The Giant Tree of Light, which occupies the entire Caucasus, erupts in mourning.

Terrifying scars emerge from it, flowing like a waterfall of blood.

The glow of the gods flickered from the sky, flickering dimly until finally, with a cracking roar, completely dissipated.

On the earthly paradise, a tragic crack emerged.

After penetrating the entire axis, it was completely penetrated from the inside out, completely destroying its foundation and structure, and completely destroying the eternal silence of the kingdom of heaven.

In the disintegrated paradise, all the glory of the past has completely collapsed.

The earth was engulfed in flames, the rivers evaporated, the souls of all the dead dissipated in flickering shadows, and the paradise that was once enough to fascinate anyone was shattered.

And the god was nailed to the very center of the chasm.

He let the blade penetrate his body, and there was no resistance.

Just smile and stare at the enemy in front of you, waiting for the coming relief.

However, the blade of the sword came to an abrupt end.

Before the destruction comes.

As it had been planned.

Regardless of the possibility of being destroyed by a blow from the gods, he made the same choice as Abraham had done in the past.

"Sure enough, you're just...... You just want to die, don't you?"

In the silence, Ye Qingxuan stared at the face covered in blood, and sat down on the ground tiredly: "Do you want to die at my hands like this, Charles?"

"Isn't that bad?"

Charles stared at the cracked sky and whispered, "This is the best ending, isn't it......? From the beginning, I understood.

As long as I live, all value will be lost. ”

“...... This world doesn't need me. ”

He finally smiled genuinely, as weak and soft as he had done before.

Ye Qingxuan was silent.

Lowered his eyes sadly.

"Don't be like a child anymore, little leaf, and don't hesitate any longer. ”

Charles stretched out his arms as if embracing a collapsed paradise to meet the end: "Just have mercy on me, and do what you ought to do."

Come, kill me, and save your world. ”

So, Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword, and pulled the blade out of the crack in his chest.

The burning remnants of light rose high like the afterglow of heaven.

Illuminates Charles' broken smile.

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes.

In that instant, a rift emerged from above the blade.

In Ye Qingxuan's hand, the weapon that was enough to kill the gods was broken, and thousands of fragments flew in the air, glowing with a crisp aftersound.

In the sword's sliced hand, red blood flowed from the wound and landed on Charles's face with the smell of rust.

"Charles, I'm not here to save the world—"

He said, "It's to save you." ”

From the wound in the palm of that hand, countless small crystals of the ether emerged, small as fine dust, but complex as if the world was moving.

It was something borrowed from Bai Xi, an alchemy matrix engraved in the blood.

A low aria flows from it, serene and distant.

In the inextricable threads of thought, they are intertwined in one place, weaving the prototype of the soul.

The faint light of the candle flame shone from it, reflecting in Ye Qingxuan's pupils, as if to illuminate the dark world.

"So, bear with the pain, Charles, for this is the last time. ”

He spread his palms and cast a radiance of redemption on the son of the gods in front of him:

"—I won't let you die alone. ”

In the silence, the glimmer of the candle flame fell from Ye Qingxuan's hand, slashed a straight trajectory, submerged into Charles's chest, and disappeared into the scar of the blade.

At that moment, a hoarse cry burst out of the god's mouth.

It was the roar of the turmoil of heaven and earth.

Pure flames of light burst out from the Shire's shell, swept like a torrent, engulfing the shattered paradise and igniting the paradise of the earth, burning everything in this cry of sorrow.

It was fire and pain.

Brutally killed everything, pulled the gods off the altar, and caused the kingdom of heaven to fall into the fire of hell.

First came the kingdom of heaven in Eden, then the scepter, the chapter of fate, and all the music theory...... All miracles and powers were burned in the flames.

After taking everything away, fill the empty shell of man's original sin.

First sadness and hesitation, then anger and despair......

In the midst of the sorrow, the natural disaster was killed and the human race was revived.

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In the depths of the Aether, the turbulence has finally calmed down.

Countless surviving musicians looked up to the top in ecstasy and ecstasy, staring at the collapse of Eden, and the countless pillars slowly breaking and dissipating above the vast realm.

The vast realm ushered in its final collapse, floating in the far-reaching realm of the high-level dimensions, disappearing.

The gods are falling.

With an unprecedented roar, the land of the Caucasus is immersed in turmoil.

Countless torrents of blood flowed down from the towering Book of Light, recontaminating the purified barren land and returning the once frozen soil and wasteland.

With the shattering of the Tree of Light, countless dusty wings emerged from the land of the Caucasus, igniting the long dark night, as if to envelop the whole world.

Before they could unfold, they disintegrated, turned into the flash of stars, and returned to the ocean of ether. Only distant and sad songs are left, mourning the end of paradise.

The salvation of the gods, the peaceful world, the peaceful paradise......

In the end, it was rejected by humans.

All that remains is the world that has not changed.

The stars still shine.

The shredded light shone from the heavens, illuminating the embers of Paradise, and the slowly opening eyes, tired and silent, as if awakened from a long sleep, unable to adjust to the pain of life.

