Recognition from the Imaginary Tree: Otto Goes from Bishop to a Warrior Devoted Solely to Pursuing His Love

Indeed, those motes of light had not vanished, but merged into the projection of the Imaginary Tree. The trunk began to glow, not with its former cold, dark gold, but with a warm light, almost like the warmth of a human body.

"He's exchanging his own existence for the power to rewrite reality," Tang Wulin murmured. "This is the Imaginary Tree's ultimate price-if you want to resurrect the dead, you have to trade the living for them. And the one he chose to trade was himself."

The light grew brighter and brighter. The projection of the Imaginary Tree began to tremble, as though some mechanism that had slumbered for ages had been activated. Countless patterns emerged on its trunk, and Otto's light flowed through every one of them.

"Did he succeed?" Xiao Xiao asked.

"I don't know," Tang San said. "But at least-he's done everything he could."

Within the Light Screen, Otto's figure had disappeared completely. Only a voice remained, echoing through the void.

"Kallen-I'm sorry I kept you waiting for five hundred years."

"This time, I've finally-caught up with you."

The voice faded. The projection of the Imaginary Tree suddenly burst apart, turning into countless streams of light that shot beyond the Light Screen-toward time, toward five hundred years ago, toward the moment Kallen died.

"He really did it," Ning Rongrong said softly. "He rewrote reality."

"At the cost of himself," Tang Ya said. "From a 'bishop who toyed with all living beings' to a 'warrior who fought for love to the very end.' He cast aside every scheme, calculation, and disguise, leaving only his purest self-the man who wanted to save her."

"Was it worth it?" Dai Hao asked.

"I don't know," Huo Yuhao said. "But for him, this is the answer."

Outside the Light Screen, everyone fell