Qian Renxue (54)

The realm of The Void began to tremble. The will of the Eye of Annihilation let out a soundless shriek. It was not anger, but some deeper emotion, something close to "confusion." For the first time, it had encountered such an opponent—not one who fought it with greater power, but one who debated it with the essence of existence.

"So, leave," Tang Wulin said at last. "Return to your abyss and continue your annihilation. But remember this: as long as even one life remembers, as long as even one thread of emotion still flows, as long as even one choice is made, 'existence' will never yield."

Light erupted.

It was not Tang Wulin's power, but the convergence of those memories, emotions, and bonds. It was "existence" itself striking back. The will of the Eye of Annihilation rapidly receded within that radiance. It was not destroyed, but "negated"—its foundation had been shaken, its purpose had been questioned, and for the first time, it began to doubt whether "nothing" was truly above "something."

In the real world, before the Abyss Gate.

The black tendrils suddenly froze, then retreated into The Rift like a tide. The cracks on the barrier quickly healed, and the Tree of Life blazed with light, thoroughly purifying the last trace of the Aura of Annihilation.

And Tang Wulin slowly opened his eyes.

"Wulin!" Qian Renxue's voice trembled. Her face was streaked with tears, and her Sacred Power was almost exhausted, yet she still held her husband tightly.

"I'm fine," Tang Wulin said softly, raising a hand to wipe away his wife's tears. On his forehead, that dark red mark was fading, until it finally vanished completely, as if it had never existed.

The gods gathered around. Tang San immediately checked his son's condition, then revealed an expression of