When the last moments ran out, the Great Sun was sinking west.
Dusky sunlight spilled across the earth, draping all living beings in a cloak.
On a stretch of seashore.
Meng Chuan watched the sun, already more than halfway "submerged" in the ocean, without a word. Ruthless stood quietly beside him.
The restless wind and waves stirred their robes and gilded their faces.
"It's time," Meng Chuan said suddenly.
Through his Great Dao Sensitivity, he sensed that the Chaos Cycle Seed had grown still to the utmost, as though an earth-shaking explosion might erupt at any moment.
The moment he had waited so long for was almost here.
"Then let's go," Ruthless replied.
Meng Chuan turned to look at Ruthless. In the sunset, her face held a softness unlike her usual bearing.
But she was the one he loved all the same.
"I really hate to leave this behind," Meng Chuan sighed.
"If you don't want to leave it, I'll come back here with you when you return," Ruthless said.
"Ha." Meng Chuan laughed. "I hate to leave this view behind, but I hate even more to leave the person beside me."
"There you go again." Ruthless glanced at him.
Any chance he gets, he says things like that.
That mouth of his certainly isn't going to waste.
Meng Chuan's smile widened, but he said no more of it. Instead, he took her hand.
"Let's head back, gather Ye Fan and the others, and do what remains." Before his words had faded, he and Ruthless were gone.
The sun kept sinking, its dusky glow gradually dimming. Deep darkness was about to fall over heaven and earth, and nothing could stop it.
But everything moved in cycles.
Night was destined to fall, and light had to retreat. Yet after the long