Alien Hotel.

Chapter 447 Bloom
The truth finally came to light.

In the space filled with magnificent crystal curtains, Yu Sheng let out a soft breath.

He noticed that the crystal-like "veils" around him had become much dimmer than before, and a discordant "noise" was faintly heard all around.

Yun Qingzi seemed oblivious to these changes. He stood there with a slight smile, looking exceptionally relaxed—a sense of relief as if a thousand-year burden had finally been lifted. Apart from that burden, everything else in the world held no meaning for him, so much so that every minute and every breath he took now brought him only comfort.

Yu Sheng then asked one last question about the other party's plan: "What will happen if it fails?"

Yun Qingzi remained silent for a moment.

"You lured the celestial body to the Void Spiritual Pivot, intending to use the planet's 'anomaly' to kill it, but have you considered that the Dark Angel's vitality is extremely strong—it may not die immediately, and this process could even last for years, then..."

Yun Qingzi nodded slightly: "Many people will die."

Yu Sheng: "..."

"As I've said before, this method is reckless and inherently prone to failure. However, at the time, I had no other options. Compared to others, this was at least the only viable path—and regardless, once the Star Derivative Body takes root on the Void Spiritual Pivot, it will have no chance to leave. The energy required for reorganization and ascension is astonishing, and it receives no replenishment on this planet. As long as the Void Spiritual Pivot can hold out for some time, the world will be permanently free of a scourge. As for the cost…"

Yun Qingzi paused for a moment, then suddenly grinned.

"Over the years, I have been integrated with the Star Derivation Body. Although many things were not of my own volition, I am already a heinous criminal in terms of the outcome. Anyway, I will be infamous for ten thousand years after the 'Falling Star,' so what difference does a little more suffering make?"

Yu Sheng was a little surprised by the old man's reaction, but he quickly realized what was going on and shook his head with a complex feeling that he couldn't quite explain: "That's right, you even took my life."

Yun Qingzi's expression stiffened for a moment, then he cupped his hands in a complicated gesture towards Sheng: "To be honest, you really startled me back then, fellow Daoist. Besides, I do owe you..."

"Let's not talk about whether we owe each other or not," Yu Sheng interrupted him directly with a wave of his hand. "After all, you were fused with the Star-Evolving Body at the time, and most of your thoughts were influenced by that 'Dark Angel,' so the specific responsibility is unclear—and my life isn't worth much anyway."

Yun Qingzi listened to Yu Sheng's words in a daze, her expression changing several times. All her feelings of emotion and confusion finally turned into a sigh of relief.

His figure flickered a few times between the crystal curtains, becoming slightly dimmer along with the surrounding environment.

"There are still too many things in this world that we can't understand. The pursuit of the Dao is endless, what a pity..." the old man sighed, but then shook his head with a smile. "So be it. At least now I don't have to take that risky move. Fellow Daoist, the calamity of the Star-Evolving Body has been resolved in your hands."

Yu Sheng's expression was grave: "Your condition..."

“What state could I possibly be in?” Yun Qingzi still smiled. “The Star-Deriving Body is truly ‘dead’ this time—I have long since become part of this wandering, lonely species, and naturally I will follow it. In fact, this moment should have come when I left Shuji, but I was thinking…”

He slowly stopped, turned around, and looked out at the vast space through the hazy veil, and behind the layers of defenses, at the distant and shining Taixu Lingshu.

"I was thinking of coming back to visit."

The old man's figure dimmed further, and then all parts of his body began to flicker slightly, as if there was a bad signal.

It was only at this moment that Yu Sheng suddenly realized that it was not actually a complete "figure" at all.

The Yun Qingzi before him was actually just an image formed by the superimposed projection of a large amount of illusory light refracted from various angles by countless crystal "veils" around him. Yun Qingzi, who had been teleported here from Shuji, could no longer even maintain a spiritual body.

Yu Sheng reached out his hand, but before he could speak, Yun Qingzi, who had her back to him, had already taken a step into the vast expanse of space.

After one step, the old man's figure disappeared into a rippling crystal curtain.

The next second, the entire space began to shake violently. The crystalline veil filling his vision instantly fell into chaotic flickering, and then all the flickering light and shadow rapidly collapsed. Yu Sheng felt himself being violently "pushed" away by an irresistible force. In the instant his vision was rapidly ripped away from this strange space, he felt as if he had passed through a chaotic rift of light and shadow—

That mother star, shimmering in the sunlight, bathed in sunlight, with its majestic, mountain-like crystalline vines and leaves, that lush garden, the noisy little creatures, all those interesting things, thoughts, perceptions, observations, discoveries, creations, those stars that fell from the sky, that seed, that darkness… The final memories of the celestial body swept through the cracks of light and shadow like gushing bubbles, and in the blink of an eye, at the end of time, they turned into countless faded fragments. Yu Sheng fell into reality from the cracks, opening his eyes in the dimness.

