However, unlike Ores back in those days, now she has control over the entire process herself. If she really can't hold on, she can imdiately stop the process, forcibly disengaging her ntal consciousness from the Throne System.
But with her strong-willed personality, she would never allow herself to give up so sullenly and cowardly. It would be as painful as death. Even though her mind was on the brink of collapse, Prin kept biting her teeth and persevered.
Countless voices reverberated in her mind like an illusion. For a mont, she saw mory images of tens of millions of people, each scene being the most unforgettable mory of the parties involved. Every emotion was so intense and uncontainable, each having its thoughts and impulses, hard to control.
"Enough! You bunch of idiots!" Flas without form ignited in her pupils as if at the sa mont, that illusory fla swept through the entire hall, and everything started to distort and deform in the heat.
Many of the song festival singers and priests on site, like Prin Coco, practiced professions related to fire. That's how they could barely sustain themselves in the sea of fire. However, they were also in unbearable pain at the mont, fearing they couldn't hold on for too long, and once they collapsed, the entire Throne System would disintegrate.
The invisible flas scorched both body and will, almost lting the person's spirit. Under the dual tornt of this pain, people began to collapse on the spot, falling to the ground, with flas igniting on their bodies.
Every second felt as long as a year at this mont. So people's faces twisted in pain, while others were on the verge of collapse.
Fortunately, during the most difficult mont, a turnaround occurred. Perhaps the invisible fla wasn't just aid at them, but also at the gathered ntal torrents. Through the burning and dissolving of this fiery cleansing, despite Prin Coco's body feeling extre pain, the ntal pressure miraculously reduced slightly, restoring her confidence and determination.
Indeed, as ti passed, although the people present were still suffering, it wasn't as extre as initially, and they slowly reached a bearable range. By this ti, the Throne System finally began to stabilize slowly.
Outside the 'World Tree' residing star, the magnificent crown woven with strands of red haze began to take shape step by step.
The crimson cot fell like tears of a divine entity into this world, gradually tearing apart the pale blue sky.
The atmosphere gradually dissipated, and the dark outer space began to enter the view of the residents below. In this vast and pitch-black starry sky, the only burning crimson crown emitted a faint halo, illuminating this enclosed ancient world.
Like a sunset reflection, the rays of red haze filled this world, with countless ssages also explored by this magnificent Solar Crown.
'Found you.' Prin Coco opened her eyes.
The crimson cot streaking across the sky rushed toward the core area of the World Tree, easily shattering the massive shield protecting the planet and tearing apart the magnificent barrier guarding the World Tree, bringing all sorts of shattered sparks and flares along the way, constantly nearing its target.
In the depths of the underground base a35, many people watched the radar projection's scene in despair. Even if they were unwilling to abandon Evelyn, they were powerless at this mont.
The white-veiled figure on the throne lifted her head, watching as the crimson expanded in her pupils. Her eyes seed filled with sadness, and also relief.
Let it end like this, it was all her weakness and faults...
...
Perhaps Evelyn's story should end here, but not everyone accepted this outco.
In the hall, soone suddenly took action, bursting through the protectors around Evelyn at this desperate ti, grabbing the delicate songstress and carrying her away.
"Guard!" soone shouted nervously, as so barely reacted at that mont, beginning to pursue them.
Even if Evelyn was no longer the core of the Federation, her guards were still formidable, among them top Sequence 7 elites and even several Sequence 8 Grandmaster Level individuals present.
However, everything happened too suddenly, and the Solar Crown rising outside covered the entire planet, suppressing those Top Rank Transcendents, making it difficult for them to react in such an environnt.
This group acted suddenly with extrely clear roles. A small portion left with Evelyn while the rest stayed to block the pursuers. From the start, they acted with a willingness to sacrifice themselves, not considering if they could survive afterward.
Explosive firelights broke apart in the underground base, and various temporary barriers and obstruction doors appeared instantly, making it impossible for those present to approach Evelyn within 5 seconds.
And when they broke through the obstruction, the figure carrying Evelyn had already disappeared at the end of the passage.
Even so, how could they possibly escape under the watchful eyes of the Solar Crown? Nurous people on site shared this thought.
But soon, they witnessed near-miracle scene.
A silver-white star sparkled, rising from the ground, creating large ripples that shattered the space blockade in the atmosphere and rushed out of this planet.
'Trying to escape again?' Prin snorted coldly, feeling their actions seed mocking towards herself.
Originally, she intended to capture them alive, but now they foolishly resisted again, did they really think she was lenient?
The magnificent crown in space emitted so light, and several dazzling golden teors pursued the silver-white star entering the Star Sea. Their speed was beyond imagination, traversing the starry sky like streaks in an instant, surrounding it in no ti.
Golden streams of fire continually poured from the pursuing teors, pressing towards the central silver-white star, continuously compressing the surrounding space, eventually breaking through the solid shell, revealing its outlines.
This should be a highly compressed spaceship, with a total length of no more than ten ters, and Evelyn lay inside it, unconscious, like a princess asleep in a crystal coffin from a fairytale.
As the golden fla teors approached, the miniature spaceship began to ltdown and disintegrate, with debris constantly flying out, while the pure white songstress within remained in slumber.
"The Pure White Star has an uncompromising mission, she shouldn't fall here."
In the ruins on the ground, a group of dark-robed mbers watched the distant shooting stars chasing each other across the sky, praying solemnly, steadfastly believing in their mission to realize the prophesied path.
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