In the dead silence, everything seemed to be frozen.
The rain of blood that fell from the sky was infected by the frost that soared into the sky. It stopped in the cold wind, and the world fell into a solemn silence.
Only the roars and loud noises from the sky could be heard.
When the dazzling flash of light flashed from the sky, a sharp and ear-piercing collision sound came from the crack in the blood-red sky.
The world was trembling violently before this mighty force that came out of nowhere.
Then, the dark clouds shattered, and endless light spewed out from the sky. Countless flesh and blood grew like trees, and the hands of the premature child struggled to grab the crack in the sky.
It was as if it couldn't wait to give birth.
But was it the cry of joy of birth, or the cry of pain and sorrow of death?
No one could say for sure whether the mournful cry was filled with joy and despair. Soon after, a huge broken body fell from the sky, burning and crushing the collapsed clouds, emitting a radiance of aging and despair.
It was the sun.
The sun was falling.
Because the eternal night was coming.
"Come, Luo Xian."
Huai Shi clenched the hilt of his sword and whispered softly, "I will bet everything I have —"
At that moment, the white horse bathed in blood followed the prince's roar and stomped its iron hooves. It followed the last light and charged towards the enemy.
The sword was raised, leading the last light to cut the darkness in front of it.
He turned his back to the mournful sun and moved forward. His figure seemed to be melting in the brilliant and mournful sun.
Like the prince.
Shining.
Countless afterlights that fell on the ground seemed to be disturbed by the horse's movement. They flew up like fireflies, followed the light, flew into the sky, and disappeared into the darkness.
"It's so dazzling, prince."
Luo Xian stared at the burning light, not knowing whether it was longing or anger. She just smiled and whispered softly, "Please save me, Your Highness …"
The darkness roared!
From the rolling darkness, the ferocious pumpkin carriage shook violently and roared forward.
The rain of blood rolled up, against gravity, and flew towards the sky.
The mournful red wriggled and embellished the spreading darkness. The power overflowing from Luo Xian's shattered soul erupted and finally broke through the invisible barrier.
They retracted the Fog of Pain that engulfed everything and condensed into a tangible form. Spreading its wings, its iron-like scales spread open, reflecting the last rays of the scorching sun. It roared towards the sky, tyrannically suppressing all the noise in this furious cry.
This was the despair and pain accumulated from twenty-four years of waiting, the disaster and miracle born from the soul from the abyss.
Just a brief glimpse of it was enough to cause countless Chaos Abyss groups to submit to its terrifying might. Even the Embryo of Disaster that was still in the process of being born was enough to terrify all spectators.
That was a dragon!
— — the dark Demonic Dragon!
At this moment, it wasn't just the audience in front of their screens. Even the Harken's eyelids couldn't help but twitch wildly.
"Just his soul alone can cause a qualitative change in the Mystic Dragon. Isn't this talent a little too exaggerated?"
The Harken scratched his face in frustration. For the first time, he felt that his job as a commentator wasn't easy. He couldn't help but sigh when he turned around to look at Bai Ze.
"Do you think he can win?"
Bai Ze turned around to look at him as if she was looking at an idiot.
"Do you even need to ask?"
She concluded regretfully, "He'll definitely lose."
As a Divine Beast who could directly observe the countless branches of history, she had already seen the only inevitable result among the hundreds of thousands of different branches. It was an ending that no amount of luck or wisdom could change.
Bai Ze sighed softly as if she was admiring Roland.
"He's dead for sure."
At this moment, as the carriage rumbled forward, the Demonic Dragon's shadow flapped its wings, sweeping up a hurricane and a rain of blood. It destroyed the ground, dark clouds, sky, and all other insignificant dust in front of it.
Carrying this heavy love for the Chaos Abyss, it opened its mouth and poured its heart out to the prince in front of it.
It roared without restraint.
Terrifying waves of Origin Substance gathered in the dragon's throat. Pain and despair rubbed against each other, creating dazzling sparks.
Immediately after, as the roar shook the heavens and earth, white flames appeared from the depths of the darkness. They swept forward like a flood, swallowing up the last radiance of the setting sun.
