One side was dressed in a black coat, holding a bronze-colored long rod, its distinct edges appearing exceptionally heavy, clearly a Transcendent Blade. Opposite him was a young elf woman, holding emerald-colored dual swords, with eerie butterfly wings continuously flashing behind her.

"So it's someone from the 'Bussen Magnetic Electric School', it's a pity there's no steel facility here for your school's magnetic power to be displayed." The elf woman's eyes glimmered, the brilliance within constantly analyzing the opponent.

"Hmph, there's no need for your reminder." The opponent's voice was steady, then swung the bronze mechanical long rod again.

This long rod had multiple modules, which created different interference fields when operated according to different magical power trajectories. At this moment, the purple-red imprint patterns lit up again, and a series of tiny black dots rapidly approached from the distant sky, then whistled at the elf wielding the dual swords in the air.

Clang, hiss, sizzle...

The emerald dual swords slashed swiftly with the elf's dance, cutting and shredding the approaching metallic fragments into sparks-emitting sand grains. She then soared high again, the wings behind her flashing instantly, accelerating her figure to the extreme, slicing through the opponent's side along seven fierce trajectories, leaving a trail of flying blood.

After finishing, the elf turned back, hovering in the air again, overlooking the opponent falling to the ground. Without pausing, she rushed towards another battlefield in the sky to resolve the invading faction elites.

"She's from the 'Clipping Double Swords' school." In the battle, someone recognized the source of the elf's exquisite technique.

Among the various Transcendent Factions of the Natural Sequence, 'Clipping Double Swords' is undoubtedly one of the most ancient and powerful schools, especially in one-on-one combat, rare are the rivals. Its fighting style is splendid, also exceptionally fierce, but the talent requirement is extremely high. Otherwise, one may only learn halfway, which is less stable compared to other Transcendent Factions.

In the scene, besides members from the 'Clipping Double Swords' faction, there were also many similar Natural Sequence factions, such as 'Thorny Poison', 'Demonic Red Butterfly Dance', 'Seven Dew Lotus Rain', 'Moon Chord Harmony', 'Forged Tree Iron Branch', 'Wind-wrapped Intense Blossoms', etc. Many high-ranking Transcendents were present, who were mostly original inhabitants of the planet, having intricate relationships with local Elf Factions.

These agile High Rank Extraordinary Ones were thriving in the environment veiled by the World Tree, as the World Tree itself generated abundant Natural Sequence magic power, adding significantly to their combat advantage. Even other Transcendents of the Same Rank from different Sequences find it hard to outmatch them in such an environment.

With the ongoing resistance, more and more local faction Transcendents joined in, making the push and occupation face greater resistance, also causing the commanders at the rear to start worrying about whether to lift the ban on using firearms and artillery as actual war weapons.

This operation must succeed, they cannot let Evelyn escape, that's the final bottom line for the operatives.

Fortunately, as the sun set in the west, waves of sacred singing resounded from distant planets and space, and the invisible ripples began spreading in the outer space of this planet.

[Synchronization with the Sea of Aijieka begins]

[Prelude Level 1623 subsystems check completed, starting consecutive connections]

[Chorus Level 591 tier modules constructed, ready for accommodation]

[Ode Level 31 personalities prepared, Artificial Angels are in place]

[Self-check completed, 'Throne' system ready]

...

In the silent outer space, a massive starship expanded into a grand circular array, seemingly with countless tiny threads probing into the void, beginning to communicate with the many life wills hundreds and thousands of light years away.

The singing became louder, like a grand bell slowly resonating, the echoing sound spreading like tides. Then, one by one, tiny light spots lit up over the Aijieka Sea, constantly converging, traversing through the void of the Aijieka Sea, and then gently descending upon this world.

In the serene night sky, splendid ribbons like transitioning red clouds gradually appeared, intertwining and interweaving, chasing and twining each other continuously ascending to form that magnificent outline phantom.

Inside the Titan Flagship, Prin sat on the rose-decorated Throne, in the hall stood priests with faces shrouded in red gauze, assisting the young girl in achieving the monumental feat of lifting the sun.

Across time and space, countless wills and voices connected, harboring various emotions, from worship to envy, resentment to fear, and pleas to lament. These mental awarenesses amalgamated into a gigantic torrent converging here.

On the Throne, Prin grasped the armrest tightly, her brows twisted and tightened, with bright red strands constantly emerging and coursing like a runaway wild horse.

Thin blood began to spill from her mouth corner, she opened her eyes, staring dead ahead at the empty ground, as if blood-red liquid was flowing within her pupils.

Damn it... this isn't at all...

The violent turbulence in the sea of consciousness kept impacting her awareness, rendering her unable to speak or think. If she could, Prin would definitely curse at this moment, wondering who started this claim that once reached the Sunlit Level, one could raise the Crown.

Finally, she understood the immense pressure that Ores bore back in those days, if not for her spirit being tempered by the special rituals of the 'Red Robe Death God Sect', she might have already collapsed.