Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 1581 - 62: The Phoenix Flies East

The cry of a baby, the laughter of a child, the sound of a teen running.

The voice of a youth delivering a speech, the breath of a middle-aged person, the cough of an elder.

Even submerged in water, countless sounds still traveled from distant places, echoing continuously beside her ear. They longed for a response, hoping someone would understand their ordinary yet unique lives.

Everyone voiced their desires during their prayers, the experiences they encountered in this world, those unfulfilled regrets, making them yearn for redemption.

As a unique Songstress, Shui Yanqing harbored a complex mentality towards the people around her.

She grew up in a research institute, as a child being the subject of study, making her acutely aware of her identity—that is, she was different from others, not quite the same as ’people.’

The concept of humanity in the Interstellar Era has become rather broad indeed; strictly speaking, various Newborn Races are sub-species extensions of humanity. Yet, in the Fifth Epoch and Sixth Era, people didn’t recognize each other, especially during the Fifth Epoch when wars broke out between all Newborn Races and the original humans, deeply embedding this concept of distinction in everyone’s minds.

She never quite managed to completely assimilate into this country; maybe she once hoped to be like everyone else, but in reality, it was just a wishful thought. That university experience made her deeply aware that the gulf of bloodline and physical structural differences is not easily bridged.

She knew, as a Songstress, there were quite a few who liked her, which made her grateful, but she was also very aware that there were many within the Federation who disliked her.

This is the environment shaped by history, one she cannot change, but must accept all that comes with these differences.

At first, she thought of being a niche Songstress, managing well the environment and people around herself, without seeking excessive power and influence.

But as the conflicts within the Federation intensified, such ideas became increasingly improbable; overwhelming extreme emotions and thoughts were spreading, even affecting the Elves who had been knocked out from the Federal Upper Echelon, not to mention an ’alien’ Songstress like her.

In this State, a letter from afar presented her with another path.

It was a kind reminder from the ’Deep Sea Alliance,’ also an olive branch they extended, and she happened to need this small vessel capable of long voyages, so she made the decision to prepare to leave this bustling Star Sea, heading to a farther place, more isolated yet free.

"Why linger when you could leave on your own on such matters?" Otibelo once asked her.

"I guess it’s about repaying the kindness an elder had once given me." Shui Yanqing thought for a while.

She had no relatives in this world, but there was someone with a very deep connection; the person could be said to have given her a second life, also providing much guidance in her growth process.

Throughout these years, she always wanted to fulfill the elder’s final wish, which was to unravel the current gene restrictions, reactivating the key to human evolution.

Unfortunately, as the chaos within the Federation grew, such hopes seemed destined to fail. However, if this path wasn’t feasible, she had another route, which was leaving the people in this Star Sea with options.

A life without choices is painful; no matter how good things are, if labeled as necessary and forced, they become detestable. The Federation brought order and safety, yet also brought their requisite rules and restrictions.

She neither wanted to have conflicts with them nor could she change herself to adapt to the current environment. The only choice was to leave.

The world isn’t just the Federation nor only the Milky Way, not even just this Universe; there’s always a distant paradise suitable for them, and if there isn’t, then they’ll build their own home somewhere undisturbed.

This was her only wish now, to provide those in similar situations an alternative choice—a choice to start a new home.

Brilliant strands of light descended from the void, intertwining her mind with countless minds from afar. Through this, she conveyed her song and wish to the people of this Star Sea.

Numerous azure-purple sands appeared within the Star Sea, like vast swarming fish, engulfing the world, then joyously converging to form a two-colored intertwining crown.

It was the paradise of swimming fish and aquatic plants, entwined strands of light meticulously weaving this beautiful creation, like a distant and fragile dream.

It was neither the scorching blazing sun but the moon’s reflection in the water, evading worldly restraints, sheltering that little wish.

Facing the rising azure-purple crown, above the Fifth Fleet, countless fiery strands of light gradually descended, like burning filaments, emitting dazzling rays, scorching and shattering this fragile dream.

The blazing sun of the Fire Lotus, the azure-purple moonlight, intertwined within this Star Sea, their ripples and tides spreading across the entire Star Sea, washing over the planets within the Star System, like Mars scouring the earth, with threads of pain unwinding.

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On the other side of the Eastern Star Region, spacious Starships broke through spatial ripples, advancing rapidly; they reached various inhabited stars in this Star Region, subsequently taking over local media and radio stations.

Before long, a familiar Songstress’ hologram appeared in street alleys.

"Hello everyone, I am Luo Fenghua, and this should be my last appearance before you." The Songstress was dressed in a luxurious white gown with red silk today, with long ribbons seemingly floating gently behind her.

"Do any of you wish to completely break away from your current living environment, establishing your own home in a distant place?"

"Or perhaps, longing for an endless journey and voyage, discovering countless unknowns and wonders within this Star Sea and Universe."

"Now, in this stagnant life, a new path is open, are you willing to leave everything behind and give it a try?"

"I am Luo Fenghua, and also now a Messenger of the ’Deep Sea Alliance,’ inviting you to board the vessel for a voyage outside of the Milky Way, into the distant Universe."

"This journey will be long, and fortunately, we have prepared enough conditions to achieve it."

"The Hibernation technology that has enabled centuries of slumber, and potions allowing people to attain dream-like longevity, will extend your life span, broadening its scope to experience scenery and experiences fleeting in brief times."

"If all prior societal forms demand continuous repetitive lives, then the other choice of civilization, which also represents a more progressive option, is to continuously enter new and unknown fields, letting countless fresh colors fill life, extending its length."

"This might be the only time in centuries that Federation residents can choose a different life, if you yearn for this path, then join us."

"This is the last opportunity before the mansion collapses."

Though the Federation hasn’t yet seen wars raging fully, all signs indicate that a gigantic change and conflict are inevitable in the future, no one can guarantee their safety a hundred percent.

Faced with the invitation from this renowned Songstress of the Eastern Star Region, many hesitated, especially when Luo Fenghua, with her expanding spiritual consciousness, placed this wish and choice before everyone.

Not everyone lives a happy and joyful life, nor is everyone satisfied with everything they possess, especially many with dim prospects and those disheartened and disappointed in life, they crave intensely for a wholly new start, like restarting in a game, managing a new life anew.

This broadcast unfolded on projection screens and space stations on each inhabited star, inundating residents witnessing this scene with countless information.

"The Shuttles for reception will arrive at each area within three days, please gather at the locations specified in the table below, we will accept those choosing this path, initiating a grand new maritime voyage, pioneering the new boundaries of human civilization."

Thus, those majestic warships deployed numerous Heavy Shuttles, like thousands of meteors, piercing the atmosphere, each inscribed with dark blue ocean currents—the emblem of the ’Deep Sea Alliance.’

Today, now, at this moment, a brilliant Phoenix soared amidst the branches.

A thousand sails arranged, clouds surged forth, countless fleets set sail once more.