The dragon's flames burned brightly and rushed forward!
At that moment, the white horse leapt into the air.
It neighed and galloped in the wind, its long mane fluttering like a flag.
"Don't walk gently into the good night."
Huai Shi gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, but a poem from the Chaos Abyss suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Old age should burn and roar at sunset."
"Roar, roar, denounce the retreat of the light."
"Denounce, denounce the disappearance of the light."
At that moment, the Sword of Virtue vibrated slightly. As Huai Shi silently chanted, it burst forth with a roar of steel.
The Mountain Ghost's Sacred Mark suddenly extended into thousands of strands, sinking into the countless ancient inscriptions on the inside of the sword hilt. The surging vitality transformed into a pure glow, adhering to the blade.
It was like a glimmer of hope at dawn.
"With all my soul dedicated to this sword, virtue will exist with our legend — —"
As countless people chanted solemnly in a trance, Huai Shi raised his arm, revealing the brilliant light on the blade in front of the self-destructive dragon's flames.
Compared to the generosity and solemnity of the past, what appeared now was just a tiny thread. But it burned stubbornly. Even if the dragon's flames swept over, it still did not extinguish.
There was no difference between great and small virtue, and there was no difference between many and lonely virtue.
Even if it could not change any of the pain and despair in reality, it was still enough to reflect the existence of hope.
Just existing here was enough to illuminate the long road ahead.
Here, it announced the arrival of dawn.
Huai Shi roared and slashed down the blade.
"— — The vast and long night ends here!"
Compared to the previous world-shaking torrent, Huai Shi's hand only had a thread of remnant light. But even if it was just a thread of remnant light, as the blade slashed down, it burst forth with a tearing dragon's roar.
The light that cut through the darkness flashed and disappeared.
But the endless dragon's flames were like a flood, parting to the sides under the slash of the blade.
The raging sea was opened up under the solemn and mighty blade.
The sea was divided.
Huai Shi moved forward, like a hot knife through butter!
The Demon Dragon roared angrily, roaring at Huai Shi. But the white horse raised its iron hooves and trampled on its face, crushing the pitch-black scales.
Ignoring the remaining flames, the white horse broke through the Demon Dragon's illusion and forced its way into the endless deep darkness. Huai Shi raised the blade again and launched an irresistible attack at the carriage in front of him.
The crown of paradise appeared on top of his head. The light tore through the squirming darkness and stung the reflected eye in the distant space.
It announced the arrival of the prince.
The darkness hissed and collided with the last remnant light.
An ear-piercing screech erupted.
Countless blood rain splashed in all directions. As the thread of light moved forward, forward, and forward, Huai Shi's roar penetrated into the depths of the darkness.
"I'm coming to save you, Luo Xian!"
On the burning white horse, the Mountain Ghost roared. He exerted all his strength to break through the last barrier and stabbed the blade at Luo Xian in the darkness.
The lonely princess raised her eyes, which were bloodshot and ferocious.
In the next moment, the white horse and the chariot passed by each other.
In the dead silence, there was only the sound of falling apart.
The outcome had been decided.
As the blood rain splashed again, it fell on the ground like tears. The galloping chariot came to an abrupt stop.
"What a pity, Huai Shi."
In the carriage, the princess in the darkness looked back with disappointment. "You can't save anyone."
A line of blood dripped from the blade in her hand.
In the quiet street, the running white horse suddenly staggered, took two steps forward with difficulty, and knelt on the ground powerlessly, raising a cloud of dust.
The color of blood spread out from its body.
It turned its head with difficulty and gently licked the prince's broken face with praise and pity.
"Don't blame yourself, Your Highness. At least you fought to the last moment."
Its figure gradually became illusory and dissipated silently.
Huai Shi fell in the dust, and a pool of blood spread out from under him. The sound of shattering sounded from the depths of his body, one after another, heralding the arrival of death.
He lost.
"Is it … over like this?"
Luo Xian quietly stared at the back for a long, long time, until the last hope in her lowered eyes dissipated.
The soul that was on the verge of its limit made a cracking sound.
The endless darkness surged and finally opened a crack that led to somewhere.
