Simulation Ends

Then, she withdrew her gaze and disappeared into the horizon without looking back.

Seeing Bibi Dong escape, Fu Shiyan did not give chase.

He looked in the direction Bibi Dong had disappeared, his gaze calm, as if he had already foreseen all of this.

He turned around and looked down.

Black blood continued to gush from the wounds on Beng Gong's body, his breath grew weaker and weaker, and the light in his eyes dimmed more and more.

"You... you think... defeating me... is the end of it all?"

The sound of the Beng Gong was hoarse, carrying a final madness:

"Hahaha... The coordinates have been activated... Demon Venerable Lord... it won't be long... before you lead the Demon Realm to descend upon this continent..."

His voice grew softer and softer.

"The continent... including the Divine Realm... and all planes... will ultimately be shrouded in the rule of the Abyss... hahahaha..."

The laughter stopped abruptly.

His body stiffened abruptly, and the light in his dark eyes vanished completely.

His body slowly fell, turning into a cloud of black smoke and dissipating into the air.

On the battlefield below, Tang Hao and Ah Yin were firmly under the control of the crowd.

The elders worked together, using their Soul Power to suppress the two men's movements, rendering them unable to move.

Tang San stood in front of Ah Yin, tears streaming down his face.

He reached out, wanting to touch his mother's face, but the murderous intent in Ah Yin's eyes forced him to withdraw his hand.

"Mom..." he said, his voice choked with emotion.

"Look at me, I'm the Xiao San!"

Ah Yin did not respond.

Her eyes were still bloodshot, her expression blank and lifeless, as if the person standing in front of her was not her son, but a stranger.

Blue-gold light surged around her, and vines slowly wriggled behind her, ready to attack at any moment.

Tang San's tears flowed even more freely. He turned to look at Fu Shiyan, his voice hoarse as he said:

"Master... Mother, she..."

Fu Shiyan walked to his side, placed her hand on his shoulder, and whispered:

"I'll do it."

He walked up to Ah Yin, raised his hand, and a ball of emerald green light condensed in his palm.

The light was soft and warm, radiating a rich life force, and slowly entered Ah Yin's brow.

Ah Yin's body suddenly stiffened.

Her eyes began to tremble violently, the bloodshot in them gradually fading, replaced by a look of bewilderment and confusion.

Her lips parted slightly, emitting a hoarse sound:

"A mistress... Xiao San?"

Tang San's tears welled up instantly, and he nodded vigorously:

"Mom! It's me! It's me!"

The bloodshot in Ah Yin's eyes completely faded, and her eyes regained their former clarity.

She looked at Tang San's tear-streaked face, a slight smile playing on her lips, as if she wanted to say something...

Just then, her body suddenly stiffened!

Then, her face turned deathly pale at a visible speed, and the color drained from her lips instantly.

Ah Yin's body began to tremble, as if something was tearing wildly inside her.

No... no...

Tang San's expression changed as well. He rushed forward, trying to support Ah Yin.

"Mom! Mom, what's wrong?!"

A flicker of pain crossed Ah Yin's eyes, a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of her mouth, and her voice was so weak it was almost inaudible:

"Little... Xiao San... Mommy... Mommy is so sorry..."

Her hand trembled as she raised it, wanting to touch Tang San's face.

Tang San's pupils dilated slightly as he watched this scene in fear, muttering repeatedly:

No...! No!

But before that hand could even touch Tang San's face, it fell limply to its side.

Her eyes slowly closed.

"Mother--!!!"

Tang San's screams were heart-wrenching and echoed throughout the entire battlefield.

Not far away, the blood red in Tang Hao's eyes gradually faded.

He looked around blankly, at Ah Yin lying in Tang San, at those unfamiliar faces...

His pupils suddenly contracted.

"Ah Yin --!!!"

He suddenly broke free from the elder who was holding him down and staggered toward Ah Yin.

His legs went weak, and he fell to the ground, but he got up again and continued to rush forward.

He rushed to Ah Yin's side, grabbed her drooping hand, and held it tightly.

That hand was already ice-cold.

Tang Hao's body stiffened abruptly.

His tears fell silently, dripping onto Ah Yin's hand.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that he couldn't utter a single word.

He just held that hand tightly, refusing to let go.

At this moment, Tang San turned his head and found that Tang Hao was also pale, and a trace of dark blood was slowly flowing down the corner of his mouth.

Upon seeing this, Tang San's pupils dilated, and he quickly went over to support Tang Hao:

"Dad...! What's wrong? Dad!!"

Don't scare me!

Tang Hao raised his head, glanced at the evasive man with a complicated expression, then, as if his eyelids were about to close, he turned his head with great difficulty to look at Ah Yin, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips...

In the end, no matter how much Tang San called out, Tang Hao's eyes slowly closed...

In the Simulation, Tang San knelt on the ground, holding Ah Yin's gradually cooling body, tears streaming down his face.

His mind was blank; he could hear nothing, see nothing, only his mother's closed eyes and his father's tightly clenched hand.

Tang San, standing in the void, watched this scene unfold, his heart filled with indescribable grief.

His eyes were red-rimmed, and tears streamed down his face silently.

[Mom... Dad...]

He wanted to rush over and hug them.

But he was just a bystander, unable to do anything or change anything.

He could only stand there, watching his Simulation self hug his mother and cry, watching his father collapse beside his mother.

The battlefield was deathly silent.

Everyone watched this scene in silence; no one spoke.

Dai Tianyu stood there, watching Tang San's heartbroken expression, and the smile on his lips vanished.

He lowered his head and remained silent.

Dugu Bo sighed, turned away, and couldn't bear to look anymore.

Fu Ze sheathed his halberd and stood silently to the side.

Standing behind Tang San, Fu Shiyan looked at his dejected appearance, a complex light flashing in her eyes.

He didn't speak, but simply raised his hand and gently placed it on Tang San's shoulder.

The warmth of that hand seeped through his clothes and into Tang San's body.

Tang San's body trembled slightly.

He looked up at his master's calm face, and his tears flowed even more freely.

"Master... Mom... Dad and the others..."

His voice was broken and intermittent, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Fu Shiyan didn't say anything, but simply patted his shoulder gently.

Tang San, who was observing from the sidelines, stood in the void, watching the figures in front of him gradually blur, knowing that the Simulation was about to end.

Before his eyes, everything began to blur and then disappear.

Sky, battlefield, ruins, monsters, master, companions, and parents lying in pools of blood...

Everything is fading away.

He tried to grasp something, but he couldn't grasp anything.

He simply stood there, watching it all gradually vanish into nothingness.

[Ding! The seventh Simulation has ended.]

A cold, impersonal notification sounded in my mind.

Tang San, who was watching from the sidelines, closed his eyes, and tears silently streamed down his face.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself back in his bedroom at the Beichen Academy.

The candle was still burning, making a slight crackling sound.

Outside the window, the night was deep.

He sat on the edge of the bed, motionless for Jiujiu.

The image of my mother closing her eyes and my father's tightly clenched hand as he collapsed replayed in my mind again and again.

His tears flowed uncontrollably.

The night breeze carried away his whispers.

[Mom... Dad...]

[Abyss...]

His voice was very soft, so soft it was as if he were talking to himself.

But that voice was filled with sorrow and longing.