The point of light began to move, leaving a slender tail, like the first spark of starlight at the beginning of the universe. Where it passed, it left behind fine stardust, which slowly rotated, gathered, and gradually formed a hazy nebula.
Han Feng's expression remained unchanged. He watched the nebula collapse, rotate, and split apart as if observing a silent play that had nothing to do with him. Some distant instinct told him that this scene should have been breathtaking, but he couldn't even feel that emotion of "breathtakingness."
The nebula continued to evolve. In some regions, the density increased, and nuclear fusion reactions began—stars were born. One, two, ten... Soon, the entire field of vision was filled with dazzling stars. They formed a spiral galaxy, rotating slowly and solemnly.
(This sounds so familiar...)
This thought lingered a little longer than before. Han Feng's unfocused pupils contracted slightly, but quickly returned to normal. The galaxy continued to expand, some stars reaching the end of their lives, scattering heavy element dust in supernova explosions, and this dust gave birth to new planetary systems.
The entire evolutionary history of the universe played out in fast-forward before Han Feng's eyes. He simply watched, like an observer sealed in crystal.
until--
A particularly bright star suddenly veered off course and flew towards him. The instant it struck his forehead, Han Feng's eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly.
The fragmented images flooded in like a torrent:
His mother hummed a lullaby out of tune, gently patting his back; his father cupped his small hand in his rough, large hand, teaching him to write his first word; the curve of Liu Mengran's hair as she turned her head, and the tiny beauty mark at the corner of her eye; Su Wanwan's guilty expression as she secretly poured the awful-tasting medicine into the flowerpot; the piety in Dongfang Wantang's eyes when she first called him "Star Lord"...
Every scene was imbued with a vivid sense of temperature, smell, and touch. Han Feng's numb nerve endings began to tingle, like frostbitten hands and feet suddenly coming into contact with hot water.
(pain......)
This sensation stunned him. Pain meant that his senses were returning.
The galaxy continued to revolve, but some stars began to fly towards him. With each contact, more memories were awakened: the joy of first using the power of the stars, the anger when Mu Xiaoxiao pierced his chest, the meaningful look in Jue Li's eyes before he vanished...
In the real world, the star platform suddenly shone brightly. The three women stood up at the same time, and saw that the blue light on Han Feng's chest had become rhythmic, alternating between light and dark like breathing.
"His finger moved!" Su Wanwan screamed.
Indeed, Han Feng's right index finger was twitching slightly. This subtle movement prompted Yu Die to immediately initiate a full scan: "Brainwave activity surges! Notify General Lin immediately!"
Within his consciousness, Han Feng slowly raised his hand and touched a passing star. This star didn't merge with him as before, but instead hovered above his palm, rotating and projecting a completely new memory—
It was a scene he had never seen before: an infant was placed in the center of a star chart, surrounded by seven figures whose faces he could not see, chanting. Starlight gradually lit up on the infant's chest, eventually coalescing into the shape of an adult.
(Is this me?)
Han Feng's lips parted slightly. In the real world, this movement would manifest as a change in the rhythm of the ventilator, immediately prompting a flurry of activity from the medical team.
"The energy reading has exceeded the critical value!" Yu Die stared at the instrument, her voice trembling. "It's...self-reorganizing?"
The stone pillars of the Star Platform began to vibrate at a high frequency, and the runes on them detached from their physical form and floated into the air, forming a three-dimensional star map. Even Dongfang Lin was shocked by this sight: "How could the Star Platform undergo such a change?! How is this possible...?"
Deep within his consciousness, Han Feng had already stood up—the concept of "standing" was meaningless in zero gravity, but he had indeed changed his posture. More and more stars converged on him, forming a vortex around him. Each star brought a fragment of memory, some his own, others eerily unfamiliar.
(These are... the memories of the Star Soul Masters throughout history?)
At the center of the vortex, Han Feng's eyes gradually regained their light. When he finally remembered his name, the entire galaxy lit up simultaneously, countless starlight converging into a torrent that surged towards his heart—
Han Feng stood in the void. The first star that merged into his chest brought ripples of memories, and at this moment, thousands upon thousands of stars were surging towards him, each one flashing with light at a different frequency, like the most spectacular meteor shower in the universe.
(This is......)
The first memory overwhelmed him like a tidal wave:
An elderly man with white hair sat alone in the void, the shattered remains of a planet behind him. Three eerie blue crystal spears were embedded in his chest, his blood congealing into floating beads in the zero-gravity environment. The old man trembled as he formed hand seals, channeling his life's cultivation into a suspended star mirror.
"Latercomers..." the old man's voice echoed through time and space, "Remember... star trails cannot... be held fast..."
The image shattered, and another star appeared in quick succession—
A spirited young woman stood before a sea of ships, holding a star on the verge of exploding in one hand. Her armor was shattered, and her right eye was a bloody hole, yet she laughed wildly and arrogantly.
"You scum of the Dark Crystal Clan!" The girl hurled the star like a cannonball. "Taste the sun!"
In the blaze of the star's explosion, the girl's figure gradually dissipated into starlight. In her final moments, she turned her head and "looked" in the direction of Han Feng, her lips parting slightly:
"See the scenery of the Supreme Realm for me..."
The memories shift, and this time the twin brothers stand back to back atop the star ring. The younger brother's chest has been pierced, but the older brother forcibly merges their star mirrors, unleashing a cataclysmic energy storm.
"Brother! Are you crazy? This will make us all—"
"It's better than total annihilation." The older brother pressed down on his younger brother's shoulder. "Remember, next time... try changing the course of the star chart..."
Countless fragments of memory flashed by like a revolving lantern: an aging Star Soul Master passing on his legacy to his young granddaughter; a severely wounded warrior setting a suicide trap in an asteroid belt; and even a non-human Star Soul Master—one of the successors was actually a living star that had developed consciousness...
Every scene was accompanied by death and inheritance, with each Star Soul Master pouring their hope into the Star Mirror in their final moments. Han Feng witnessed their attempts to break through to the Supreme Realm: some compressed all the power of their stars to the limit, some tried to reverse the operation of the Star Chart, and one mad senior even tried to devour a black hole to break through the limit... But without exception, they all failed at the last moment.
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