The 100,000 compound eyes of the Holy Mother of Silver Lotus contracted simultaneously as Nian'an’s torrent of consciousness tore through the parasitic network she had cultivated for three thousand cycles. The remnants of Nian'an that had risen from the riverbed of time transformed into crystalline chains, binding the giant cocoon into a glowing chrysalis.
"Mother, look," the Nian'ans from seventy-two space-times whispered in unison across the timeline. "These are the final memories of every vessel."
Emerald data streams erupted across the surface of her compound eyes, and the Holy Mother of Silver Lotus let out a shriek that shattered stars. She saw:
In the Mirror Lake at the deepest part of the Soul-Forging Valley, the Watcher masks she had carved with her own hands were melting;
The Root of Corruption sleeping beneath the Eternal Night City suddenly bloomed with pure white flowers;
On the snow-covered Cliff of First Cry, the Black Lotus seeds that were supposed to be implanted into the infants were now taking root in her own chest...
Chapter 67