Chapter 820: Methods to Kill an Aeon; Rebirth of the

Under the gaze of March 7th, Bai Xuan, Welt Yang, and Qingque, Stelle walked slowly up the steps and stepped onto the center of the Matrix of Exhaustive Observation.

And in the center of that ancient and vast array, Kafka still had her feet off the ground, half-suspended in the air, as if standing on nothing, giving a sense of being independent from the world.

Kafka's expression was calm, her gaze moving with the gray-haired, golden-eyed girl, her eyes carrying a hint of nostalgia and some concern.

It was like looking at a child she hadn't seen in a long time.

Stelle could naturally read this.

She knew even better that her relationship with the "Stellaron Hunters" was quite unusual... or perhaps, she was a member of the "Stellaron Hunters" herself.

—After the collective cultivation of the five, in addition to Stelle's strength being enhanced, her entire mental fortitude had also completed a qualitative leap, and she had incidentally broken the psychological suggestion Kafka had planted.

But her memory hadn't recovered much; she only knew that she had suddenly appeared on the space station.

She had no idea what had happened before or what she had done.

The first time she remembered these things, her heart was full of anxiety.

She was afraid that she had once been a sinner, had committed unforgivable mistakes, was afraid that Bai Xuan would distance himself from her because of this, and was afraid that everything she currently had would drift away from her.

When she poured out all her memories and the insecurity in her heart, she was met only with a warm embrace and the reconnection of body and soul.

Precisely because of this, Stelle had many things she wanted to ask and wanted to know.

She looked at Kafka, who had washed away her leaden appearance and remained in her most simple form, her mood very complex:

"Kafka..."

"Hi, Stelle." Kafka replied with a faint smile.

"You've changed a lot... your temperament is mature, your strength is stronger, it's quite good."

"You've changed a lot... your strength is stronger, your temperament is mature, it's quite good."

Stelle shook her head: "You look good... not disheveled."

"Really?"

Kafka smiled slightly, like a mother hearing a child's greeting.

"That's good, I wouldn't want '137' to be a terrible memory for you." ===== CHAPTER 822 =====