Xing Chen didn't believe he had the ability to persuade Prythian to his side with just words.

She, here, was the remnant of a civilization, and also the hope of a civilization.

Leaving her beloved and sleeping alone in the Internalized Universe for ten thousand years would have been impossible without strong rationality and faith.

Theresa still wanted to try, but Xing Chen stopped her.

If another situation where the flower field was shown to the Seer occurred, he would truly be powerless to turn the tide.

"Aren't you going to keep trying to convince me?"

Prythian's tone held a hint of expectation, but both Xing Chen and Theresa shook their heads.

"If you don't convince me, I'll destroy you with Originium, you know."

"No, Prythian, we still hope you'll stand on our side. It's just... we want to convince you by letting you experience a new life."

Xing Chen's idea was not unfounded; the Seer was also a member of the Pre-civilization, and likewise bore the responsibility of the Pre-civilization.

Why would he feel that he should support the current civilization? Was it because he was kind-hearted?

Yes, but that was only part of it.

The other part was that he had genuinely lived on Terra, with the people of Terra, with Theresa and Amiya.

Why is the concern some 'celestial dragons' show for ordinary people sickening? Because it's only the life they imagine.

"Interesting, I accept this invitation," Prythian's lips curved slightly upwards as she leaned back in her chair, looking at Xing Chen and Theresa, "Now, back to the previous question, how do you plan to get me out?"

"I think you've had the answer from the beginning." Xing Chen's gaze swept from the top of Theresa's head to Prythian's face, "Through the Continuity of Civilization."

Theresa was the Demon King who had delved deepest into the Crown's development in Sarkaz history, but she had only mastered operations such as memory deletion and simple information decompression.

Following Xing Chen, she also gained some knowledge in areas like space, dimensions, and information editing, allowing her to open portals and make simple modifications to reality.

Above her was Amiya, the Furnace Core Finale, who possessed the ability to freely traverse different possibilities and seal stories and their characters.

Sarkaz unofficial histories may not be entirely accurate, but they certainly contain reasonable and true elements.

This indicates that the actual function of the Continuity of Civilization might be very complex.

"I understand, you want to package my information through the Continuity of Civilization and then bring it out of the Internalized Universe."

Xing Chen's heart was in his throat; he didn't know if Prythian would agree. Because this involved two issues.

One was the control authority of Originium; if packaged and brought out through the Continuity of Civilization, the knowledge would remain, but the authority would definitely be gone.

The second was self-identification; Prythian was the will of Originium, and the one before them might only be a part of the existence named Prythian, and more Prythians might appear later.

Her main body was still lying in the core of Rhodes Island, and it was highly likely to be an existence that would not communicate amicably with the people of Terra.

"Okay, I agree. I want to know how you will convince me."

"Uh, then the Originium authority..."

"It's still in Prythian's, that is, 'my' hands, but I can't use it. Besides, aren't you also planning to take this Originium from my hands?"

"What if another you appears on Rhodes Island..."

"That's even simpler. Whoever is stronger is the true one. We've always followed this principle since the end of the Clone Wars."

This was a good method, directly skipping various philosophical debates and most directly resolving the problem of the true and false Monkey Kings.

Xing Chen was a bit worried about whether the good Prythian could beat the bad Prythian; the saying that 'whitewashing weakens by a third' was not unfounded.

The elites on the island were the same; they were mediocre when fighting externally, but went for the kill when fighting among themselves.

"Theresa, come, sit next to me." Prythian widened her chair and patted it, gesturing for her to sit beside her.

Theresa was also bold and sat down next to Prythian. Seeing this, Theresis also moved closer to their position.

Xing Chen hoped he was overthinking; this Prythian was still very friendly.

Prythian held Theresa's head towards herself, their foreheads touching.

"I feel... knowledge entering my mind."

"This is a program I've set up. You don't need to understand it; just activate it. It's a fool-proof operation."

Saying that, Prythian conjured a cup and had Theresa try to package it.

Theresa placed her hand on the cup, and a yellow liquid flowed from her palm, enveloping the cup, eventually forming—a yellow egg.

Then, Theresa grabbed it with her hand, and the yellow egg disappeared.

"Now, can you still feel it?"

Theresa nodded; a special piece of information seemed to have appeared within the Crown.

Xing Chen also felt this strangeness. Suddenly, he noticed that Theresa seemed to want to put this information with the existing information in the Crown.

Don't put everything on the C drive!

So, he was quick-witted and, before Theresa, created a new folder and put the cup in it.

Afterward, Theresa also easily and smoothly took the cup out.

"Prythian, I want to say I'm sorry."

Theresa said to Prythian with her head down, full of apology.

"I deleted the Doctor's memories, and I completely changed your ship beyond recognition..."

Prythian claimed to have just woken from dormancy; whether she knew about the Doctor and Rhodes Island was unclear to anyone.

Xing Chen persuaded Theresa to apologize proactively and explain things clearly, which was better than Prythian finding out about it herself.

Generally speaking, if one might be in the wrong, apologizing proactively is most likely to lead to forgiveness.

However, it's not impossible for some scoundrels, upon hearing your apology, to completely shirk their responsibilities and even escalate things; such people must be dealt with severely.

Prythian definitely wouldn't be that kind of person; otherwise, her status in the Pre-civilization wouldn't be so high.

"It's okay, spinal gray spikes were never a good thing anyway," Prythian drew circles on the table with her hand, seemingly also with guilt, "People should make choices based on their own will, not some thought imprint or implant."

"I implanted the gray spike in him, and he didn't wake me up on time. If you put it that way, we both betrayed each other..."

"Miss Prythian..."

"I'm fine, Theresa. Speaking of which, I should thank you for giving the Seer freedom. I also don't want my compatriots to be mere puppets of an implant."

"Then his memories..."

"I believe, with the bond between me and the Seer, he won't forget me."