Was that a reflection in the mirror or an illusion from the deepest recesses of his memories?
It was difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.
The moment the silver mirror appeared, everything seemed to float away like bubbles. Only the woman in the mirror raised her hand and extended it towards Woodman, who was still on the gallows.
It crossed the boundary between reality and illusion and broke through the endless passage of time.
It landed on his forehead.
Such a gentle touch, but it brought about a terrifying impact that felt like a falling star.
An invisible storm erupted from that slender, white index finger. Huai Shi only felt his vision darken. The countless consciousnesses in his soul involuntarily jumped for a moment, as if they were about to split into thousands of Huai Shi's.
He subconsciously took a step back.
However, that illusion had already dissipated in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, however, a shrill cry rang out. It was so loud and shrill.
The dying Original Sin Beast was howling and roaring.
An invisible storm had been stirred up.
To Huai Shi, it was just an impact that caused him to take a step back. However, in Woodman's eyes, it had already become a terrifying flood that swallowed up the entire world.
In front of that finger, a small ripple spread out, casually triggering an endless chain reaction. It absorbed the remnants of disaster and scattered Origin Substances in the air. The invisible storm began to take shape.
Within the Reality Domain, the Ascendants who had been contaminated and corroded by the solidification couldn't help but let out sorrowful cries. They felt the pain of an ice-cold scalpel stabbing into their skulls. Immediately afterwards, they couldn't help but be immersed in an invisible wave of warmth.
Wisps of Sin of Darkness rose up from their corrupted souls and flew into the distance, ushering in purification and annihilation.
However, to Woodman, this wave of warmth was like lava that completely swallowed him up.
It was as if a nuclear bomb had exploded right in front of him.
The Febrile Wind spread out, and everything in its path was peeled off.
The seven-headed dragon's corpse spasmed violently. Countless scales rapidly turned to dust and were blown backwards. Immediately afterwards, its flesh, organs, and even its pale white bones were all reduced to dust.
Within the pure white storm domain, no other color existed.
No other sound could be heard. The entire world was silent.
Nothing else could be seen. Everything had disappeared into the distant darkness.
There was only pain, endless pain. Burning, freezing, tearing, crushing, swelling, piercing, slashing, devouring, dismembering … The endless pain swallowed Woodman like an ocean.
But the pain only lasted for a moment.
Then, he disappeared.
It was like an angry slap in the face. It was just an accidental loss of self-control, but it didn't last long.
When the waves of pain in the deepest part of his soul receded, only Woodman was left crawling forward on the pale beach.
He spasmed and struggled, but he no longer had the strength to move.
It was no longer a poisonous stream of nothingness, nor was it the ferocious form of a solidified being. Under the authority of the White God, the last remnants of its consciousness actually turned around for a brief moment, and it regained its former appearance.
He was already on the verge of death.
As for that pair of dark green eyes, they were still quietly looking down.
There was neither sorrow nor joy.
"… Pelagya, is that you?"
He stared at the pair of eyes, and the expression in his eyes changed. It was as if he was looking at a dream from the past, and it was hard to tell whether it was fear or surprise.
It was unbelievable.
At the same time, he couldn't touch it.
No matter how he reached out to touch it, he couldn't feel the temperature of the illusion again.
This was the distance of indifference.
"Long time no see, Woodman."
Pelagya raised her hand, pulled back the messy hair on her forehead, and asked in confusion, "It seems that the great future in hell isn't as beautiful as you think, right?"
"Ha, stupid words."
Woodman panted with difficulty and shook his head. "Is there any beautiful place in this world?"
"Of course there is."
Pelagya replied, "But it has been destroyed by you. Do you still remember?
When everything collapsed, you witnessed it yourself. All the people who were killed, their faces and eyes are still in your memory.
You have done all of this with your own hands, Woodman. "
Woodman was stunned on the spot.
He was silent for a long time, and he couldn't help but sneer.
It was so mocking.
"Yes, it's me." He asked, "Are you here to judge me?"
"Of course."
Pelagya nodded. "I have never forgotten your betrayal, Woodman, even after so many years. This is the evil karma you deserve."
"This cold look really doesn't suit you, Pelagya."
Woodman grinned and felt the ridicule and absurdity of fate. "I thought it would be that guy Vitaly … Haha, hahahaha …
In the end, even the eternally compassionate and gentle White God has to do this kind of dirty work?