Those faint calls sounded again, as if they were whispering in his ears.
It was so clear.
In the surging darkness, blurry phantoms slowly emerged from it, respectfully prostrating on the ground, quietly waiting for her return.
"Did you … come to pick me up?"
Luo Xian asked softly.
Then, a slender figure rose from the crack of nothingness. A cold and tyrannical majesty showed a crack from the distant abyss. It reached out its palm to her, with salvation and grace from the abyss.
It waited for her response.
It led her to the paradise that truly belonged to her.
This was the reunion after a long separation, the return after twenty-four years.
"Wait a minute …"
A discordant voice sounded from the warm reunion of the abyss, ruining the atmosphere.
"It's not over yet."
The embarrassed young man who fell in the blood made a sound.
He reached out to Luo Xian with difficulty and told her, "I … am still alive …"
Luo Xian turned her head and saw him stiffly propping up his body, falling to the ground again, climbing up again, crawling forward like a dog.
He approached her inch by inch.
"Not dead yet?"
She whispered softly, and then fell into confusion.
No, he should have … died long ago, right?
She couldn't hear the rhythm of his steps, nor the low sound of his heartbeat.
But as the pair of empty eyes looked up, the broken body propped up its arms and climbed up from the ground again almost inconceivably.
She didn't have the slightest doubt about her ability. As early as the moment they passed each other, Huai Shi should have died.
But what was it that was left there?
Was it a stubborn obsession? A consciousness that hadn't dissipated? Or a broken soul?
No matter what it was, it was very unpleasant.
He was like a shameless sticky candy, sticking to her body. After facing so many rejections and setbacks, he still kept pestering her … Why was he so shameless?
"Wait a minute …"
Huai Shi murmured hollowly, "I'm coming, soon …"
Why was he still alive?
Even Huai Shi himself didn't know.
He forgot who he was, where he was, and even what he was doing.
He just tried very hard to live, trying to get up from the ground, propping up his numb body, and stumbling forward, just like he had done countless times in the past.
But he couldn't find where his target was.
He didn't even know if what he was doing had any meaning.
For some reason, in a trance, he seemed to hear a familiar voice.
"… When the time comes, will you still treat monsters like us as equals, Huai Shi?"
"Will you save innocent people?"
The distant voice asked softly, with pity and expectation, eager for his answer, "Will you still uphold justice and extend a helping hand to those who ask for help like you?"
Even if the world was not good to you.
Even if many times, you couldn't do anything about it and found that you couldn't do anything …
Even if everything you did was in vain.
"Huai Shi, will you still … become a hero?"
"That's — of course!"
Huai Shi roared with all his strength, stirring up his broken lungs, and used all his strength to answer the voice. He endured the pain that made him want to cry, and took a step forward awkwardly.
Another step.
"Don't be afraid, Luo Xian, I'm coming …"
He reached out to the darkness, wanting to touch the distant shadow.
As if abandoned by the whole world, she stood alone in the deepest part of the darkness. Her dark pupils reflected the appearance of hell, silent without any ripples.
She was so lonely as if she was about to leave the world.
Huai Shi opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but he couldn't make a sound. He had a lot to say to Luo Xian, but he couldn't say it.
He wanted to tell her, don't go.
Don't go to the abyss, please stay in the human world.
Don't become a monster.
Don't lose yourself …
"Please … don't be afraid."
Staring at her cheek that was close at hand, Huai Shi opened his mouth with difficulty, used the last of his strength, raised his hands, and gently hugged her.
Luo Xian was stunned.
She could feel the warmth fading away. She raised her eyes and stared blankly at Huai Shi's broken face. However, she saw a final smile on that dirty face with much difficulty.
I'm here to save you, Your Highness.
In the shadow under his feet, the ghost that had been waiting for a long time rose up, used the last bit of Origin Form, clenched the Sword of Virtue in his hand, and stabbed forward.
It pierced through Huai Shi's back and into Luo Xian's chest.
A gentle glow lit up from the blade.
It flashed and disappeared without a trace.
"… Is this all you can do?"
Luo Xian looked at the broken face in confusion, full of confusion.
