Imaginary Tree Online Mourning at the Grave, Otto: Stop Crying, I'm Not Dead Yet!

"What is this sword called?" Xiao Xiao asked softly.

"It's called Flamescion," Huo Yuhao said. "It can also be called 'Human Realm.' It's the light gathered by everyone who is still alive and still willing to light a lamp for someone else. Otto chased it for five hundred years, but could never catch it. Because he had already thrown that thing away in the Old Photograph long ago. And today, it shone again in the eyes of two juniors."

"Did he recognize it?" the Dragon Prince asked.

"I don't know," Tang San said. "But at least, he didn't raise his hand again. A God who no longer raises his hand can already be considered half-awake."

"What about the other half?" A'Dai asked.

No one answered. Because everyone was waiting. Waiting to see what, exactly, would walk out from beyond that crack. Would it be a tree, a God, a ghost, or the young man from five hundred years ago who had written his name on the back of a photograph?

When the Light Screen lit up again, the Temple had already begun to collapse.

The first Corridor Pillar broke apart at its base. It did not topple over. Instead, like a Sand Tower whose support had been pulled away, it shattered from bottom to top, inch by inch, into particles of light. Then came the Dome. The Zenith, formed from Cloud Layer and Imaginary Light, let out an extremely thin, drawn-out wail, like something so enormous it was beyond imagination weeping from a place of unimaginable height. The sound pierced through the image and through everyone's eardrums, sending a chill into their very bones.

"The sky is crying." Xiao Xiao covered her mouth, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

"It's the Tree crying," Huo Yuhao said quietly. "One