Jilin's hand gently caressed Xing's cheek. There was a trace of joy and relief in her weak voice. Xing took her hand, and the warmth of his palm passed through their touch into her heart. Her five thousand years of loneliness had finally come to an end.
Jilin blinked and saw Xing's face clearly. He was not Crimson Kite, but the child she had contacted through Feather Crossing Dust before. "Descendant of Crimson Kite, there isn't much time. I'll give you my last bit of strength now. You must kill me."
"What time? What are you even talking about?" Xing vaguely understood what Jilin meant, but she was asking him to kill her. Even if it was to stop Chiyou from awakening, he could not do it!
Luna's final smiling face overlapped with Jilin's sorrowful beauty, and his freshly healed wound showed signs of tearing open again.
Beside him, Kiana turned to Mei and asked, "Mei, can you understand what that girl is saying?"
Mei shook her head blankly.
Bronya, who had failed to glean anything from analyzing the Xuanyuan Sword, recorded Jilin's words but could not determine what language she was speaking.
Thus, the three girls, who could not understand ancient Shenzhou language, were completely baffled.
Through Jilin's broken account, Xing roughly grasped the situation. A strange person had used special means to separate Jilin's good and evil sides. Then, that man had somehow awakened Chiyou. Her evil side had also fused with Chiyou and gained immense power, something she could not contend with alone.
Jilin's body became translucent. This body, which had endured five thousand years, finally collapsed as the stigmata was extracted. A ball of golden light rose from her chest. "Take it. My stigmata." She could not even raise a hand to personally give him her