Ironclad Group Chat: Red and Black Lists Engraved with Heroic Epics

"Huh? It really is!" March 7 was stunned after being reminded by her.

"Wow, I'm actually that amazing?"

Other ideas in the universe are far less sacred.

Black Swan's heart pounded wildly as a radically contrary idea began to form in her mind: "This Black March 7th alone is already comparable to Wulou Jingzi. And what could be a level above that?"

Fu Li!

March 7th is not simply a flawless seed, nor a seed with unlimited potential, but a budding flower, or at least a tender green sprout peeking out from the seed coat, a half-step Star God!

Otherwise, within the known scope, there is simply no existence that can match her level!

But if all of this is true... then what is the Flowing Light Memory Court?

A royal guard specifically tasked with killing emperors?

But can March 7th really be considered a helpless lone wolf? Just look at the Star Train and their network of connections!

Black Swan was incredibly impressed. Of all the people Yi Ting's extremists to go looking for trouble, they had to fall into the hands of March 7. If these speculations were true, then those who would be held accountable after the fall would not be as cheap as just cosplaying a teru teru bozu in Onfaros!

Moreover, Yi Ting's doves and neutrals might already be cursing and denouncing those chosen but unlucky kids from the extremists.

"Gulp." Black Swan swallowed hard, muttering, "I hope my guess is just a brainstorming session."

"But just in case, staying in the Memory Garden is already quite dangerous."

[Black Tower: Black Swan, oh Black Swan, she probably never dreamed that the great secret she thought had brought upon herself was merely a layer of dust brushed away from a truly earth-shattering secret.]

[Star: What kind of innate divine body can recognize people? Even the Star God is watching, unless it's a commanding envoy or someone else.]

[Firework: siger~~]

[Xu Zhao: Sigh~ If I had that kind of luck, I could live a life of ease by opening blind boxes and scratching lottery tickets, and no one would care if I spent the rest of my life lying in a wheelchair drawing fan art.]

[March 7th: If only the true "original form" could awaken too, I could just go and bully her, and maybe everything would be solved.]

[Phantom Image: Can it really go that smoothly? Surely not all personalities are extreme March fans, right?]

[March 7th: What if? But unfortunately, we're now being forced to play hide-and-seek...]

She looked at the light screen, with a hidden power about to erupt and transform into the towering "Pretty Cure Giant March 7," eagerly anticipating the Iron Tomb being eaten like a snack.

But she also understood that this matter would probably be a little difficult.

"Please, my other self. Even if you're not invincible, at least protect everyone!"

She looked up with hope, as determined as she was in the light screen.

"If this is the only way, I have no reason to refuse. Besides..."

Looking behind him on March 7th: "The mastermind behind this is about to find us."

Lai Gushi's footsteps, accompanied by the creaking and twisting of machinery, brought him to their side.

Xing, Danheng, and many other viewers held their breath, feeling incredibly indignant.

Lai Gushi's previous performance was still fresh in everyone's mind. He was a formidable fighter, and with the administrator's built-in resurrection ability, he was even more troublesome. If a battle were to break out here, wouldn't that be pushing March Seven to the brink of destruction?!

Strangely, Ragus did not make a direct move; several identical mechanical bodies passed by March 7.

The viewers felt somewhat relieved, only then remembering that March 7th, trapped in the gaps of memory, had spent 97 days in solitude and hardship, which had now become her "cloak of invisibility."

March 7th said, "Sure enough, he can't see you."

Chang Yeyue shook his head and said solemnly, "Or perhaps, he has seen through our true nature."

Indeed, there are things in this world that can trouble Lai Gushi, but there are probably none that can leave him completely helpless.

"I'm sorry, madam, I can no longer allow you to act recklessly here."

His palms glowed as he scanned his surroundings, closing in layer by layer.

Laigu Shi's hands didn't stop moving as he pressed closer, and he spoke to the two of them with great curiosity across the distance: "Liuguang Yiting's methods are not worth mentioning. But you, what method did you use to break through the Ultimate Agreement?"

Ignoring his "mutterings," March 7th sighed helplessly, "It seems there's no time for leisurely discussion..."

"Some opportunities, once missed, will never return." Chang Yeyue stopped trying to stop her.

The arrival of Lai Gushi transformed this seemingly impossible method into a lifeline in the face of death. For the sake of March 7th, she had no choice but to take the risk and do her best.

On March 7th, after closing his eyes for a moment, when he opened them again, there was nothing but resolute determination in his eyes.

"Then come on, offer up all of my memories..."

Chang Yeyue's form transformed into a scarlet jellyfish, but her voice became even sweeter and more childlike: "Throw this pebble, and let everything in the world..."

Let us be swallowed by the tide of oblivion.

In the darkness of night, the black and red bioluminescence of jellyfish illuminates a small, pristine area.

March 7th closed his eyes, and in his mental world, another version of himself playfully leaned his little face in front of him: "Okay. I promise you."

"What is frozen is the lie; what is forgotten is the truth."

On March 7th, a blood-red "pool" surged up beneath her feet, from which countless jellyfish floated and rose, gently lifting her, who had already lost consciousness, high into the sky.

In the spiritual world, March 7th slumbers in the ocean of memories, sinking like a doll, held in the palm of the enormous, long-night moon.

Meanwhile, "outside," the personality shift and the awakening of power have already been completed simultaneously.

A jet-black umbrella fluttered to her feet. The woman with pink hair picked up the umbrella handle, and as the canopy brushed against her body, a flowing black dress seemed to replace her previous attire, enveloping her.

Thus, the complete Long Night Moon was born!

She turned her graceful body and smiled sweetly.

"Now……"

A surging tide of black and red water erupted from behind him, severing the connection between the two worlds, and Laigus vanished. While the inhabitants of Ohma were still talking and busy, and the Golden Blood were completely unaware, the entire Onfaros had been "submerged"!

If we broaden our perspective to the universe, the colorful Onpharos Belt has transformed into a scarlet ribbon!

Then, as if nothing had ever happened, the "red" disappeared, and everyone went about their business as usual. But undeniably, the world had undergone irreversible changes.

The thrown stone has now fallen to the ground.

And the ripples it creates are only just beginning to show their power.