I really want to see your cruel look, Pelagya. "
He asked teasingly, "Or, even you don't have redemption to give me?"
In the long silence, no one responded.
There was only a calm look.
Pelagya stared at the pair of unfamiliar eyes. There was no hatred or disgust.
She reached out and stroked the face of the betrayer.
It was so gentle.
"Shouldn't you have understood long before this?"
White God bent down and whispered in the sinner's ear, "You have embarked on the path of rebellion. What awaits you ahead is only the endless abyss and hell.
Even if the realm is right behind you, you can never turn back. "
"I won't be furious, but I don't have any more mercy to give you. Woodman, you have to remember that I am Pelagya, Beloberg of the Kingdom of Heaven. I have only left you with a curse. In the destruction that you deserve — "
Such a calm narration, without any hatred or hatred, but with an obsession that was far more resolute than those things.
She cruelly and straightforwardly made a conclusion.
"Even if one day, everything ushers in destruction and end, all things burn in flames, all lives wither in darkness, all sins usher in reckoning and judgment.
What awaits you is only eternal pain and nothingness in the hell that you have created with your own hands. "
She said:
"— Only you can't get any redemption or relief!"
The moment the judgment came, the last peaceful place in the depths of the soul collapsed.
The barrier of the bubble broke, revealing the endless storm of Origin Substance in the distance.
The poison of annihilation, the original sins he had accumulated, and even more, the hatred and pain from more dead people. In the long and endless time, for seventy years, the endless despair and thoughts that had sunk into the abyss.
At this moment, all of them were pulled out from the records of the Book of Destiny.
The killing intent and emotions of nothingness were given substance, forming a storm that could shake all consciousness, a dark ocean that could destroy all souls.
Now, under White God's will, the chaotic color that could melt hell raised a monstrous wave and swept toward the last embankment.
It nibbled at his soul and stripped away his consciousness bit by bit.
It was as if thousands of pairs of painful hands were slowly and cruelly tearing him apart, pulling him into the despair that he had created with his own hands!
Even if it would only exist in this short moment.
But for those who fell into it, it would be endless suffering and torture that would last for eternity.
"This is the ending worthy of you, Woodman."
Pelagya said her goodbyes calmly. Just like that, she watched as the tide slowly rose and engulfed Woodman on the beach bit by bit, dragging him into the eternal void where only torment existed.
She ignored the cries and pleas from the sea, shouting and urging her to stay.
She coldly turned around and left.
She never looked back.
Everything came to an end in an instant.
Eternal judgment, eternal torture, and eternal ravaging.
At the end of the endless suffering, the broken soul was completely annihilated.
Even in the deepest part of the Land of Dreams, inside the sealed stone coffin, the shriveled corpse was spasming in pain. Dark blood flowed out of the body, quickly evaporating and disappearing.
In the spreading destruction, the corpse trembled, and its eyes suddenly opened.
A silent roar!
An invisible storm followed the connection between the Origin Substance and came in reverse. Then, it exploded with a sorrowful cry!
It swept toward the world of the traitors in front of it, swallowing everything it saw along the way.
The alarm sounded!
In the core, the slumbering Wescott woke up from his endless dream. But when he wanted to cut off the stairway to heaven that led to the gamble, it was already too late.
Countless evil thoughts and good thoughts entangled together, forming an explosion that could tear all souls apart, causing all the solidifiers to fear!
A shocking pale-white color gushed out from the coffin, rumbling and spreading, sweeping across the entire underground sealed area in an instant.
Only the wails of countless solidifiers could be heard as their souls exploded.
The anger from the White God descended here, guiding the anger and despair that had been sleeping for seventy years to set off an invisible wave, covering everything within its reach.
The sound of cracking could be heard incessantly.
After a long, long time, when the terrifying storm completely subsided, Wescott's projection descended, and no remnants of the Poison Stream could be found.
In the broken stone coffin, the corpse shattered silently, turning into dust.
The soul within had already disappeared.
Only a crack remained here, extending downwards into the depths of the Land of Dreams. It pierced straight through the layers of seals and restrictions, piercing through the seal.
All the soul fragments that had been sealed and frozen in the shackles had already disappeared without a trace.
They went away with the storm.
Disappeared without a trace.
.
In the darkness, in those nightmares filled with despair and pain, Vitaly suddenly opened his eyes.
In the quiet town in the illusion, he looked around in a daze and heard the sound of something shattering … Cracks appeared all around the town.
