Finally, the cha entered the Star Harbor in space, where the long-waiting Burning New Departnt's escort team surrounded and protected Tilan.
"Please follow us, Lord Tilan." A female officer led Tilan to the dical center within the Star Harbor.
"We need to imdiately examine and treat Princess Prin." Upon arrival, she, along with several mbers of the Fire Lotus Faction, looked at Tilan.
"Alright, I'll leave it to you, but I will also stay by the side to prevent any accidents." It wasn't just the Fire Lotus Faction concerned about accidents; she also felt uneasy.
Tilan's request sparked a brief discussion, and soon the leading mbers of the Fire Lotus Faction reached a consensus.
"That's fine, you can stay by the side." Since Tilan safely brought back Prin, she was deed trustworthy.
The dical examination quickly comnced, with several Master Level professional doctors beginning to rescue and treat Prin.
Sitting beside the hospital room, Tilan lightly supported her forehead with one hand and began sorting through the sowhat chaotic mories in her mind.
Now, perhaps she shouldn't be called Tilan, but rather the personality fused from Temisia and Hexia, though with Hexia's psychic consciousness being stronger after awakening, Hexia naturally took the lead, as Temisia only lived for 18 years, while Hexia had experienced more years.
It's a bit chaotic. Sister's past experiences were quite ordinary.
Previously, Tilan had harbored a special expectation and fantasy about Temisia's life, believing it to be always better than imagined. But now, understanding Temisia's short life, she realized it wasn't as magical as she had thought.
People often magnify things they neither understand nor admire in their fantasies until one day they truly understand the reality, thus demystifying them.
The past worries didn't materialize, and even after the fusion, there wasn't a significant shift in her personality; perhaps because Hexia's personality had evolved to a point with few weaknesses. When the last bit of hesitation vanished, she could face everything calmly.
After organizing Temisia's mories, Hexia noticed other unfamiliar mories in her mind, which clearly didn't belong to the two sisters but seed more like ti fragnts wandering in the Galaxy Universe for a long ti.
These fragnts of ti originated from various sources, possibly from intense emotional disturbances in a region with a large number of intelligent beings, or perhaps lingering on an ancient object, preserving so scenes the object experienced, much like the ancient cha she saw in the northern part of the Jade Skirt.
Gathered from the End of the Fifth Epoch to the present, these ti fragnts, though scattered, vaguely pieced together the various changes since the Federation's establishnt, and the scenes of battles between the Black Sun during the end of the Fifth Epoch.
In this way, the π chanical Council was actually successful back then. Its mbers had already mastered the power of the Black Sun, using it to defeat many other Black Suns, firmly securing a place between the galaxies, and if given more ti to nurture new Black Suns, they might form a new chanical Council centered around multiple Black Suns.
But such a plan was rejected by Hephaestymo, who didn't believe it was the right path.
After becoming a Black Sun, although retaining past mories and disposition, with the passage of ti, the humanity in the Black Sun's personality would gradually dissipate until completely transforming into truly apathetic and unfeeling deities.
This was unavoidable; the birth of humanity is nourished in human societal life in human form. Departing from such an environnt is like a fish leaving water, inevitably becoming another kind of creature.
Turning into another kind of creature isn't necessarily bad for an individual, but for an entire civilization, it amounts to suicide.
After the Black Sun path beca apparent in the Fifth Epoch, continuously iterating and evolving, the final endpoint was a few Black Sun individuals replacing billions of humans to beco the core of civilization. Even though there would still be hundreds of trillions of Favored Newborn Races alive at that ti, life without self is no different from tools, bringing no new changes or new matters.
Such an ending was clearly wrong, so Hephaestymo stopped at the last mont.
But by that ti, there was no turning back. He couldn't be sure if future humans could find a better evolutionary path, thus packaging the diverse forces he had acquired and making an agreent with Loranshia, granting a millennium for judgnt.
If this era remained corrupt with no signs of Hope, everything would be reset, returning to an era led by many Suns.
If this era's humans presented a satisfying answer, then Hexia would be the gift of the new era, bringing a new advancent with her strength.
"But now, this era is neither so despairing nor so beautiful." The young girl softly replied.
"However, let try, attempt to change it in my way."
"Just like constantly refining an unfinished painting, saring my colors and lines over it."
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