"Ling'er, are you coming too? I'm worried about you..."
"Yes, of course I am. I couldn't bear to lose either of you. Whoever loses, I want to see him one last time. And no matter which of you wins in the end, I will never see him again in this life!"
Ling'er stepped down the ruined steps of Sixth Heaven and looked up toward the endless horizon. Her eyes held no more tears, only resolve and acceptance.
She had always striven to stop the conflict between Hai Chen and Mu Bai, but before the power ordained by fate, she still could not do it. Now that their final showdown was approaching, all she could do was accompany the one who lost to fate. That was all.
"Ling'er, don't you dare do anything foolish. I won't allow it!"
Hai Chen naturally understood what Ling'er meant. He cared about her and could not bear to lose her. He wanted her to stay by his side and keep him company forever.
"How do you know you won't be the one who loses?"
Ling'er strode forward, pushed away Hai Chen's grasp, and drifted away, stepping out of Sixth Heaven. Hai Chen sighed softly and followed close behind. He caught her hand, held it in his palm, and strode toward the Dao Sea Ocean.
Holding Ling'er's hand, Hai Chen's expression grew solemn. Carrying the hopes of countless reincarnations and his reluctance, he resolutely headed for his final battlefield with his brother. In this battle, there would be no victory or defeat, only life and death, with no further transmigration.
He had awaited this day for so long. Yet when it was truly about to arrive, he wished time could pass more slowly, and that the steps he took could be slower too.
But what had