat down, with the ancient bronze sword beside him that once retained a trace of the Heavenly Dao's fortune, but now it was covered in rust and stuck diagonally in the ruins, devoid of any spiritual energy.
Now, she is all alone, whether it is the vast gray-blue sea or the land covered with magma rocks.
Chang Le sat on the ruins, as silent as that ancient bronze sword.
Only the whistling wind rushed through the gaps in the ruins, carrying with it the heavy, filthy aura of death, thick with the smell of metal and blood, before finally sweeping past, lifting her long, snow-white hair, and causing her to fall palely to the ground.
Everything is gone.
The person is not here.
All living beings are gone.
There are no traces left.
Her homeland is dead.
Chang Le sighed, but no more white vapor, belonging to humans, escaped from his lips.
She was already dead—the last person in this world was already dead.
Of course, there's no need to be so pessimistic.
On the way here, Chang Le saw the Flame Star, littered with countless metallic remnants, and the fragments of abandoned but drifting probes orbiting the crimson star, sensing the distant traces left at the edge of the star...
So, although the star has indeed died, the civilization she was born, grew, protected, and cherished may still be shining brightly somewhere in the galaxy.
But she will never see it again.
Her past has been buried along with the death of the stars—all the familiar people are dead, and all the familiar things no longer exist;
Her future is no longer related to the civilization that left this homeland.
After Lu Yanhuai's death, he began to wander, and after guarding for three hundred years, he left completely. Now, he has measured the past time in human terms.
She has been gone for far too long, and now that she has returned, she will never leave again.
Chang Le sat on the ruins for seven days, his last seven days.
For seven days, neither wind, rain, frost, scorching sun, nor dust could invade her. Only the deathly silence of the ruins and the desolation of the world became a tangible gray-white, enveloping her and never dissipating.
Seven days later, in the darkness behind the sun, Chang Le moved.
She absorbed the only light—the dragon scale—into her body, and then took something out from between her eyebrows.
She opened her palm, and a shimmering green light grew into a small tree, radiating a soft glow from her palm.
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