Apocalypse (Please Refresh)

Stars were no more than specks of dust he could pinch and mold at will. Even the so-called three thousand worlds were merely splendid works of art.

He resisted the Dragon's Call passed down by his ancestors, though shedding his Azure Armor would have let him escape his fate of certain death.

"Zilong, you must have seen the future unfolding in the lower plane. My lord values talent. He has no intention of demanding repayment for his kindness, which is why he sent me to urge you to use the Guanshi Secret Art. He hopes you will leave once you know your fate."

"Your future is boundless. Why suffer needlessly?"

"Why not venture beyond this vast realm and seek a better Atavism Method? If one day you can look after our descendants, that will be enough."

The Feather Fan swayed gently. Those eyes, capable of seeing through the future laid out by Destiny, watched him in silence.

"What my lord seeks is neither the restoration of the Han Dynasty nor the throne of Human Emperor and Son of Heaven left by the Shang and Zhou Dynasties. He seeks an end to the turmoil in this world."

"What wrong have the countless living committed, not even knowing what life means? How fortunate we are to know what it means to die."

"I, Zhao Yun, am willing to follow Shu Han to the Yellow Springs and be buried in oblivion alongside you all."

The Destiny Soul entrusted to the spearpoint streaked through the darkness like a silver meteor. Though its original owner had perished, scenes of unwilling memory still lay within the power he had cultivated.

But Su Lin was not Zhao Yun. He could grasp that sorrow, feel the defiance in the Dragon Guts Silver Spear, and see the final moments