"Little Leaf, will a new era come?"

Charles whispered, "Will the good world you had hoped for really come?"

"Yes. ”

Ye Qingxuan's head.

"Will that world be as full of strife as it is now?"

"I still will. Ye Qingxuan said: "If this is human nature." ”

"I believe it's not. ”

Charles chuckled softly, "Strife...... Someday it will be over, right?

Everyone on earth loves each other, as in the kingdom of God, and there may still be troubles and sorrows, but a long life of peace and stability will enable everyone to face everything with integrity.

That kind of world is coming, right?"

He stared at Ye Qingxuan expectantly, "A world that allows everyone to live without harming others exists, right?"

"Well, there will be a day. ”

Ye Qingxuan bowed his head and promised him: "When that day comes, even the new world I have created will be discarded as an ancient thing.

A perfect world will be created from people who are 100 times stronger than us.

That day will definitely come. ”

But his words were not answered.

When Ye Qingxuan looked over, he realized that he had closed his eyes.

It's like reuniting a long-lost dream, with a smile, calm and peaceful.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, took off his coat, and covered his body.

"Sleep, Charles. ”

He muttered softly.

The nightmare is over.

Everything for you is just beginning.

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When Ye Qingxuan got up from the ground, his expression returned to calm.

Maybe it's all over.

Perhaps, there is still a little bit of a problem that has not been solved.

He stared at the last remnants of the paradise in front of him, and his gaze seemed to have passed through the barrier of matter and landed in the deepest part of the etheric realm, looking at the distant world where the aftermath gradually calmed down.

Seize this last moment.

And in the silence, he suddenly had a tangible realization: perhaps, for the ether...... Humans are the ones who are the sudden natural disasters, right?

Breaking into this silent world as he pleases, creating his own civilization without permission, claiming to be the primate of all things, believing that he has everything.

Creation, destruction, arising, perdition, engrossed in interpreting their own joys and sorrows, but never asking the true master of this place.

"Whether it's Dayuan or anything else. ”

Ye Qingxuan said softly, "You're looking at me, right?"

At that moment, it was as if nothing had happened.

But in this tranquility, the aftermath that echoed in the deepest part of the etheric realm seemed to have a faint response.

The endless sea of ether was in turmoil, with the vast aftermath of the fall of the gods, outlining a distant outline.

Just like a pair of blurred pupils, from the interval of long sleep, cast a hurried glance towards the world.

Gazing at him quietly.

Listen to him.

Perhaps, that is the end of all mysteries and powers, the source and destination of all ether, the great source of human dreams.

Compared to the long time he has experienced, the thousands of years of mankind are only a short moment. The rise and fall of countless dynasties was nothing but a long sleep for Him.

Humanity confined to matter has never touched His essence, and for hundreds of years, humanity has squandered miracles and disturbed His dreams through the power of the ether.

As a result, in the midst of the myriad prayers and sorrows, bubbles called 'natural disasters' and 'gods' were born.

Now, perhaps even He felt helpless and bored?

In this seemingly eternal silence, Ye Qingxuan stared into his eyes and uttered a request from a human being.

"I want to talk to the world. ”

......

I don't know how long it took.

Time seems to have stopped flowing, and human perception cannot comprehend its deep flow.

When the first snow fell from the sky, the short, peaceful conversation came to an end.

"Thank you, then, for your generosity. ”

Ye Qingxuan got up, stroked his chest and saluted, and said goodbye with human etiquette: "According to the agreement, from now on, the ether net will preside over the operation of the ether realm, completely blocking the path of human beings to the Great Source." There will be no new natural disasters, and no one will interfere with the silence of Dayuan. ”

"Maybe the next time I wake up, the world will be different again, right?"

No one responded to his words.

As the last aftermath of the Aether dissipates, the Aether Sea regains its calm.

It's as if nothing happened.

Unbeknownst to anyone, a distant door was quietly closing.

This world has ushered in a new era.

In such a silent way.

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When a faint sunlight appeared at the end of the ice sea, Bach saw the figure of Ye Qingxuan in the distance, the first person to walk out of that barren land.

brought the final end of the war.

He looked up and sat down on the ice, looking up at the silent young man. After a long night, the eyes were all the same tired.

Ye Qingxuan told him: "It's over." ”

"What about God?" asked Bach.

"It's dead. ”

This is Ye Qingxuan's answer.

As if he understood something, Bach bowed his head and did not speak again.

The two men watched in silence as the sun gradually rose in the distance.

After a long time, Ye Qingxuan finished smoking the last cigarette.

"I'm leaving, do you want me to give you a ride?"

"No thanks. ”

Bach smiled and put the cold pipe beside him: "Just let me be alone for a while." ”

"Goodbye, then. ”

"Well, goodbye. ”

Bach smiled, not watching him go, just staring at the place where the sun was rising.

For a long, long time.

He closed his eyes serenely.

The old era has come to an end.