Crossover: Is this how it's sewn?

"He Xi, the light that shines into this universe will eventually be extinguished. My dear sister failed to destroy my order, but the one who saves the order is not the crown prince I chose. Perhaps believing the data is not entirely accurate." Keisha remained seated on her throne, casually conversing with a silver-haired angel.

Yan took over the position of Heavenly Blade King. Annie Xide may become the Angel King in the future, but before she has grown up, she naturally needs these regents to rule.

Keisha had thought all this through before she so decisively chose to die, but she never expected that Annie Cid would fall into the realm of fantasy so easily.

Data is not static, and her knowledge base had already changed the suggestion to Ge Xiaolun. In addition, given his resurrection grace, she didn't hesitate much.

One was the King of Angels, and the other was the King of the Heavenly Blades. The three kings assisted in governing and maintained the angelic order.

"Ten thousand years have passed, and you still haven't let go. Why do angels have to have a king?" He Xi rubbed her forehead. She already knew that Su Mali died at the hands of the Galactic Force, but she couldn't bring herself to say a single word that was "strange."

Moreover, she has something on Xu Zhenqing: Su Mali's account. After eliminating Hua Ye, Su Mali never appeared, meaning she was "not dead" biologically.

When He Xi later learned that Xu Zhenqing had her contact information, she was so ashamed that she felt like she was going to die. It was as if her dark history had been made public.

Although she knew there was something fishy about Yan's succession, He Xi chose to ignore it and instead helped her become the true Angel Queen.

"The final battle is about to begin. The Zero-Returner Alliance is just a backup plan. Restarting the universe is tantamount to a fight to the death. Perhaps we can compromise," He Xi said, sharing her insights.

Keisha shook her head and said, "There's an old saying on Earth that goes, 'A good start prevents a hundred more.'"

When Keisha said this, she didn't encrypt it, and anyone with a bit of power in this starry sky could hear it.

"This universe is truly full of hidden talents and powerful civilizations. But how did I end up in a group with this guy? It's so embarrassing."

Han Xiao glanced into the distance and couldn't help but sigh. They were born to the same mother, so how come there was such a big difference between Liang Bing and Keisha?

The fleets of the Angel Civilization, the Crimson Empire, the Void Cult, and the Mabrus Civilization are everywhere, distributed across almost the entire three-dimensional space.

A civilization that ascended from a two-dimensional world, obsessed with ancient poetry, explored every possible combination of Chinese characters. Their obsession led others to call them the Li Bai Civilization.

Li Bai's civilization can freely enter and exit the eleventh dimension, and he has mastered technologies that are no different from those of gods, such as creating and repairing physical bodies, spatial jumps, mind implantation, and the conversion of matter and energy.

It is the Cosmic Development and Reform Commission of the Zero-Returner Alliance. In front of Li Bai's civilization, don't mention the low-level Dark Forest Law. Even the universal laws that are regarded as laws in the universe, such as the speed of light and two-dimensionality, can be ignored one by one.

Low-temperature civilizations, silicon-based empires, carbon-based federations, God-based civilizations, mirror musicians, risk-reliever civilizations... the list goes on. Each one started as a god-level civilization, using its lower dimensions to subjugate and defeat the fleeing celestial beings in a lower-dimensional world.

The silicon-based civilization absorbed the Cybertronian civilization, which gradually perished after losing its source of fire, while the carbon-based federation absorbed various cosmic nations and rose to the level of a god-like civilization.

These forces control all matter and laws in the entire universe, and usually engage in performance art, yet they were still managed to create something out of nothing by this bunch of lunatics from the Celestials.

Logically, the Celestials, who control the Toaa Alliance, should also be subject to humanity's orders. However, after several rewrites, they still could not control it, which led to this crisis.

The crisis originated from Earth, which baffled ordinary people. What could possibly happen to their home planet that could create a cosmic-level crisis that even Toaa couldn't handle?

Fortunately, in this cycle of reincarnation, the universe has given birth to too many god-level civilizations, most of which were born in that idyllic era of the eleventh dimension. These civilizations interacted with each other, which was a spectacle rarely seen in hundreds of cycles of reincarnation in the universe.

The Magic Eye Civilization, the Singer Civilization, the Marginal Civilization, and the Trisolaran Civilization are all at the bottom of the alliance. They did not experience that era, nor do they have any of its legacy.

These god-like civilizations sang, created, and subtly erased the multi-dimensional Celestial race.

Even if they escape to the multiverse, as long as they still exist in this stitched-together world, they will be knocked on one by one and turned into works of art.

The low-temperature civilization pursued the three-dimensional world and saw the blue planet before them. On a whim, they came to this planet, where many ordinary people who had come down from the Idea House to do art were.

It lingered for a long time, and only one work by a man named Yan Dong was sculpted quite well, which inspired this alien friend's creative enthusiasm, and he wanted to show it off to humans.

Yan Dong casually said, "The river and sea are right next door; you can go there and get a piece of ice."

The cryogenic artist thought this was a joke. How could a god-like civilization possibly be satisfied with just one piece of ice?

The low-temperature artist began its performance, which took 200 days and used up all the oceans on Earth, even plundering the glaciers of Antarctica and Greenland.

These 200,000 giant blocks of frozen ice were launched into Earth's orbit, stretching across the sky from east to west.

On Earth, each ice block can be clearly distinguished. Some of these ice blocks rotate or remain still, while others flicker or do not, forming a magnificent Milky Way.

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This celestial river flows solemnly in the sky above the earth. At different times of the day, the light and color of the ice ring undergo rich changes, like a cosmic rainbow. Its magnificence is so great that it is difficult to describe in words.

Someone exclaimed, "Wow, come out and see God! That guy pacing in the air, he's a genius!"

Earthlings are not worried about the consequences. At worst, they can just rewrite it. In their minds, even the solar system has been transformed into a painting several times, only to be restored the next day.

The low-temperature artist was very pleased with Pu Lei's praise. It said to Yan Dong, "I'm finished. What do you think?"

"It's not that great. There was a Li Bai who created this, and his poems are much more magnificent than yours," Yan Dong said sullenly when he saw that his ice sculpture had been used up.

The low-temperature artist shuddered, but the crucial point was that it couldn't refute it; it could only rewind the timeline. For an imperfect work, of course, it had to be destroyed.

Earth is now the center of cosmic art, so ordinary people are used to these things.

It was only then that the low-temperature artist remembered his mission. While modifying the timeline, he suddenly discovered that the Celestial who had escaped had fled into a broken timeline.

"I've finally returned, having traversed the Emperor's bones, all thanks to this egg. Kid, were you looking for this guy?"

(End of this chapter)