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

[Hu Tao: Are train collisions really that damaging? Does that mean you'll just run into people in any crisis? How many people could withstand that?]

[March 7th: I think so.]

[Pam: No...you...can't! Don't have any weird ideas about the train, Pam.]

[Ring: Great! It's Miss Robin! She's brought a microphone and blew up the Sunday sound system.]

[Is the noise Uncle Yang mentioned either harmonic or pioneering?]

Kiana: Star, we must defeat Him. Don't let Mei's help go to waste.

[Ayaka Kamisato: No matter the situation, she's always gentle with her younger sister on Sundays.]

[Silver Wolf: Stop chatting, I think the ultimate move is coming.]

[The train cleanses the world!]

[Ambi: Are those stars that streak across the sky behind us on Sunday nights patrolling the seas?]

[Potti: of a bag.]

There's no other way; the siblings' ideologies have long since diverged, and since persuasion is impossible, the only option is to defeat Sunday.

The four summoned creatures protecting him flapped their wing-like arms and flew upwards.

"The work of all creation is finished."

"The day of no doubt has arrived—"

His body radiated a layer of holy light, and as he turned his torso, a ball of sun gathered in his right hand, with summoned creatures flying around it.

The music envelops it.

"The embryo of philosophy—"

"Reshape the world for us!"

The four summoned creatures formed a ring around each other, and a blinding light shone into their eyes.

As the radiance faded, the choir folded their arms to shield the head, which possessed divine radiance, within them.

Although Sunday protected his vital head, everyone could see that he had exposed all his weaknesses.

"The Fetus of Philosophy" Sunday:

"If your paradise can save more people, then cut off my path with your own hands."

March 7: "Even if the future is full of pain...we will never run away!"

"On the first day, truth is bestowed..."

Himeko and Welt were the first to realize that something was wrong and that they had to defeat them as soon as possible.

Otherwise, they will definitely face an even stronger counterattack.

In the name of the world!

Railgun firing!

"On the second day, a calendar was bestowed upon him..."

"Dead Star God, I salute you."

On the third day, he was given words…

"On the fourth day, the value was bestowed..."

"On the fifth day, the rules were bestowed..."

"The sixth day, bestowed with meaning..."

"On the seventh day, dignity is granted..."

The arms of the fetus, protected by philosophy, slowly rose with the sound of mechanical gears turning.

His divine face was revealed, and golden streaks on his pale face resembled flowing tears.

Chapter 116 Because... one day, we will wake up from our dream.

"I swear by this seven-day oath that you will obey my orders—"

Behind him, the halo of the symbol of order spun and expanded, shining with divine light.

With palms outstretched and a divine face looking up, it was as if anticipating someone's arrival.

March 7th said urgently, "This commotion... something terrible is about to happen!"

"It is not you who created everything."

"It is man who recreated you!"

The embryo of philosophy let out a roar, and its entire body overflowed with holy light.

Robin: "Brother... human weaknesses cannot be redeemed by others."

A faint sigh from within the divine womb.

"—Use your divine body to lay the foundation for our paradise!"

The mechanical right hand suddenly reached upwards.

The night sky was illuminated in gold, and a sealed halo connected to an unknown space.

A holy, giant hand emerged from it, but the thumb was a dark purple color.

The order of Sunday faith is permeated with discordant noises—harmony.

"Taiyi... please return as you are called!"

In the beginning was the One!

The fingertips of the fetus of philosophy touch each other.

It created ripples in space, as if a singularity had been created.

The immense energy generated caused a sudden, brilliant flash, like a sun exploding.

The intense fluctuations shattered space in an unparalleled brief moment.

Walter and Danheng stood in front of the group, using their own imaginary energy or circular shields to continuously divert the impact brought by the Primordial Being.

The robin manifests its harmonious power through its song, partly protecting the train and partly counteracting its aftershocks.

As the attack subsided, Hoshino, Himeko, and Mitsukishiro appeared somewhat disheveled.

His neat clothes were now wrinkled, and his hair was disheveled.

March 7th patted his chest: "I almost thought I was going to die."

"Don't worry, March, I'll stand in front of you." Xing said coolly, clutching the brim of her hat.

Wow! This is so cool!

Kiana: That hand reaching out from the sky is your Order Taiichi; its destructive power is incredible.

[*Himeko: This seven-day oath seems to correspond to the seven days of creation in the Bible, but Sunday emphasizes humanity's re-creation of God.]

[Qingque: Luckily, Huangquan and the Sea Patrol Knight helped us, otherwise, who could have defeated us?]

[Fou: But why is there a dark purple mark on Taiichi's hand?]

[Black Tower: That's homophony.]

[Doctor Truth: The One of Order was absorbed and assimilated by the Harmonious Hippe because their concepts are similar.]

[Frog Fun: So Star Gods can be absorbed after all!]

[Hu Tao: The embryo of philosophy, if Sunday really makes another leap, will he actually become a star god?]

[I think Xing is so handsome, I'm totally smitten!]

[The heavens and earth are in turmoil!]

[Zhongli: ?]

[Yao Jiayin: What's the name of Miss Robin's song? I wonder if I can sing it.]

[The Robin: I wish I had feathers and wings. If a song can bring hope to people, I think everyone in the universe could sing it.]

Seeing that its first attack had failed to eliminate the enemy, Sunday embraced its body again, preparing to charge up its power a second time.

"With a vow of yearning for order—"

If Pinocchio were to happen again, it would truly be ruined.

The robin said solemnly, "Let's stop here... Our promised paradise doesn't only offer the option of order!"

"True happiness should be all things that stand firm in the face of nothingness; that is the true way for a person to live!"

There were no further statements on Sunday regarding preparations for an attack.

"Looks like I have no choice but to beat you into submission!"

The Flame Spear ignites a raging fire, amplifying its own power through harmony.

The will to explore, the Star Train!

"I'm ready too!"

Railgun maximum power!

Xing brandished his flaming spear, pointing it at the unborn child of philosophy.

The spear tip is already ignited, the fiery spear charges!

Himeko: "Let me show you... the beliefs of the weak."

Danheng: "You are a noble person... Don't be bound by the past!"

The group focused their fire, unleashing a barrage of dazzling attack effects upon him.

In the end, they still lost.

The choir lost their momentum and collapsed forward, raising clouds of dust.

The group watched cautiously, after all, this wasn't the first time they'd fallen, and there might be more tricks up their sleeves.

Suddenly, on Sunday, he struggled to sit up.

"So...why does life fall asleep?"

Xing recalled the encounters, partings, and companions she had experienced along the way…

Pinocchio, unaware of the fireworks somewhere, opened his tired eyes and looked at the shooting star streaking across the sky.

Dr. Truth had two books tucked under his arm, one hand resting on the fence as he looked up into the distance.

The black swan looked back in the crowded square.

"Because...one day..."

"We will wake up from the dream."

Sunday, inside the divine embryo, had his pupils contract and his expression froze.

But then he showed signs of struggle.

I had no chance. The central stage of the Pinocchio Grand Theatre finally gave way and crumbled into pieces.

And Sunday, too, fell into the dream of the Lord of the Sun.

He raised his hand and stretched it upwards, his tone on Sunday dejected and forlorn.

"The night is still... too short..."

Suddenly a figure landed and hugged him. Sunday felt the warmth on his body and his eyes widened instantly, looking somewhat at a loss.

"elder brother……"

"Dream... Time to wake up."

As the sky brightened, a flock of playful pigeons flew past the two of them.

March 7th: It's over. This time it's really over. It feels like I'm still in a dream.

[Star: Ahem... Um, March, you should try to be less sensitive. I'm really scared.]