In the sky, countless white cracks intersected.
The turbulence suddenly enveloped the entire Mirror of Day and Night.
But when Vitaly tried to stabilize it, he discovered that everything was out of his control. Those illusions, those shattered souls preserved in bubbles, and the world in front of him no longer responded to his calls.
He ran through the streets in a sorry state, shouting at the silent houses on both sides.
But no one responded.
The sky, the earth, the lights, everything was quickly moving away from him.
But when everything disappeared without a trace, in the world of nothingness, he once again saw the illusion that had appeared in his dreams countless times.
Smiling, at the end of the crack, she waved at him.
Her green eyes were filled with gentleness.
Vitaly was stunned on the spot, stiff, like a fool.
"Pela … Geya?"
He took a step forward, not daring to touch the illusion. "Pela, is that you?"
What responded to him was a light hug.
With a gentle temperature.
It was so familiar.
She used so much force, as if she was afraid that she would leave him again. She called his name, and warm tears fell on his neck.
"I'm back, Weija."
White God, who had returned, smiled and shed tears. "Are you okay?"
Vitaly hesitated, timidly and uneasily reaching out his hand to respond to her hug. But when he felt this familiar scene again, he couldn't feel his emotions surging.
Ecstasy!
He couldn't suppress his shout, responded to her hug, and immersed himself in this short illusion.
"Follow me! Pela, I have something to show you. "
Holding her hand, Vitaly turned around and looked for the town in the distance. He wanted to show her everything he had done all these years and introduce her to those children back then.
But when he turned around, he found that the town he was familiar with had already appeared behind Pela.
Those familiar children, and even more, those who had been lost in hell, and those who had returned, were all looking at him with gentle smiles.
They waved goodbye.
At that moment, Vitaly was stunned.
He seemed to have understood something.
"Wait!"
He raised his hand and wanted to stop her, but he saw Pela's smile in front of him.
She suddenly reached out and pushed him away.
She was so determined that she didn't allow him to refute or question her.
"Goodbye, Weija."
She said goodbye softly, "It's been hard on you for so many years."
Behind Vitaly, a door that led to the light opened again.
It swallowed that sorry figure.
It disappeared.
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Ivory Tower, Great Library.
The busy work continued. The scholars rushed around and checked the data sent from all sides, but the noise didn't disturb the old man sleeping soundly on the counter.
The dark and thin old man was drooling and snoring. He put his bare feet on the counter and scratched himself from time to time when he turned over.
However, the people around him didn't dare to disturb him when they passed by. Instead, they carefully lowered their voices.
Only a panicked shout was not concealed at all.
Ania rushed in and agilely passed by the people blocking her way. She landed on the table and almost lost her balance. However, she didn't care about her messy hair and grabbed the old man's arm and shook it crazily.
"Not good! Not good! Something happened! "
When Krishna wiped his saliva and opened his eyes, she had already carried him and ran again. His thin body swayed in the wind and his head hit the door frame in the air.
Pa!
Then, without waiting for him to speak, she hit him again!
"Be gentle! Be gentle! "
Krishna pressed his hand on his hair and complained helplessly, "What's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry? What did your teacher do this time? Oh my god! He won't even let a retired old man go! "
"Although he's my teacher, this is different from that! It's … It's that … Anyway, you'll know when you see it! "
Aniya replied incoherently, kicking down who knows how many doors along the way.
She rushed into the silent hall.
There, many people had already rushed over. Whether it was Yangzi, Raymond, Anton, or the other teachers, they all stood in the distance and looked at everything in the hall in a daze.
In the center of the hall, there was a majestic and gorgeous giant mirror that was dozens of meters tall. It was emitting a faint light and didn't have the silence of the past.
However, what was more eye-catching was the thin figure in front of the mirror.
His hair was white and his black clothes were as black as ink. The long robe was decorated with golden threads.
Majestic and cold.
So familiar.
"Vi … Thali? You can come out?! "
In the sudden shock, Krsna's eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets. However, when he came back to his senses, he couldn't help but dance in ecstasy. He shouted, laughed, and danced.
Krsna rushed forward, hugged him, and patted his back with all his might.
"Welcome back, old friend!"
"Mm."
The middle-aged man with white hair nodded. "I'm back."
When he looked at the giant mirror in front of him, his once cold face was already covered in tears.
"Did you see it, Pelageya?"
He called out to the distant figures.
"I'm back."
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