Qian Yuhan: "Just write... That year was too cold. I couldn't bear to let you keep freezing."

Qian Yuhan stared at him.

A few breaths later, she suddenly smiled.

"Liar."

Tang Wulin stiffened.

"When you lie, you don't even dare look people in the eye."

Qian Yuhan did not expose him any further.

She raised her head and looked toward the pitch-black sky, her gaze as calm as a lake.

She knew the World-Destroying Dragon had not died.

The Soul Beasts had not vanished.

Nor would human nature suddenly become perfect just because a new era had arrived.

How could the world thirty thousand years later truly be free of war?

But so what?

She sighed softly, but there was no regret in her voice.

"It's all right. Let the people of the future deal with the darkness of the future."

She looked back at Tang Wulin, her gaze softening.

"At least they still have the sun."

Tears streamed uncontrollably down Tang Wulin's face.

His body was becoming transparent.

The pull of time was growing stronger and stronger, as though urging him to leave.

But Qian Yuhan did not ask him to stay.

She turned and walked toward the center of the divine hall.

"Before the formalization day, I still have one last thing to do."

She pressed her hand into her own chest.

Then, she forcibly drew out the Angel Godhood that had accompanied her through nine eras.

The divine radiance of the Six-Winged Angel slowly peeled away from behind her.

Like tearing away a piece of her soul.

The pain made her whole body tense for an instant.

But she did not stop.

The Angel Godhood transformed into a ball of warm light, floating above her palm.

She looked at Luo Miya.

"What the sun truly needs is my personality, while humanity's future still needs the Angel God's power. So I do not intend to