Would this kind of trick be useful?
It couldn't be said to be novel, or even strange. At best, it was just a trick to perish together. But Huai Shi's remaining strength was not even enough to pierce her heart.
A futile last struggle.
It was meaningless.
At that moment, the darkness … … exploded!
"You … …"
Luo Xian froze in place, looked down in disbelief, and saw the blood flowing out of the wound on her chest.
Intense pain.
But this unprecedented pain was different from the past … … It was clearer, more real, and more unbearable.
Even though the wound was only a shallow line, under this almost dust-like wound, the Demon Dragon's tragic wail rang out in her broken soul.
The Divine Mark shook violently, but then, it fell apart along with the darkness.
Because something had arrived.
It had descended on her body.
Behind her, the crack that led to the abyss shook violently, and countless blurry figures screamed angrily, desperately flying over, wanting to break through the last barrier. But as the darkness trembled, it became more and more erratic, and then quickly dissipated … …
She froze in place.
She felt an unbearable pain explode in her heart, and for some reason, she couldn't help but feel afraid.
It was as if … … in the hollow of her soul, something had sprouted, sprouted, and then bore fruit. The fruit fell from the branch, returning to the dry soil.
It brought a fleeting sweetness, and an unprecedented sense of loss and satisfaction.
It was too contradictory, too strange, and too frightening.
He clearly wanted to get it again, but he wanted to pay more than he could get it. He clearly wanted to possess it again, but he wanted to give more than he could take it … …
After a drop of water fell, it set off a huge wave, swallowing everything that had once been.
In the long emptiness, the first thing she felt was loss and confusion, and then, in the spread of gentleness, she felt the so-called gentleness, pity, and sympathy … …
In the midst of despair, she felt the happiness of a mirage.
Finally, in the midst of sadness and bitterness, she felt the joy and happiness that made her afraid.
It was unbelievable, and completely incomprehensible.
"What is this … …"
When she came back to her senses, she was already sitting in the dust, and she couldn't bear this cruel torture anymore. She choked, couldn't help but cry, and screamed, "What is this?!"
"Silly child."
Huai Shi raised his hand, wiped the dust on her face, and told her gently, "Of course, it is love."
In this cruel world, other than love, was there anything else that could beat killing and death?
In front of his chest, where his heart was pierced and torn by the blade, there was a last weak glow … … so gentle, so quiet.
This is what you yearned for, Luo Xian.
The last Origin Substance that was transformed by the hand of imprisonment, the glow that was born from the pain and despair that was tempered by the pain and despair — — pure love.
Giving without asking for anything, offering without hurting anyone, saving without asking for anything in return, and saving without waiting for gratitude … …
Luo Xian raised her head sluggishly, her lips trembling. For the first time, she felt the warmth of the hand on her cheek, as well as the joy and relief in the youth's smile.
"Too despicable, Huai Shi, you actually dared to sneak attack me." She raised her head, resisting the urge to cry, and gasped for breath, "Can't you act like a prince for once?"
"I'm sorry, princess."
Huai Shi laughed regretfully, "Times have changed, now the 'shameless and vulgar' prince persona is more popular."
"It's because of this, it's because of this … … that you can't find a girlfriend … …"
Luo Xian choked, but she could no longer restrain the sadness and joy in her heart. She hugged the youth in front of her tightly, and cried out miserably.
Just like a child.
She finally found her way home.
Tears slid down her cheeks, washing away the dust, and fell into Huai Shi's palm.
It was like dew falling into the desert.
In a trance, Huai Shi seemed to see the darkness behind Luo Xian constantly collapsing, and in the deepest part of the darkness, there was a dignified silhouette that was gradually dissipating.
The moment before she left, she cast an indifferent glance at Huai Shi, it was unknown whether it was praise or anger. Immediately after, she disappeared into the collapsing crack.
Never to be seen again.
"It seems … … I won."
Huai Shi forced a smile, closed his eyes, and fell on his back.
In the unbearable drowsiness and dizziness, he finally welcomed the embrace of death.
This was the result of this battle.
The prince saved the princess.
Love triumphed over everything.
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