After hearing Shenhe's answer, Xiu Yuan smiled too.
It was exactly the answer he had expected.
She would rather go to her death with Xiu Yuan than live on in a world where she could never see him again.
He slowly walked out of the house and went to the edge of Celestia, looking down at the vast continent below.
The people still had no idea that danger was already at their doorstep.
In less than two days, the Abyss would spread to the surface of the continent.
Then evil spirits and calamity would sweep across the entire continent once more.
"How much longer until the Abyss reaches them?" Shenhe saw what was on Xiu Yuan's mind and immediately asked.
"A day and a half. Less than two days."
"So soon?!" Shenhe exclaimed in shock.
"Yes." As he spoke, he slowly raised his right hand, which soon began to glow.
"My husband, what are you going to do?"
"Let them pass with as little pain as possible."
Xiu Yuan's words were frighteningly cold.
For the first time, Shenhe felt as though she no longer quite knew him.
He was not wrong. Compared to being infected by the Abyss and becoming neither human nor ghost, compared to being plunged into despair again, a silent, painless death was clearly a mercy.
But his utterly cold, almost emotionless tone truly felt unfamiliar to Shenhe.
He loved the world, loved its people, loved everything, yet now he had to destroy it all with his own hands.
Although Xiu Yuan had not formed bonds with many people in his third life, they were all familiar faces.
Jean, Qiqi, Ningguang, Xiao, Morax, Hu Tao, Eula, Amber, Kazuha, Zebu...
From where he stood, Xiu Yuan could clearly see their every movement.
"I'm sorry."
"Please forgive my helplessness."