Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

“Looking out from here, I was drawn to the light behind the curtain, and I was convinced that it was the Enlightenment that guides us to the land of our dreams.”

"But many years later, when I returned to this place as the head of the Oak family, I learned that behind that light was a star core."

Walter crossed his arms and looked at him quietly. "What are you planning to do this time you're returning to the stage?"

"In preparation for departure."

Sunday sideways:

"I have always believed that a person's starting point should be their ending point."

Have you ever seen an elderly person die peacefully in their sleep?

"When life comes to an end, they often raise their hands and stretch them out into the void, just like a newborn baby whose first posture is also with arms raised..."

"At the moment of birth and at the moment of death, mankind has twice taken flight, traversing the beginning and the end of its journey."

"So that I may be able to spread my wings and fly again..."

"Stop, stop, that's enough."

Vanvik interrupted Sunday's speech.

He took two steps forward, put his hands on his hips, and said sarcastically:

"Honestly, I'm really annoyed by the way you talk."

"Why make something as simple as a conversation sound like a thesis? With all the metaphors and elaborate rhetoric..."

"Isn't this tiring?"

The next moment, Wanweike transformed into Sunday's appearance, wearing the family head's robes he once wore.

He grinned, his voice exactly the same as Sunday's.

"I really hate this face; it's like it can't even express itself."

Walter observed the two and discovered that, apart from their different clothes, the Sunday 'celestial halo' had also appeared on Vanwick.

"I see."

Walter pushed up his glasses.

"That's why your appearance is a little strange."

Chapter 1130 Are you really getting on the bus?

"boom--!!"

In an instant, the entire dream world was violently shaken.

The Huichangshi ship swayed and rocked, and Yan Huan and March 7 quickly leaned out the window to look outside.

"What the hell? Someone detonated a bomb in Pinocchio?"

At this moment, Yan Huan was bored out of her mind, so she immediately picked up her spiked club and wanted to go out.

"Hey, wait a minute..."

On March 7th, he looked out the window, his pupils fixed on the Pinocchio Theatre higher above.

"The tremor just now seemed to come from the theater. Could it be that the family is rehearsing?"

"...Rehearsal? Someone rehearsed a fart and blew up the theater?"

Yan Huan held the spiked club in her hand and shook it, then slung it over her shoulder.

"I think it's just that Japanese pirates are trying to seize our land again!"

"Come on, let's take a look at the ingredients."

The two quickly walked out of the guest room, and at the corner of the corridor, Himeko happened to be walking towards them.

"Ok?"

"You want to go out?"

"Himeko-neechan, you felt the tremor just now, didn't you?" March Seven asked seriously.

"Let's go see what's going on. Maybe the dream has been attacked again."

"No need, you all stay put. Walter has already explained it to me."

Himeko said calmly:

"Miss Yukong and Miss Tingyun are leaving. Let's go to the hotel in reality to see them off."

……

Shortly after.

Inside the observation carriage of the Starry Sky Train.

Walter sat here on Sunday.

"Thank you for your companionship, Mr. Walter."

"My farewell journey has come to an end."

"So, why did you suddenly come here?" Walter sat opposite Sunday, picked up the teapot, and poured a cup of tea for himself and the man opposite him.

“Now that things have come to this, there’s no need to hide anything from you anymore.” Sunday accepted the tea with both hands, his expression serious.

"I believe there's more to the story than meets the eye regarding the Pinocone star core."

"What do you mean?"

Walter stared at Sunday and immediately became serious.

On this Sunday, the celestial rings had reappeared behind them.

"You mean, the one manipulating the star core isn't the Dream Master?"

"Please don't worry." Sunday shook his head gently, took a sip of tea, and put the teacup down.

"The mastermind behind this turmoil—the usurpation of the Star Core and the resurrection of the dead Star God under the guise of the Harmonious Music Ceremony—is indeed the Oak family. You have all defeated the mastermind behind this."

“But Mr. Gopher once told me…”

"Everything the current order does is to prevent the recurrence of the mistakes of harmony."

"It seems that the family in the Montor system must be involved."

Sunday, with a wistful gaze.

Unfortunately, centuries have passed, and this matter can no longer be verified.

“Pinocone is, after all, just a small territory. Even though the heads of the families are the administrators, they have no right to set foot in the Holy Land of Harmony and inquire about the true meaning of God.”

"Even in the worst-case scenario, if Hipper turns a blind eye to this, what's the point of talking about the strong helping the weak?"

“Mr. Walter, there is only one thing I want to tell you.”

He looked serious on Sunday.

"Harmony has more than one facet; it can be the Star Train's most steadfast ally or its most formidable enemy."

"..."

Walter nodded slightly:

"Thank you for your candor."

"The train crew did their best to achieve the current situation out of the same concerns."

"After the previous battle, the situation of the Grand Event Star will be one of harmony, mutual protection and checks and balances, and joint supervision."

"With the help of pioneers, more forces will come here, and Pinocone will gradually become a public area in the galaxy."

"Freedom—that's the only answer the anonymous person can give, and I'm glad Pinocini needs it."

Sunday was very impressed with Walter's explanation and nodded slightly.

“Even if our motivations are different, you are all on the same path of saving the world and bringing peace to the people, and you have gone further than I have.”

"If it weren't for fate, perhaps we wouldn't have ended up as adversaries."

"There's no need to belittle yourself," Walter said frankly. "We're not irreconcilable enemies."

“Yes.” Sunday readily agreed.

"You have all given me a lot of inspiration. Human beings are the measure of all things, and no one is the only savior."

"Creating a paradise remains my lifelong dream, but on the journey ahead, I must build it brick by brick."

"So, I have a request that's hard to say..."

He suddenly stood up on Sunday.

"I certainly do not possess the will to explore, nor can I become a true anonymous visitor."

"But I admire your beliefs. Perhaps what I need more than asceticism is to pursue knowledge."

"So, after leaving Pinocchio, could you allow me... to board the Star Train and travel with you all for the time being?"

……

Half an hour passed.

Yan Huan stood in the observation car, staring blankly at Sunday in front of her.

"???"

"No, he really wants to get on the bus."

“Hmm.” Walter looked at Yan Huan, March 7th, Himeko, and Dan Heng, and explained:

"Mr. Sunday hopes to travel with the train."

"Obviously, I shouldn't have made this decision on my own."

Himeko looked at Walter and smiled calmly, "But if you hadn't supported him, he wouldn't be on the train right now."

"Walter, I trust your judgment."