The Final Battle

On Heavenly Language Peak, snowflakes drifted down. Beneath the swaying apricot trees, white blossoms fluttered through the air, snow and flowers now impossible to distinguish.

In the demon's embrace, Heavenly Language withered away. Thunder roared across the nine heavens, each peal a mournful cry as Heavenly Language prepared to return to heaven and earth.

Specks of scattering starlight shone with such brilliance. The woman raised her hand and merged the last of her origin into the former's body.

"Give it to Yin'er."

Her incomparably weak voice was nearly inaudible. The Heaven Speaker slowly opened her eyes, casting one final glance upon the mortal world, serene and comforted.

"Remember, never hate yourself."

As her words fell, the starlight dispersed. Returning to heaven and earth, Heavenly Language had no regrets over her journey through this world.

The heartbroken demon's body trembled without end. Whether driven by memory or bodily instinct, a cascade of white blossoms rose and concealed the demon's blood-red eyes.

Mishui River. A Painted Boat drifted upon the heart of the lake. Within it, A'man carefully taught the little girl the methods of sword practice, her beautiful face gentle and warm.

As the bright moon hung high, space twisted above the lake. A figure in black emerged, looking at the Painted Boat before him with eyes deep as an abyss, dark enough to make one's heart tremble.

Inside the Painted Boat, A'man sensed his arrival. She gently patted the little girl's head, gave her an instruction, then stepped outside.

"Where did the Phoenix Body go?" the demon asked.

"Ink Star," A'man replied calmly.

"Thank you."

The demon answered, then took one step and vanished.

"Who was that?"

Yin'er walked out and looked at the now-empty lake surface, confused.

"A man asking for directions," A'man said softly as she turned back.