The battle has ended.

The dazzling light pillar stream in the sky dissipated, and the sun that once scorched the entire planet disappeared, leaving behind only the residual warmth in the sky and some fragmented halos.

The silver moon still hangs high, under its protection, balancing the unbalanced temperature and climate on this planet.

Two days later, this magnificent Moon Crown slowly receded and descended, and the planet's environment gradually returned to calm.

In the high atmosphere's Floating Courtyard, many Silver Wings watched nervously at the horizon, at the descending Silver Star, still filled with lingering fear and unease.

They were unaware of why their Solar Crowns were destroyed in an instant, nor where the stream that traversed the Star Sea originated from.

Could it be that another powerful Holy Solar Crown interfered here and participated in the battle? This was their only understanding, followed by fear for their future fate.

In the Fifth Epoch, the battles between the Black Suns were extremely cruel, and if their Sun fell, it would be followed by extinction actions against their favored to prevent them from regrouping into a new Solar Crown.

With unease about the future, these Sky Courtyards began to enter a state of preparation for battle, with large floating war machines hovering, ready to engage.

"No matter what enemy it is, we must hold on; this is the paradise bestowed upon us by His Holiness Xi Aiflian; even other Holy Suns can't easily interfere here." Although uncertain, the current high-ranking Silver Wings could only persuade themselves in this way, barely calming their fellow kin.

Meanwhile, at the headquarters of the Fede Alliance.

The stone-built grand hall was extraordinarily quiet, not because it was deserted, but because it was now filled with representatives from various forces and settlements, all wary and respectful, gazing at the silver-haired girl at the end of their sight, who had her back to them.

Her once black hair had turned into a pure and beautiful silver, with a silver crescent moon still lingering on her brow, and her wrist, peeking from her sleeve, bore a pattern of laurel leaves. If observed closely, there seemed to be a faint silver halo behind her head.

As the price for raising the Crown, Tilan also bore signs similar to Blanchi, these beautiful vein-like imprints, and revealing features made her image gradually resemble an Angel or a Divine.

Luckily, this time the scale of raising the Crown wasn't large, and with her Color Level Songstress talent, these features would gradually fade in a few weeks, returning to her usual form.

Gazing at the inscribed stone walls within the hall, Tilan stood silently, then turned to face everyone after a while.

It wasn't that she intentionally kept everyone waiting, but she had just ended the Moon Crown's status, and even a casual glance would put everyone into a state of unconsciousness, so she needed to close her eyes to calm down for a while.

Now, her eyes still shimmering with silver brilliance scanned everyone, as if an invisible ripple swept through them, causing many to turn pale and unsteady, but fortunately, Tilan's gentle nature made the unintentional spiritual ripple not very aggressive, allowing them to endure.

This is the majesty of the Holy Sun, no wonder no one in history dared to directly face such great beings; many thought silently, feeling more awe in their hearts, trying to remain humble under this gaze.

"The risen Solar Crown has fallen." This was Tilan's first speech after leaving the Moon Crown state.

Though she didn't deliberately use any ability, her gentle voice seemed to possess a magic power, almost the instant she spoke, it immersed everyone present, as if no other sound existed in the world, and this voice appeared to be the most beautiful thing in existence, unforgettable.

Watching this scene, Tilan paused slightly, feeling a bit helpless; speaking like this was akin to those bewitching Witches in mythology, not hypnosis, yet more persuasive than brainwashing.

No wonder during Isenisha's reign, no one ever opposed her, perhaps as soon as she spoke, no one could refuse her requests.

Taking a shallow breath to calm her thoughts, Tilan spoke again.

"Now that the struggle has ended, this planet should no longer witness large-scale war or disaster."

"However, there are some things I need to tell everyone." The silver-haired Songstress gently narrated.

"The Fifth Epoch you are familiar with ended more than 1200 years ago, and the outside world has undergone earth-shattering changes."

A few Flying Birds passed outside the hall window, their shadows altering the ground.

"It is now the Sixth Era of the Rose Federation ruling the Milky Way, they are the descendants of the original humans, who defeated all the Suns of the Fifth Epoch and created an era of peace without Black Suns."

Tilan turned her gaze outside to the gradually orange-red dusk, took a step, and continued to narrate.

"Isenisha, the Pioneer of the Rose Federation, the great Songstress, through her lifetime actions reversed the situation of the entire Milky Way, ending that long night."

"In the following centuries, the Rose Federation has been committed to restoring the ecological environment within the Milky Way, allowing more ordinary people to survive and lead relatively abundant lives."

"This beautiful scene has lasted for nearly six hundred years, and the population of the Rose Federation has expanded to over ten trillion, with many once-devastated Star Systems rejuvenated."