Xingtie: Starting with an in-depth analysis of the Yellow Springs

Black Swan: A truly reassuring force.

"We will all find the answers there."

The white light faded, and Xing slowly lowered his raised left hand.

It seemed as if the warmth of the underworld still lingered in his hands.

His eyebrows were raised, his eyes were incredibly determined, and his hands clenched tightly in front of him.

Xing made a cool wave and picked up the inherited hat.

Looking from the front, Danheng, Himeko, Hoshi, March 7th, and Walter are lined up in a V-shape.

With their hands rubbing together in anticipation, the passengers on the train were clearly ready.

As the dust settled from the stage, the magnificent, sublime, and religiously significant choir resounded once again – God's Sunday.

In the background, the chants of the crowd rose up.

The war is about to start.

A divine voice rang out on Sunday.

"...Have they broken free from the dream of order?"

March 7th winked and smiled playfully, "I've slept long enough, Xing, let him see your morning grumpiness!"

Everything seemed to return to the scene of the first battle with them.

As the hat was flung out, it exploded in the sky above the Lord's Day, turning into scattered stars that fell to the ground.

On Sunday, the priest lightly pinches one end of the baton with his index finger and thumb and waves it casually.

The power of order converged with the air, transforming into several blades of light.

Walter swung his staff and knocked down the light blade in mid-air.

The arrow flashed, carrying the extreme cold power of the Six Phases of Ice, and shot towards the God Sun, freezing his summoned creatures.

On March 7th, he unleashed five ice shields to protect everyone on the train.

The monomolecular saw emitted a raging fire. Himeko gripped it with one hand and stabbed it as she dodged, creating puffs of smoke.

This feeble attack annoyed the God.

The giant left hand extended four threads to connect the summoned creatures, and the puppets, like holy spirits, seemed to be given life as they unleashed a series of deadly attacks.

After a prolonged battle, seeing that the summoned creature was somewhat exhausted, he waved his hand, signaling it to return and continue guarding in front of him.

"Without order, how can the weak do good?"

The puppet, now in its proper position, condensed musical notes and fired them at the people on the train like cannonballs.

The star switched to protection and blocked them all.

"If you have any opinions, then please prove them to me."

The conductor's baton waved in the air, and the power of harmony coalesced into a giant musical note, which fell high under the pull of order.

Danheng formed a hand seal with his right hand, and a water dragon swirled and danced around his body, forming a curtain of water to neutralize it.

But then God’s empty hand quickly tapped in the air.

Golden musical staffs appear, and each click produces a musical note until a melody is completed.

With a forceful swing of the baton, an invisible force amplified the music, making it appear as a graceful, dancing streak of light as it fell.

The ice shield, drone energy shield, and fire spear's protective power are combined into one.

They managed to withstand the attack with great difficulty.

March 7th: "It's so much better than the previous one."

As Xing put on the hat, the power of harmony transformed into an amplification effect that fell upon the group.

Dan Heng: "Attack efficiency is enhanced, and shields are broken faster."

Walter shielded March behind him, saying, "The battle is not over yet, hold on."

[Qingque: This is on a completely different level from last time.]

[He seems to possess both the power of order and harmony, yet ultimately, He has usurped the embodiment of harmony.]

[Nekota: Meow, the background chants are so annoying, they're making my head spin.]

[Hu Tao: Come on, Trail Blazers! We absolutely cannot lose!]

[Wow, the train crew's attacks are so hard to hurt Him! It's like He has several layers of protection around Him, negating most of the attacks.]

[Silver Wolf: This is so exciting! When will Miyin release a story experience mode?]

[Billy: Hey, guys on the train, watch out! Dan Heng, try stabbing him in the back.]

[Danheng: ...]

"The people look up to us!"

The graceful melody is about to begin again!

Whew, March 7th wiped the sweat from his brow. "He seems to have collapsed. Did we win?"

Himeko said solemnly, "Don't be impatient."

As it turns out, Himeko was right.

The god suddenly looked up, and his body was restored to its original state in a stream of light.

He raised his baton high in his right hand and waved it! He waved it in alternating patterns!

A golden halo suddenly exploded and spread around him.

The aftershocks destroyed the area surrounding the Grand Theatre.

"I swear by one hundred and seven thousand three hundred and thirty-six notes to inform you to join the glorious chorus—to heaven!"

