Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"And then... it ended."

The clock boy was somewhat panicked:

"Finish?"

"Misha, what does this mean?"

“You clearly said that the [exploration] journey would never end.”

Under the moonlight, the boy turned around and looked at his friend from his dreams, the Clockwork Boy:

"Yes, I did say that..."

"So now, it's your turn to decide your next destination."

The clock boy's eyes widened, and he felt a sudden pang of fear for no apparent reason.

"My next stop?"

"Where should that be?"

"I've always followed you..."

"Misha? What's wrong? You're acting strange today!"

"If we're unhappy, we can do what we always do—perform the [clock trick]!"

Misha shook her head and smiled faintly:

"No need, I'm not unhappy."

"As for [the clockwork trick]..."

"Yes, in this dream, it seems to be able to solve all problems."

Misha looked at the clock boy, her voice very gentle:

"So do you know what [the clock trick] actually is?"

The clock boy looked somewhat bewildered:

"What is it? I don't know..."

Misha smiled faintly:

"Everyone gets lost at times, hesitant and unsure which way to go."

"It exists in this dream, and it also exists anywhere outside the dream."

"But there's no need to be afraid, just as people sometimes feel lost."

Misha looked up at the inverted grand theater on the distant horizon, her gaze long and distant.

"At some point, they will also make a bold but remarkable decision..."

"Whether calm, joyful, angry, or sad..."

"All they need is a small push, and then they can take a step forward and move towards their own future."

Chapter 750 Exploration in Progress

Misha looked at the clock boy in front of him and said sincerely:

"I'm leaving this small amount of power to you, and I hope you'll share it with more people..."

"This is [the clockwork trick], the will called [exploration]."

He smiled gently and slowly sat down in the recliner under the tranquil moonlight.

"The hands of a clock go round and round, just like a person's confusion, troubles, weaknesses... swinging endlessly."

"But in the end, people still have to move forward."

"Like your pointer, it always points ahead."

Misha hugged her hat and slowly closed her eyes on the deck chair.

……

Looking at the old man who had stopped breathing, Ji Zi gently picked up the hat from his arms and handed it to Yan Huan.

The old man's voice echoed in the garden.

"My journey ends here."

"From now on... this is your path."

……

Back to the present.

Pinocchio's Dream, the Road to Stardom.

On the magnificent stage, the Clockwork Boy jumped out, stood beside the train crew, and looked at Sunday with a poised and ready expression.

Himeko slowly drew her weapon:

"To explore new frontiers means to follow the paths that predecessors have not yet trod, and to travel even further..."

Fireflies, March 7th, Himeko, Clock Boy, and Yan Huan all gaze at Sunday in the center of the stage.

Himeko said in a deep voice:

“The Pinocchio in Mikhail’s dream…does not belong to [order].

In an instant, a mysterious aura swept towards the path to superstardom.

At the same time, the image of a star god appeared in everyone's minds.

Of course, I saw it on Sunday too.

That was a star god he should have known.

“[Synonymous] Hipper would actually cast a glance at Pinocchio at a time like this…” Sunday’s gaze was grave:

"Is it the resonance of the [pioneering] legacy?"

"Or is it that everyone's tacit understanding can even move the Star God?"

Himeko said calmly:

"In my opinion, there is another possibility—perhaps He also wanted to know who would control Pinocchio's future, which is why He came to witness on behalf of the deceased Star God."

Upon hearing this, Sunday understood a little better.

He walked toward the crowd:

"In that case, on behalf of the dream master of Pinocchio and the 107,336 members of the Oak family, I extend a formal invitation to you all—"

"We sincerely invite you to come to the Pinocchio Theatre to attend the upcoming Harmony Festival."

"Of course, you are not going to the audience seats, but the center of the stage."

"It concerns the future of the stellar core, Pinocene, and even the entire galaxy."

"To be fair, let's settle this over there."

“Since you all firmly believe in the path of Archivist, show me His courage and understanding.”

After he finished speaking, Sunday disappeared.

Only a few people from the train crew remained in the entire space.

March 7th asked in confusion:

"Does he mean for us to compete at the Harmonious Music Festival?"

Liu Ying nodded slightly:

"That's probably what it means."

I don't quite understand the date March 7th:

"How strange!"

"I was on guard against him causing trouble, but in the end he was still saying something like '[for the sake of fairness]'... Could it be that he doesn't even care about us?"

"Of course not," Yan Huan said seriously.

"Based on the previous situation with placer gold, there should be more than just a star core inside the Pinocchio Grand Theatre."

"The oak family lineage and the dreamer's arrangements are almost entirely there."

"The Grand Theatre can be said to be the core of the entire Pinocchio."

Himeko nodded:

"In my view, Sunday has long been convinced of its ideals and sincerely wants to prove to us the correctness of [order]."

“I sensed a strong belief and desire for control from him. If he couldn’t win fair and square, he probably wouldn’t be able to give himself an explanation.”

"That's why he will definitely go all out in the upcoming match."

Yan Huan spread her hands, looking quite embarrassed:

"To be honest, I really want to see the paradise he mentioned."

"It's a pity... he shouldn't have chosen Pinocchio as his location."

March 7th quickly kicked Yan Huan:

What are you saying?

"If he hadn't chosen this place, would you have defected to the enemy?!"

"We've already experienced the Annihilation Lord of [Destruction], so dealing with Order shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Yan Huan sniffed:

"The Great Lord of Annihilation... at most he can only be considered a messenger."

"But the [Order] Star God is dead. If someone were willing to resurrect Him, how much power do you think He would give to Sunday?"

"In addition to the [harmony] they polluted, we also have to take into account some of the lingering effects of [harmony]."