The End of Time gave him the answer, he became the strongest, yet lost his heart

Dong'er stepped onto the Origin of Birth, her feet sinking into the soft earth.

There was no lingering scent of blood in the air, only petal after petal drifting like catkins. They were all white, like falling snow.

At a glance, the once-green Origin of Birth was now covered in white petals.

And at its center, the petals had long since been dyed red by blood.

A man was half-kneeling on the ground, clutching the bloodstained petals before him, sobbing softly.

Across the vast Origin of Birth, a man's sobs echoed—grief and finality, in this moment, seeming incomparably bleak and filled with regret.

Dong'er saw no enemies. They... seemed to have won. Master... seemed to have won.

But why was Master crying?

Dong'er did not go closer. She only watched from afar, then turned around and stopped looking.

The strongest man in the world should not have shown such helplessness. Nor would he want others to see him as he was now. He should have been great, should have been invincible, should have hung high above the void and the Nine Heavens.

So... Dong'er did not go closer. She stayed with him from afar, and did not look.

And so, within the Origin of Birth that symbolized hope, a man's heart-rending sobs echoed.

No one knew how much time had passed. Time in the Origin of Birth was unordered, chaotic; the concept of time had long since ceased to exist. Dong'er also forgot how long she had waited there, but she never left. She represented all the family members behind her master, staying with him, staying with their master, staying with Su Mu.

Su Mu was lost. When his pupils regained focus, he discovered that his hair had already turned completely white, the blood on the ground had long since