Prologue: The Origin of All Things - Atarince.

In an endless expanse of time and space, four massive consciousnesses are bidding farewell. The voice of a smoky dark silver galaxy spoke first, saying, "Shattered, all mass and spirit. Abandoned, all experiences and memories. Life, ceases to exist in essence. Only for the pursuit of love and hope. Incomprehensible. However..."

The view of the dark silver galaxy is from a galactic perspective, but if one were to zoom in to the solar system level, one would see billions of sparkling planetary-level computing nodes that make up the galaxy. Between these nodes, light waves beyond human visibility constantly connect and surge, and with the words of the dark silver galaxy, thick arcs of white electricity flash among them.

In fact, using language to describe this information is not accurate. Somehow, the dark silver galaxy directly manipulated gravity waves to project the information to the other three supreme consciousnesses, a distance of tens of thousands of light years, in less than a split second.

However, even in the short moment it took, the fate of being interrupted by other supreme beings of the same level could not be avoided.

Before the dark silver galaxy finished speaking, another consciousness spoke up, saying, "Old Three, can you change the way you speak? The little white, soft, fragrant, and small one from 2 billion years ago used to cling to me without letting go, but how did it become like this now?"

Yes, although the voice is blasphemous to human scientific knowledge when it spreads in a vacuum and it is unthinkable that a voice can transmit in real-time across tens of thousands of light-years, this lady, who can give observers all the impressions of "grandmother, mother, lover, and mother goddess" through her voice at a glance, interrupted the dark silver galaxy's speech with a reproachful tone.

"Rejection, highest computing power required. Humanoid form, inefficient calculation. Jiang Shangjie's method must be used to achieve complete success."

"I know..." There was a hint of melancholy in the tone of the lady. "I know that every child will shed their old appearance as they grow up, even if their mother is unwilling. But this is the fate of the cosmic level."

"Old Three must maintain the purest logic circuit to explore the ultimate in technology; Old Two must continue to hold himself like all myths imagine the highest god, without laughing or joking; Jiang Shangjie, you are the most true to yourself, but the path of seeking truth has also become your shackles. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you all..."

"You don't have to blame yourself. Speaking of which, aren't you also bound by your own choices?" Another supreme consciousness said, with a faint smile in their words, as if innocent and wise, as if an old man with white hair, "Furthermore, I am actually filled with joy on this journey. What we see, experience, and encounter in the countless reincarnations entangled in this galaxy, what kind of intelligent life we encounter, what kind of story we create, and at the end of countless cycles of stories, finding the path to universal rebirth, and finding her along the way. Don't you think this is a romantic thing?"

"Jiang Shangjie is right..." The last supreme consciousness sat on the galaxy cloud platform, with lowered eyebrows and eyes...