Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"The source of all the tragedy lies within the family."

"If you are willing to trust me, we can find the facts together to corroborate this."

Huang Quan said again:

“Mr. Walter, I think you’ve already come to the same conclusion.”

"..."

Walter was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice:

"...That's enough for now."

"I'll assume for now that you mean no harm."

"The family, as the organizer, must have some problems."

"We can exchange information. It's better to be cautious until we find conclusive evidence."

"Mm." Huang Quan nodded slightly.

The tense atmosphere between the two instantly dissipated.

"...By the way, would you like something to drink?"

Huang Quan looked at the beverage shop not far away and asked Walter:

"Before we set off, how about two 'Awakening from a Dream' drinks? No... four, please."

"Because of the conversation that followed..."

"It will last a long time."

……

the other side.

The real-life Daydream Hotel.

Black Swan stood in Huang Quan's guest room and successfully found the music box that originally belonged to the [Annihilation Gang].

"how so……?"

Huang Quan tried to read the memories on the music box, but found it was all in vain.

"You only have Huang Quan's memories before she took over the music box, what about her memories after that...?"

"...a blank page."

"why?"

The black swan, in Huang Quan's room, was puzzled:

"It is a fact that this music box fell into her hands and was brought to Pinocchio by her."

"I should have memories of this journey, but why... is it blank?"

The black swan closed its eyes again, attempting to access its memories.

"..."

But in the end it was all in vain.

"Could it have been erased?"

The black swan frowned slightly:

Who did this...?

"Could it be Mr. Yan Huan? He also has a similar ability to influence memories."

"No, he shouldn't have any motive..."

Chapter 671 A mute? A mute!

As the black swan pondered, she heard the "rustling" sound once again.

The sound did not originate from inside the room, but rather was generated directly within the Black Swan's brain.

Another voice suddenly rang out.

"Who...are you?" the voice asked haltingly.

"Hmm?" Black Swan was somewhat surprised.

"……This is?"

The black swan surveyed its surroundings, its gaze becoming serious.

The voice spoke again:

"Oh... a Memory Master, do you serve Flowing Light Memory Court, or the Burning Creator?"

"My name is Constantine... It's nice to meet you."

“We should have met in Pinocone and spent an unforgettable time together.”

"whee."

"But that seems impossible."

"The star of the banquet doesn't welcome dahlias, and I don't need a coming-of-age ceremony..."

"And you, I know what you're looking for."

"You want 'her' secret?"

“I can give it to you, and then… enjoy the celebration for me.”

Under the black swan's watchful eye, the voice chuckled softly:

"May you have unforgettable memories."

The next moment, the landline phone next to them rang.

"..."

Black Swan looked at the landline, her gaze wary.

This is Huang Quan's room; the phone call was clearly not made to her.

But inexplicably, the black swan couldn't resist and slowly walked towards the phone...

……

the other side.

Another guest room.

A professional, broadcasting-style male voice delivered a passionate speech:

[...At present, the Interstellar Peace Corporation has officially announced—]

[Under the guidance of the Department of Market Development, Tsigania-IV, and in accordance with the Interstellar Peace Charter, has established an independent and autonomous United Emirates and obtained a legitimate seat at the Interstellar Peace Conference.]

The establishment of the United Arab Emirates was of great historical significance to Tsigania.

[This action puts an end to the planet's long and bloody history, and the horrific 'Katika-Evikin extermination case' will become a distant memory—]

The female announcer continued:

[Tzigania-IV is located in the unclaimed region at the intersection of the Transnistria-Prussian-Danube star system, and its surface climate is known for its extreme harshness.]

The people face the constant threat of impacts from small celestial bodies.

[Therefore, very few intelligent races remain to inhabit this planet.]

[They differentiated into several clans, mostly nomadic, struggling to survive in the arid and rain-scarce deserts, and developing folk beliefs completely independent of the star god system...]

"..."

That concludes the broadcast.

Then a gentle female voice rang out.

In the barren camp, a woman cradled her infant, sobbing as she spoke:

"...Tsigmnia, Tsigmnia."

"The parched eye of the storm, a land forsaken by the gods..."

She was laughing bitterly:

"There are stones but no water, thunder but no rain, blood but no tears."

"You hammered us with falling stars, tempered us with wind and thunder, and chewed us with cracked earth..."

"You gave us the name of honey, yet you placed us under the bitter knife."

"Mother Earth Goddess with Three Eyes, if you can hear me, please open your eyes and look at this child..."

“When you took his father away, my child was still sleeping soundly in the amniotic fluid.”

"And now, I am about to go to the place where my husband is..."

"I do not ask for a peaceful passing, but only that you tell me, does the child sleeping soundly in his swaddling clothes dream of his mother's heartbeat, of the sound of rain falling on the earth?"

"Please tell me, is life just a fleeting dream...?"

"...Otherwise, why would this child be born to face death...?"

Behind me, I heard my daughter calling out.

"Mommy mommy!"

"Mom—it's raining!"

Upon hearing the word 'rain,' the mother trembled, clutching her infant in disbelief.

"Rain...? Rain...?"

The daughter shouted happily:

It's raining! It really is!