. The Naming of the Night
Qing Chen's body and mind had both reached the brink of destruction.
It was not that he could no longer hold on, but that he had held on for far, far too long.
There was no intact ground left outside Silver City. Craters covered the land. He carried Boss He on his back, and his eighteen years of life had entered their final moments.
Yet strangely, when the scenes of his life began flashing before his eyes, that master sat where his dream had begun and said... You won't die. Qing Chen slowly opened his eyes on the battlefield. Blue light surrounded him, and someone had somehow appeared beside him... Zheng Yuandong.
Boss Zheng held the Black True Sight Eye in his hand, as sharp as a blade drawn from its sheath.
It turned out that before this crossing, Boss He had already given the Black True Sight Eye to Boss Zheng and asked him to pass it on to Qing Chen.
Ice walls kept forming above them. Boss Zheng stood unmoving as a mountain, blocking every shell that came their way.
Then Boss Zheng turned to look at He Jinqiu on Qing Chen's back.
For some reason, Qing Chen had never seen such a complicated, grief-stricken look in his eyes. He saw it for only a second, yet it felt as though ten thousand years had passed.
Over those ten thousand years, people and things had changed beyond recognition. Seas had turned to fields, mountains to plains, and birds had vanished without a trace.
At that moment.
"Boss!" someone shouted excitedly. "Your limited-edition skin looks pretty rough!" Qing Chen lowered his head and saw Zard poking his head out of the dirt.
Zard looked at Qing Chen, whose body was riddled with shrapnel