The wreckage of the fortress torpedo was stuck between cold crystalline branches, with faint flames leaping from the torn body. The crystalline material twisted and tangled, and between the crystalline tendrils, the stars were cold and the deep space was dark.

Yu Sheng looked down and saw that his body was covered in wounds, pierced by a sharp crystal branch. Blood soaked into the branch and then dissipated into space, turning into tiny ice crystals that floated around him.

Those gray-black crystal tentacles were silently disintegrating in the vacuum. There was no sound in space, but Yu Sheng seemed to be able to hear the sound of the seed tearing apart little by little.

He slowly closed his eyes in the darkness, listening to the tiny tearing sounds, the fragmented and faint noises coming from the core of the celestial body, sensing yet another loss of life, and feeling his blood gradually cooling.

After an unknown amount of time, he sighed softly to himself.

The next second, his body turned into ashes on its own, and countless ashes, guided by his consciousness, drifted into the depths of the celestial body's remains, then swept up and seeped into those gray-black crystals.

In the vast expanse of space, a faint light flashed.

At a key node of the Taixu Spiritual Pivot defense line, an alarm suddenly sounded on the large immortal ship "Tai'a." The cultivator responsible for monitoring the movements of the "Dark Angel" shouted a warning: "Report—the 'Star Derivation Body' is heating up! There are signs of activation!"

Alarms blared everywhere, and everyone tensed up instantly. The cultivators hurriedly took their posts, but Yuanling Zhenren, who was standing in front of the star chart platform, simply raised his head without saying a word and quietly looked at the dark shadow in space.

Under his gaze, a patch of pure white light and shadow suddenly bloomed from the gray-black crystalline "vines".

Then, in an instant, the phantom-like whiteness suddenly expanded—magnificent crystal vines grew wildly from the seeds, and plant structures larger than mountains spread rampantly in space. Within a few breaths, it transformed into a cluster of dazzling crystals resembling a new star. Then, within a few more breaths, countless crystalline leaves and enormous flowers that could almost be described as "magnificent" bloomed and blossomed on that crystal cluster!

More majestic than mountains, more expansive than oceans, the crystalline flowers bloomed wildly in the dark, cold space. The brilliant sunlight of a foreign land spilled across this sea of ​​pure white, dazzling flowers and leaves, as if igniting a brilliant and fierce flame in space. The shimmering light reflected from the crystal clusters even illuminated the night sky above the Taixu Spiritual Pivot, causing the pure white radiance to flow and spread along the boundary between dawn and dusk—

Then, within a few breaths, the sea of ​​crystalline flowers, like a new star, suddenly lost all its luster, shattering silently in space like a popped soap bubble.

The crystal clusters transformed into countless fragments of varying sizes, which in the blink of an eye turned into weightless and intangible phantom dust. The tiny crystalline fragments evaporated instantly in the sunlight, all as fast as a dream that was too fleeting to be remembered in the early morning.

Several celestial ships activated their cannons in response to the emergency. Several blazing orbs of light pierced the darkness, but they only had time to pass through the scattered light dust. Before the weapon systems of the other celestial ships could react, the "new star" that had bloomed so fiercely and withered in an instant had already disappeared from the orbit of the Taixu Spiritual Pivot.

Even the core mass of gray-black "ascended body" remains was completely reduced to ashes in this violent eruption.

The cultivators on the celestial ship stared in astonishment at the scene in space. They looked at each other blankly, then discussed the situation in hushed tones with tension and unease. Some rushed to the star chart platform of the "Tai'a" ship to ask the sect leader and deputy sect leader how to deal with the situation. Other cultivators stepped forward to report that they could no longer track the signal of the celestial body—even the gravitational response that a physical entity should have had disappeared.

Yuan Ling and Yuan Hao Zhenren seemed to ignore the sounds around them. They simply waved to the uneasy disciples of the sect, and then their gazes fell on the Lingxi Platform not far away.

The triangular emblem of the "Otherworldly Inn" floated in the illusory projection above the Lingxi Platform, but there was only silence on the communication channel.

After an unknown amount of time, just as Xuan Che's expression began to show some unease, the triangular emblem suddenly trembled, and then Yu Sheng's calm voice came through the communication channel—

"Angels have fallen."

After a brief silence and pause, cheers erupted!
Even the tense Yuanling Zhenren instantly relaxed. Amid the cheers of the surrounding disciples, he let out a long sigh of relief, then raised his head and looked outside the misty shield.

The mother planet hangs safely high in the sky.

"Announce to the entire realm: An angel has fallen!"

(End of this chapter)