"In this way, the last Core Flame can be returned to its place."
" The Spiritwater in the Holy City have dried up... However, 'we' can do our best to break through Priestess Fagina's sealing spell... and use the ' World-Splitting Gate ' to send you into the Vortex of Genesis."
Trinnon said, "But... that would probably deplete the remaining Janus power we have. The rest is up to you, Little Bai."
Phainon sighed again, quite helplessly. "Farewell... I'm almost numb to it. At this point... I can't even utter a dry goodbye."
One parting after another followed along the way; pushed by fate, Phainon didn't even have the chance to properly say goodbye to his family and friends...
" Little Bai..."
"Don't worry, Teacher Trinnon. I'm no longer the empty shell that Aglaea brought back to Okhema."
Phainon quickly rallied, "The belief in World-Saving of every companion who didn't make it to the end will become a part of me, piecing together the soul I once lost."
"I lost my homeland, but you, Aglaea, and everyone else together have woven a second home for me."
"Now, this home is also in imminent danger... It is my turn to repay your kindness and create a new world that can support all our desires."
"I hope that in that new world, a brand new sun will rise—bringing dawn after dawn to everyone."
Trinnon smiled and said, "You've grown into exactly what Aya hoped for, Little Bai."
Indeed, we don't need to say goodbye here...
"Because, without the need for prophetic confirmation, 'we' are confident in asserting... you will definitely become that rising sun."
And we will all... surely meet again "tomorrow."
Deep within the Cloud Stone Heavenly Palace lies the Chrysos Heirs' Baths.
This place was once a sacred site where the ancient Chrysos Heirs bathed in divine grace, but now it has become an arena for the battle between divine remains and " Destruction ".
The massive dome had long since crumbled, revealing the cold starlight of the eternal night. Broken stone pillars, like severed limbs, were submerged in murky Spiritwater that had once held divine power.
The air was filled with moisture, dust, blood, and the chilling scent of death.
Dan Heng knelt on one knee at the edge of the icy Spiritwater, his Cloud-Piercing Spear deeply embedded in the shattered white jade bricks, supporting his swaying body.
Blood slid down his arm, which was gripping the gun tightly, and dripped into the murky water, spreading a glaring red.
His breathing was heavy and broken, each inhale aggravating the deep, bone-revealing wound in his chest and abdomen, a mark left by the shadowy sword light casually swung by the Flame Reaver.
Opposite him, the Flame Reaver stood silently atop a toppled golden pillar.
The black-robed figure remained motionless in the starlight filtering through the shattered dome, like a frozen silhouette of death.
The shadowy straight sword in his hand pointed diagonally at the ground, and the Black Tide flowed and dripped slowly on the sword like a living thing, corroding the precious Spiritwater below and making a sizzling sound.
The shadow beneath the hood coldly watched the exhausted opponent below.
For him, this battle wasn't even a warm-up.
"Cough..."
Dan Heng coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining his chest red. He forced up his last bit of divine power, a flash of blue light appearing in his eyes!
Before the Flame Reaver could react, the vast amount of remaining Spiritwater in the entire Chrysos Heirs' Baths instantly boiled.
The murky water burst forth with an unprecedented bluish-green light, as if a sleeping behemoth had been completely enraged.
A giant wave several meters high suddenly rose up, no longer a gentle stream of water, but transformed into a liquid behemoth compressed from pure Spiritwater.
They roared, carrying a violent force capable of crushing mountains, like a collapsing tsunami, and pounded wildly at the Flame Reaver atop the pillar from all directions.
This was a strike by Dan Heng mobilizing the Spiritwater essence of the entire bathhouse; its power was so immense that it seemed to completely submerge and Purification this space!
However--
Faced with this raging torrent that would make even ordinary demigods tremble, the Flame Reaver did not even change his posture.
He simply and casually raised the hand holding the Shadow Straight Sword, pointed the tip forward, and lightly touched it.
Buzz!
Where the sword tip touched, the space rippled like the surface of water where a pebble had been thrown, spreading out in a visible dark purple wave. The ripples seemed gentle, yet they contained the purest power.
Sizzle--!
Like a scorching hot iron piercing through ice and snow, the roaring torrent of Spiritwater emitted a piercing, mournful cry the moment it touched the dark purple ripples.
The raging behemoth of Spiritwater seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall of sighs; its massive body instantly froze and disintegrated.
The azure light containing Dan Heng's last bit of energy dimmed rapidly under the erosion of the dark purple ripples, like a candle flickering in the wind.
The giant wave, several meters high, was abruptly wiped out less than three feet from the Flame Reaver.
Not a trace of moisture remained, as if it had never existed!
Dan Heng could barely hold on, and his whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the hard edge of the bathtub. The Cloud-Piercing Spear flew out of his hand and landed with a 'clang' in the distance.
He lay on the cold stone bricks, his vision blurred, only able to see the shattered starry sky above the dome, and the black-robed figure slowly descending like the Grim Reaper atop the golden pillar.
The tip of the Shadow Straight Sword was pointed at his heart.
The chilling killing intent, like a tangible chain, pinned him to the ground, making even lifting a finger an impossible dream.
Is it over...?
No, you're overthinking it. How could someone blessed with " Eternity " possibly experience exhaustion?
Dan Heng was just waiting for the Flame Reaver to take the bait, so he could catch him off guard.
However, after persisting for so long, Dan Heng was inevitably a little tired.
The Flame Reaver landed silently a few steps in front of Dan Heng, without making a single unnecessary movement.
The shadowy straight sword in his hand began to rapidly condense and compress, its tip gleaming with a chilling, dark purple light powerful enough to pierce the very core of the world.
This was the final blow, devoid of any frills, just the death order to annihilate everything.
In that critical moment, when death was about to fall—
" Dan Heng --!!!"
Two sharp, anxious shouts, like thunderclaps tearing through despair, boomed from the huge gap in the broken dome of the bathhouse!
Two figures fell from the sky like meteors, crashing heavily between Dan Heng and the Flame Reaver.