Snowfall Buries the Saintess! Cecilia's Death Purifies Eternal Grudges

The golden eyes of Sirin, held in her arms, trembled violently at that moment.

She felt a warmth she had never experienced before.

Was that... Mother's embrace?

She didn't understand.

She didn't understand.

Why... is this woman hugging me?

Why... doesn't she hate herself?

Why...

A cold tear slid down the corner of Sirin's eye.

And at that very moment.

Cecilia radiated her last and most dazzling light.

She burned the power of the Black Abyss White Flower to its extreme!

She neither used this last bit of strength to attack nor to defend.

She simply transformed this power into a vast and warm barrier, a gentle embrace, enveloping her, Sirin, and a portion of Siegfried's Cut Domain within it.

She was determined to use the last of her life to stop the malice from "humanity".

She wanted to use the last of her life to warm the heart of a child abandoned by the world.

"No--!!!"

Siegfried let out a desperate cry from afar.

The Douluo World has become a deathly silence.

Countless people wept uncontrollably.

Lie Yan nestled in Ji Dong's arms; the former Flame Queen was now teary-eyed.

"She... she didn't have to die..."

Ji Dong remained silent, only holding her even tighter.

He knew that Cecilia did not die for Sirin.

She died for what she believed in "protecting".

She protected the world, she protected her husband, and in the end, she still wanted to protect a child who shouldn't have to suffer so much pain.

This is her way.

It was her most sacred destiny as a "Schariac".

Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The deafening explosion finally drowned out everything.

The Honkai Fission Missile hit its target precisely.

White light.

A blinding white light filled the entire screen.

In that dazzling white light, people seemed to see a holy mother, holding a lost child, disappearing into the world.

Their figures transformed into countless glistening snowflakes dancing in the sky.

Pure and flawless.

The light faded.

On the snowfield, only a huge, bottomless crater remains.

Cecilia Schariac.

Sirin.

sacrifice.

On the screen, cold words announced the fates of the two women.

Meanwhile, in a corner, Siegfried, barely protected by the barrier of the Black Abyss White Flower, knelt on the ground, covered in blood.

In his hand, he only grasped a single, pure white feather left behind by his wife.

He stared at the empty pit, opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Those golden eyes, which once burned with an indomitable flame, completely lost all their luster at this moment.

Dead silence.

A deathly silence.

Throughout the entire Divine Realm, and even in every corner of the Douluo Continent, all the powerful figures watching this scene fell into an eerie, deathly silence.

"Genes... fusion?"

He Caitou muttered to himself. As Grandmaster of Soul Tool, he had some knowledge of intricate structures and theories, but the word "Genes" was still a pipe dream for him.

Even if one cannot fully understand the principles behind them, the chilling effect of the words "fusion" and "creation" has already penetrated the Light Screen and pierced into the marrow of everyone.

"They... used a part of two people... to create a new person?" Xiao Xiao's voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly. She couldn't imagine what kind of technology this was, let alone the madness hidden behind it.

"This is not technology, this is blasphemy!"

Dai Hao, the iron-blooded White Tiger Duke, was now filled with rage. He had spent his life on the battlefield and had seen countless deaths, but he had never witnessed such a disregard for the dignity of life.

Can life be so easily "manufactured"?

"Otto ...it's Otto again..." Bei Bei's fists clenched so tightly they cracked. "What is he trying to do? What does he take life for? Clay that can be molded at will?"

Tang Ya leaned against him, her face pale. She recalled the years she had been controlled by the Evil Soul Master, the pain of being unable to control her own destiny, which made her feel a sense of shared pity for K423, this "creation" she had never met.

The Divine Realm.

Tang San's brows furrowed tightly. His Purple Demon Eye seemed to want to see through all the secrets behind the words, but all he saw was a bottomless darkness.

"With a human body, he exercises divine power, even... surpassing the creative power of ordinary Deity." His voice was deep. "This mortal named Otto, his ambition and the cunning of his actions are simply unheard of."

Ning Rongrong nestled beside him and whispered, "Third Brother, how is the real Kiana...? Is this K423 her... daughter? Or her sister?"

No one can answer this question.

No, none of those are true.

A clear, cold, and authoritative voice rang out; it was Gu Yuena.

Her long silver hair moved without wind, and her purple eyes were filled with icy coldness. As the Lord of Soul Beasts and Dragon God's Clones, her understanding of life forms far surpassed that of ordinary people.

"This is a kind of... plunder. A plunder of Sirin, and also a plunder of the real Kiana. From the moment of her birth, K423 was never treated as an independent life; she was merely a 'container' that carried the will of others."

Tang Wulin gripped her hand tightly, feeling the icy chill of her fingertips. He could understand Gu Yuena's anger, because he himself was a product of countless schemes and arrangements, but at least he had a complete childhood and loving parents.

And this K423, her "father," is actually the "murderer" who created her.

The text on the Light Screen continued to appear, carrying an unexpected twist.

[The birth of K423's consciousness was a miracle of Cecilia's dying maternal love, purifying Sirin's hateful soul and allowing her kind personality to awaken within K423's body...]

Everyone's heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

Miracle?

The miracle of maternal love?

Just moments before, the crowd was still reeling from the ethical shock of artificial life forms, but this sudden display of warmth and tragedy struck the softest part of their hearts.

"Cecilia... is that the white-haired saintess who sacrificed herself to protect the city?" Xue Ye suddenly remembered, his tone filled with admiration and regret.

It's her...

Huo Yuhao's eyes reddened slightly.

He understands the weight of this "motherly love" better than anyone else. He has spent his whole life searching for that missing warmth and has been fighting for his mother's expectations ever since.

In her final moments, facing the enemy who had destroyed her home and killed countless comrades, Cecilia released not hatred, but the purest and greatest maternal love.

This love even transcended life and death, purifying a soul filled with hatred.