Their commission was suspicious.

Instead, countless dolls emitting a faint glow stood quietly inside the theater.

It's a human model with even the most basic joints spherical, and it looks extremely creepy.

As the sound of Sunday slowly rises, the grand spectacle begins. Before the musical extravaganza commences, following the ancient tradition of Asdena, Sunday invites everyone to enjoy three pre-show plays…

"Speaking of which, is it really okay for us not to go and help them out?" asked one of the bar patrons who was still in the dream world of Pinocchio participating in the treasure hunt.

“We have our own things to do, but speaking of which, Hanabi, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be on the other side?” Xiao Shi looked at Hanabi, who had just asked the question, with some curiosity.

"Hmm, what are you talking about? I'm a customer at the bar too, so of course I'm on this side. So what do you want to do? Can I find out?" Hanabi asked curiously.

“It’s simple. During that Sunday’s on-screen performance, rescue the robin and Walter who are trapped in his consciousness,” Xiao Shi said.

This was the task Chen Luo left for Xiao Shi. According to Chen Luo, besides the great Herrscher of Knowledge, no one else was qualified to silently take Robin and Welt away from Sunday, who connected the consciousness of more than 10 people in the Oak family.

Considering Chen Luo spoke the truth, the great Herald of Knowledge decided to lend a hand.

"Count me in," Hanabi said, raising her hand.

"No. It's not that I don't want to take you, but I can't. In fact, I can't even take the old antique, because I don't know when it started, this dream seems to have changed." Xiao Shi shook his head with some hesitation.

"Oh, it's different. How is it different?" Hanabi asked.

"It's... a feeling I can't quite put my finger on. If the dreams of countless people in Pinocchio were once somewhat complicated, they've now become much clearer, as if it's become a true land of dreams," Xiao Shi said.

As an advanced Herrscher of Consciousness, Lesser Consciousness is actually quite complex in composition, thus it can also devour dreams. Dreams are also a part of consciousness.

In my opinion, the original dreamland is all show and no substance. Once you take a bite, you have no idea whether these ideas and dreams are bitter, sour, or sweet, or even rotten.

But now, the dreamland seems to have been filtered, removing some of the dreams and wishes that were originally mixed with various desires.

Although dreams and wishes are never inherently good or bad, wishes influenced by money and youthful dreams are quite different in taste.

This situation is actually quite special.

But out of trust in Chen Luo, Xiao Shi chose to give up thinking.

All I need to do is do what Chen Luo asks me to do.

Although Xiao Shi felt that if Chen Luo took action personally, the speed would be faster, Chen Luo seemed to have something else to do.

"Things seem to be getting more interesting..." Hanabi said with a smile as she watched the departing Herrscher of Knowledge.

If you ask Hanabi what she discovered, Hanabi knows nothing.

Who knows what Chen Luo did to Pinocchio, or whether Sunday's Taiyi Dream was gradually taking shape, or if the Dream Master was preparing this in advance to prevent himself, the Masked Fool, from betraying him.

But Hanabi knew things were about to get very interesting.

Hanabi doesn't need to think about complicated things; as long as she can get pleasure from this, that's enough for her.

Moreover, there is an excellent way to guarantee that you won't lose in fireworks!

"I, Hanabi, am simply a genius!"

……

History is a mirror, reflecting the most authentic face of the universe.

On Sunday, three stage plays were presented to give attendees of the Harmony Festival a deeper understanding of the history of Pinocchio and the Star God.

On Sunday, he told everyone about history, starting from when Pinocchio was still a frontier prison.

The group thus entered a very bustling maze, and while navigating the maze, they began to help Sunday complete the three stage plays.

In the first act, amidst the raging flames of war, the prisoners, with the help of outsiders, finally achieve freedom and establish a penal colony in the universe.

In the second act, after the arrival of the Harmony, the land of exile underwent a dramatic transformation, with Pinocchio becoming family territory. However, not all of these changes were positive.

In the third act, someone wants to drive out the sympathizers and establish an empire of order. This is something that has not yet happened, but is about to happen.

After navigating the three mazes and completing the three stage plays, the group touched a puzzle piece and entered a dream space, arriving at the real Pinocchio Grand Theatre.

