Calculating the future's trajectory is one thing, but changing a fixed future requires transcending calculation itself... Therefore, to achieve this, one must create some tangible existence and then grant it the most basic power to potentially alter the future.
Add a touch of adaptability to different Paths, granting it numerous possibilities; add a seed of rewinding from the end, giving it chances for trial and error; add a bit of extraordinary power, providing it the foundation for change... Disregard everything else, add everything possible, and the final result is a life, brief yet brilliant like fireworks.
But such a life held no possibility of changing the universe. So, it was cast into the cosmos, waiting for the day it encountered Trailblaze, then letting its short life officially begin, and finally, vanish.
Elio possessed the script, thus knowing Twilight's origins and the destiny she was originally meant to walk.
Forming bonds with the Express crew, ultimately passing away on the Xianzhou, and triggering turmoil within the crew. Though returning via the Transmutation Arcanum, her body is seized by Phantylia, causing widespread chaos, finally drawing Lan's intervention. Killed, then awakening the power to rewind, and through repeated cycles, realizing the only ending that breaks this causal loop of death is her own disappearance, ultimately choosing death herself.
This all matched exactly what Twilight was doing now. But the problem was, the original destiny made no mention of Twilight practically ascending to godhood!
If she truly ascended, then as a fellow Aeon, Lan's attack might not necessarily kill her. And compared to saving the Express crew, she could totally choose to find ways to become a true Aeon and save herself... Though difficult, she had infinite time; who could say for sure she wouldn't find a chance?
In destiny, her death was fated and held no possibility of change. Yet now, she had a chance to live! This was a possibility transcending Erudition's calculations and Finality's destiny—but Twilight chose not to take it.
She preferred using all her power at the moment of death to protect Caelus, never thinking of using it to preserve herself. She had the right to step off the written script, but ultimately, she didn't take that step.
"You only spent a year together, yet how many times have you repeated it now?" Elio said. "Such a short time, compared to the aeons you've truly lived now, should be insignificant, shouldn't it?"
Gambling one's entire existence for an insignificant sliver of life, was such an act worthwhile?
Twilight understood what Elio was asking. She couldn't be sure how others would answer this question, but for her, it was absolutely worth it.
"It wasn't just a year," Without answering Elio's question, Twilight simply tossed it to the ground, waved goodbye, and stepped directly into the river of time without looking back.
"It was a lifetime."
What did hundreds of millions of years matter? Just as many people live long lives existing only for a single moment, Twilight's life also continued for that one year of travel. The memories initially left could never be changed by any latecomers. To her, the time spent setting off together with everyone back then was like the single colored piece in a black and white puzzle; all other pieces, no matter how numerous, were merely its backdrop.
Don't ask; ask, and the answer is love!
What's the meaning of living on, all alone? Even if she truly tried everything and luckily survived, successfully outliving Yaoshi and becoming the true Abundance, it wasn't necessarily all good. After all, while Aeons possessed infinite power, they were bound by their own Path. Whereas Twilight now could do whatever she wanted, much freer.
As for breaking destiny, Twilight had zero interest in such things. She wasn't from this world originally, after all. What happened to this world's destiny in the end, whether it could be changed, what did it have to do with her?
If you like doing research, do it yourself. She was already doing more than enough by kindly helping the unfortunate Xianzhou people and Express crew, vaporized by their own god's AoE damage, survive. As for changing destiny, Twilight had absolutely no interest.
Dying and going home was the most practical outcome for her~
The universe was vast and boundless, but time and space had long ceased to be obstacles for Twilight. Walking from the Stellaron Hunter's base to Belobog on Jarilo-VI months ago was a matter of blinking for her.
Standing at the highest point of the entire city, Twilight watched her past self ruthlessly attacking the widow-and-orphan-like Cocolia and Bronya below, only able to sigh with 'tsk tsk'.
Violence... Too violent! No wonder the people of Belobog treated the Express crew like interstellar hooligans. Look at this behavior, resorting to violence at the drop of a hat, acting like gangsters. Phantylia seemed polite and refined in comparison.
And her past self was so arrogant back then! Even she herself, now Little Abundance, didn't dare act so brazenly! Yet her past self was even wilder?!
Anyway, Twilight was already prepared to snatch someone away, so she didn't mind teaching her past self a lesson along the way—after all, the setbacks she suffered back then, since she could now personally return the favor, how could she miss the chance~
Watching Cocolia charge towards the past Twilight with a face full of heroic sacrifice, Twilight smiled faintly, casually flicking out a strand of power and making her past self stumble. Seeing her past self standing there bewildered, completely failing to understand why a weakling like Cocolia could stagger her, Twilight felt she seemed to have discovered some new fun in bullying.
But this couldn't count as doing bad things. She wasn't bullying others; she was just beating up herself~
The next moment, Twilight gently extended a finger. Sky-covering vines erupted from every corner, sweeping towards the Express crew members! Even though the past Twilight was already top-tier among Emanators, facing such an onslaught, her defenses were instantly shattered, leaving her battered and wretched.
Towards March 7th, Dan Heng, and Welt, Twilight naturally held back. Although they looked somewhat pathetic rolling around a few times and flying quite far, they weren't actually injured. But the past Twilight didn't receive such good treatment. Her injuries were real, deep enough to see bone. Twilight even thoughtfully twisted her past self's arm into a pretzel; her miserable state was truly heartbreaking to behold.
Of course, Twilight didn't have a grudge against herself. She did this entirely to help her past self. After all, being too strong makes it hard to play pitiful. By creating such perfect injuries and opportunities for her past self, she should be thanking her~
Weighing the unconscious Caelus in her hand, a smile touched Twilight's lips—Perfectly distributed. Her past self could go farm experience with the other Express members, while she conveniently took this chance to farm some favorability from Caelus.
Sigh, combo skills really are most convenient when used with oneself~