Chapter 115 The Fetus of Philosophy

[Ayaka Kamisato: The Oak family has 107,336 members, all of whom have been transformed into musical notes.]

[Ying: So the dreamer, including those people, sacrificed themselves to order.]

The background music combined with the battle scenes makes it feel like a big-budget movie.

Bronya: There's a second phase, it seems to be a dungeon boss.

[Hook: Go, honorary team members! We, the Mole Party, will never give up!]

"If dreams are no different from reality, can they still be called false?"

The Star General inserted his Flame Spear into the stage to offset the impact of the attack.

Xing: "Your dreams aren't indistinguishable from reality!"

On the seventh day of the third month, the bow is drawn to gather strength, and six phases of ice condense into an arrow.

Aim, then release.

The arrow split in mid-air into a rain of arrows, all of which struck the Lord of God.

The cold air carried by the arrow slowed it down for a few seconds.

Danheng seized the opportunity.

The azure dragon surveys the world with pride, as calamity washes over it!

The water dragon roared to the sky and charged straight at the god, forcing him back and interrupting his spellcasting.

"With a flawless symphony, I command—to recreate paradise!"

The deity's arms danced and intertwined with the chanting, the golden light at the tip of the baton resembling a paintbrush graffitiing the air.

He slowly raised his hands, and an invisible force converged in them.

As the music reached its climax, both hands suddenly pressed down.

Golden halos rose in concentric rings from bottom to top, like a seal being applied.

The summoned creatures guarding him leaped into the air and dispersed to the four corners.

As the music played, an immense pressure descended, causing the space to tremble slightly.

The four people on the train resisted in a half-squatting position.

On March 7th, he could no longer support himself and knelt on the ground, covering his head with his hands.

A feather slowly fell under the light.

All the stress disappeared.

On the Sunday of Christ, looking up at the sky, "...music?"

The star on the stage held the feather tightly and smiled knowingly.

She knew the robin had arrived.

"Oh~ Oh~ Oh~"

The robin in the sky holds its paws in front of it, surrounded by music, like a bright star.

The lights, in sync with the rhythm of the music, break free from the shackles of order.

As the melody progressed, the entire grand theater was enveloped in harmonious music.

(The song "Hope for Feathers and Wings" feels even better when listened to with the music.)

The passengers on the train slowly stood up.

Walter: "It seems that another voice has emerged in the symphony of order..."

"Pinocone's first and last dissonance."

A robin on the platform waved its hand, and the surrounding music turned into a stream of light.

Xing, having gained some insight, raised his hand and spread out that feather, inspiring everyone's pioneering spirit to transform it into musical notes that merged with the robin's flowing light.

The intersection point shines like a star, opening up a space where one can vaguely see the sea of ​​stars.

The Starry Sky Train cuts through the night sky as a few passengers pass by.

Walter: "Those imprisoned by beautiful dreams are awakening for freedom."

Xing put on her hat, her steps were light and agile, each step perfectly timed with the drumbeats.

Suddenly, Clockwork Boy appears, jumping and standing on either side of the screen with Star.

A checkpoint is formed between the two, guiding the train's direction.

The Star Train, forged by the collective will and regulated by the robin, sped through the checkpoints and hurtled straight toward God's Lord, causing fatal damage.

The enormous body of the god rose and fell, its head drooping as if it had exhausted its strength.

"Robin, is that you singing...?"

The robin's mournful call reached everyone's ears clearly.

“Brother, you have heard the people’s voices. This is not the paradise they longed for.”

Upon hearing the voice, the god controlled by Sunday straightened up again and retorted.

"But they still don't know where to go, so I have to be the only star in the sky to guide them."

Robin: "Even if where that star is located...is a perpetually lonely night?"

"If you and I were never alone, how could we have embarked on a path that was drifting further and further apart...?"

"This is the last peace talk, let's end it here."

[March 7th: No! I really don't want to see siblings turn against each other!]

[Yao Jiayin: What a beautiful voice! I feel like I've seen hope.]

[Oh my god, I was completely stunned when Miss Robin opened her mouth, and goosebumps rose all over my body.]

[Star: I hope there's a locomotive and carriages!]

[Jingyuan: With Miss Robin's help, the pioneering spirit of everyone on the train has been materialized; the Starry Sky Train is truly fitting.]