The venue for the Harmonious Music Ceremony.

At this point, there was still one hour before the start of the Harmonious Music Ceremony.

The group successfully met Sunday and heard his thoughts: Sunday's ideal was neither to resurrect the Star God nor to ascend to godhood. He had only one goal: to create a paradise for humanity, a place without Star Gods, where only order could encompass the dignity and happiness of all people!

However, when two people don't see eye to eye, even half a sentence is too much...

Sunday: I want to create a world with only seven days off! They wouldn't listen, and they even hit me!

"I know your resolve, and now I grant you the right to look directly at the sun. On these 107,336 rocks. The strings of omnipotent harmony are at my disposal—tuner of the chorus. Resound, choir, Dominix!" Countless puppets, like stage models, were manipulated by invisible threads. Each puppet returned to its place in this dazzling spin, transforming into Sunday's soldiers, while Sunday himself vanished.

Then the curtain was drawn back, and Sunday revealed its true form.

A colossal giant, tens of meters tall and resembling a stage conductor, appeared before everyone.

As one of Hippe's many incarnations, Dominix displays a different appearance due to the disruption of order.

"Come forward and meet with the lost one who walks in the shadow of death!"

"The embodiment of harmony? So the true purpose of the Harmony Grand Ceremony is indeed to usurp it and transform it into the cornerstone of the dream of order?" Himeko frowned.

"Gentlemen, you are wise and perceptive, so it is not difficult for you to understand why harmony and order can be united as one." On Sunday (the Qi Xiang Choir's Sunday), waving his baton, [Reminiscences of the Past] launched an attack on the crowd.

The ever-repeating hymns are the power of the tuner, constantly distracting everyone's attention.

As a collective consciousness responding to desires, the hymns He directs can reshape the world according to countless wishes, establishing new laws, and all those who make wishes will become the source of His power.

The more than 10 long-awaiting wishers of the Oak family are themselves the source of Sunday's power.

"We shouldn't need to summon the Star Train, right?" Pam muttered nervously, holding the button.

Pam was protected at the very back, existing as a mascot, but the button in the opponent's hand could summon the Star Train to smash into the enemy.

But Pam won't do that unless absolutely necessary.

Although Akivili had indeed done such things before, Pam still felt sorry for the Star Train.

And it seems the advantage is in my hands now.

The people gathered on the Star Train were indeed relentlessly attacking the countless [Recalling of the Past] summoned this Sunday, and with great success.

"The time has come, and creation will be reborn from the remains of the gods—" The harmonious voice grew louder and louder.

This also affects everyone who is fighting against the [Recall of the Past] summoned by Dominix.

"Hurry up and get to the main body! This music is actually quite nice, but it's easy to get distracted," Wangchuan said, rubbing his forehead.

"..." Urged on by his own pleasure, Huang Quan placed his hand on the hilt of the sword.

From the ring on Huang Quan's right hand, countless seemingly flowing, crystalline gemstone essences enveloped Huang Quan's right hand.

When Huang Quan drew his long sword, the omnipresent sound of harmony suddenly became barely audible.

As a messenger of nothingness, Huang Quan possesses the characteristic of being difficult to be influenced by the power of other star gods.

I weep for the departed, for the evening rain will eventually fall!

When Huang Quan fully drew his long sword, victory was already assured.

Once the influence of the music was minimized, Xing was no longer bothered by it. He used his own baseball bat to leap up and hit Shen Zhouzhi on the head, leaving the other party completely stunned.

Just as the star fell from the sky, a flash of light arrived and cleaved the sun god in two.

The Lord's Day split open, and Sunday was thrown directly out of the Lord's Day body.

Huang Quan's single strike severed Sunday's connection with everyone in the Oak family, which is also one of the characteristics of the Void Commander—the ability to cut anything.

Just as when Huang Quan once cut off the gold dust, he also severed the connection between the gold dust and Tong Xie, eliminating the newborn Tong Xie within the gold dust's body.

The Lord's Day is slowly fading away. The difference between Sunday and the other consciousnesses on the Lord's Day is that the other members of the Oak family are merely consciousnesses here, controlling the embodiment of Harmony—the Lord's Day, which possesses the power of an Envoy. Sunday, as the controller, has its own unique characteristics.

