At the summit of Morning Sun Peak, Green Cloud Mountain.
Li Xiaoyu stood at the edge of the cliff in a dark green Sect Leader Robe, the mountain wind stirring his jet-black hair.
He gripped the cold Bone of Time tightly in his hand.
The desolate aura emanating from the bone fragment spoke of an era's tragedy and helplessness.
"The fiends have arrived. In the struggle of the ages, defend this realm to the death."
The words of the Time-Warding Clan's Great Elder weighed upon his heart like a mountain, leaving him unable to breathe.
The moment he accepted the bone fragment, he had taken on more than the rise and fall of the Green Cloud Sect. He had taken on the survival of the entire world.
The responsibility was far too heavy.
Footsteps sounded behind him, interrupting his thoughts.
Li Xiaoyu knew who it was without turning around.
That moon-cold presence had long since been etched into the depths of his soul.
"Still thinking about that?"
Lu Xueqi walked to his side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.
Dressed in white, pure as snow, her cool eyes reflected Li Xiaoyu's weary profile.
Her voice was cold, yet gentle.
Li Xiaoyu turned to look at her exquisite face, and much of the heaviness and exhaustion in his heart faded away.
He reached out and clasped her slightly cool, delicate hand in his palm.
"Yes."
Li Xiaoyu shook his head with a bitter smile.
"All of this came too suddenly."
"We've only just survived one catastrophe, and now we have to face another, even more terrifying apocalypse."
"Sometimes, I even wonder whether anything we've done has any meaning at all."
His words carried a trace of confusion.
Lu Xueqi said nothing. She merely tightened her grip on his hand.
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