At this moment, life returned from beneath the sunlight, only to pass away again in the darkness.
When Huai Shi looked down once more from above the Sky, everything seemed vividly clear before his eyes—the backs of every figure who had walked into the darkness, and every final sigh and whisper.
Across the distant earth, scattered points of light kept rising.
They were burning flames silently going out.
Leaving behind their final ashes within iron.
"Now that it's come to this, couldn't you say something else?"
Huai Shi's lips moved soundlessly, yet no words came out.
The one thing he least wanted to hear was thank you.
It was as though he heard Solomon's laughter again, so calm.
This time, Huai Shi finally understood how he had felt.
No matter how he tried to keep them, no matter how desperately he wanted them to return, they had never once looked back.
And all he could do was watch helplessly as death swallowed them.
This burden that life could not bear...
He wanted to turn away and stop looking, but now, all he could do—and all Dongjun had to do—was bear witness.
Even if merely watching could change nothing, witnessing itself was its meaning. For a god, perhaps this was the greatest hope and mercy.
I will bear witness to you.
Just as you bore witness to me!
The revival and destruction of living things, the birth, death, and praise of all creation... Now, from those souls that had burned themselves out, endless gratitude and reverence gathered, making the roar of the sun wheel's rotation ever more resounding, like the axis that held heaven and earth, deafening to the ears.
Dongjun's destiny was turning, growing, bursting with divinity.
In less than two minutes, he had already gained 2.1% correction value.
Yet