So Sunday was cast out, while the other consciousnesses are slowly dissipating along with God's Sunday.

"Sigh, is that all?!" March 7th thought this was the easiest boss battle he had ever fought.

It's probably because Huang Quan's damage output is just too powerful.

"..." Sunday, who had been thrown out, slowly propped herself up and glanced at the train crew members who were very wary of her, before looking again at the dissipating God Sunday.

“No, your battle has only just begun,” Sunday said slowly.

"Huh? You don't mean to say that you're actually one of the weakest of the Four Heavenly Kings under the Demon King, do you?" March Seven's hair stood on end after hearing Sunday's words.

“No one is the Demon King, but I am probably the easiest challenge you’ve ever faced, bar none,” Sunday said.

The significance of the prophet "March 7th" is still increasing.

“Although I had heard some things before, I didn’t expect that the Dream Master would actually choose this path.” Sunday’s gaze became complicated.

"Hmm, what are you talking about?" March 7th asked, confused.

But the next moment, March 7th suddenly discovered that the God of the Sun, which had been dissipating after being cut in two by the Yellow Springs, suddenly stopped dissipating.

The original two halves of the God were reconnected by an invisible force.

The power of harmony stolen by order no longer dissipates.

Two giant, transparent hands suddenly appeared, slowly closing together and enveloping the Goddess in their grasp.

Both hands?

What kind of hands can hold a Sunday statue that is tens of meters high in the palm of your hand?

When March 7th noticed this, he looked up...

It was a giant, a great god, whose radiance was as holy as jewels.

A solemn and powerful singing voice rang out, as if it came from the other side of the universe. It was music, but it was completely different from the harmonious music that emanated from God's Sunday.

“The Celestial Choir,” Sunday sighed.

After gathering the Goddess Sun, the giant hand slowly lifted it up and placed it on its chest.

The two sides seem to be getting along.

"The strength has increased a little more, though not much, but it's still some consolation." A voice, like a thousand mingled voices, entered everyone's ears.

"This, this is..." March 7th's voice stammered.

When this being appeared, if it weren't for the fact that Huang Quan still hadn't sheathed his longsword, the power of nothingness was constantly weakening his might, and the fact that he didn't care about the crowd, everyone present would have long since become puppets of order.

“This is your next opponent—the fully resurrected Star God of Order, Taiyi. Or rather… the Dream Lord,” Sunday said slowly.

"Huh? We're fighting the real Order Star God? Really? Can we win?" March 7 was dumbfounded.

"Hoshi, didn't you tell Mitsuki about this?" Himeko turned to look at Hoshi.

“Uh, I forgot…” Xing scratched his head.

"What's going on? Do you all know that the Order Star God will appear?" March 7th was a little confused.

“This is what Chen Luo said. He gave the Dream Master the qualification to become a Star God, but the Dream Master doesn’t seem to have mentioned this to Sunday.” Xing turned to look at Sunday.

"..." Sunday remained silent, but nodded nonetheless.

However, Sunday didn't seem to be too surprising.

"So Chen Luo knows what happened?"

"Ah."

"So we don't need to fight this Star God of Order anymore?" March 7th breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's hard to say. This Star God of Order doesn't seem to be looking at us very friendly." Xing shrank back.

"Where is Chen Luo? He needs to come out quickly! What if this Order Star God attacks us? Judging from what Sunday did, the Order Star God doesn't sound like a good god."

"Chen Luo... he's probably still on his way?"

Chapter 2263 Fireworks: Good luck, big brother who's adorning his wings!

“A Void Commander, a Joy Commander, a Star Core Hunter, a Sea Seeker, a Memory Maker, and all the members of the Star Train.” The Dream Master’s very distinctive voice rang out again.

It was as if countless voices were speaking the same sentence, but the dreamer's voice was different from the original voice.

If the original sound was merely a physical mixture, now it is a single sound possessing countless qualities. It is both male and female, both adult and child, both saint and prisoner.

The voice was now filled with divinity, and the jumbled sound that had previously caused one to frown was gone.