Silver Wolf helplessly spread his hands. "Sigh~ I knew my guess was right, ' Emanator ' are attracted to each other."
"Since you haven't made any progress for so long, I'll give you a little 'spoiler'," she said, blowing her Lil' Twist Bubble Gum again. "Just like that time with Penacony."
Xing's lips twitched for a moment. She was still one step behind. Ye Yan was still staying behind the scenes and had even brought out the Silver Wolf.
"Sigh~ Teacher Ye Yan..."
"Alright, alright, forget about Ye Yan for now, let's hear the 'spoilers'."
Silver Wolf cleared his throat. This time, the format was a little different; he spoke directly to her face:
"Ahem~ In short, Amphoreus is truly a testing ground for ' Erudition,' and it is rapidly falling into the Path ' Destruction ': a ' Lord Ravager ' will soon complete its evolution in Amphoreus."
"Ah, you already said that," Xing prompted.
"Here's the key point: everyone is trapped in the ' Eternal Recurrence ' created by Phainon and Cyrene. Their goal is simple: to fight against the Aeon and rewrite the world's destined ' Destruction '."
Silver Wolf closed the non-existent " Script," and said, "Hey, want to guess the identity of ' Flame Reaver '?"
Ye Yan.
Silver Wolf:...
"Never mind, the answer will be revealed soon anyway."
"Getting back to the main point, the Eternal Recurrence has already occurred 33,550,336 times. And in this final cycle..."
Sizzle sizzle...
The interference current appeared at just the right moment, followed immediately by a bright white light.
Xing felt a blur before her eyes. She was still in the center of the Vortex of Genesis, but the difference was that the ' Lygus ' that Silver Wolf was playing had disappeared, as if he had been deliberately erased.
Xing expressed understanding regarding this situation, believing that Silver Wolf had likely been 'sanctioned'.
"Hiss~ Who popped that flashbang?"
She rubbed her slightly sore eyes. Was this a pleasant surprise or a shock?
"Hey buddy? Are you alright?"
Phainon was also confused about the situation. From his perspective, both Xing and Lygus had disappeared for a moment, but now only Xing had returned.
Xing and Phainon stood side by side on a suspended platform at the edge of the Vortex of Genesis, with billions of light-years of void flowing beneath their feet.
Just as Phainon was concerned, a cold, Intellitron voice suddenly appeared, echoing in the Vortex of Genesis.
"Look: standing beside the swordsman is the very man he sometimes calls his partner, sometimes his comrade-in-arms, the 'nameless hero' who has vanished without a trace in history—"
"She was the ' Savior ' of my childhood dreams, the one who guided me forward with unwavering resolve—now, in the name of the ' Nameless,' she has become an indispensable part of the epic of Amphoreus."
"This time, under her guidance, what choices will the heroes make, and where will the fate of the world lead? And what, then, is the ultimate essence of everything in Amphoreus?...
"Many questions remain unanswered. But please allow me to step back for now and give a round of applause to another more suitable candidate: he will reveal the answers and bring you the conclusion of the 33,550,336th Journey of Flame-Chase— "
"He is the master of those countless Remembrance, and at this very moment, another distinguished guest has stepped into the Vortex of Genesis — the Flame Reaver!"
Xing gripped the rainbow battle staff tightly in his hand, the amber light flowing across the staff resonating subtly with the Creation energy at the heart of the Vortex of Genesis.
Phainon closed his eyes and concentrated, golden divine power flowing around his body.
Buzz--
A cold, viscous, and oppressive feeling, carrying the deathly stillness of the end, suddenly tore apart the sacred and magnificent atmosphere at the Vortex of Genesis.
Xing and Phainon suddenly turned around!
From the shattered void, that tattered black robe, like a death knell announcing the end of the world, silently stepped out.
The Flame Reaver!
The shadow beneath his hood surged with a darkness deeper than the Vortex of Genesis, and the straight sword in his hand, flowing with viscous shadows, its tip touching the ground, corroded ominous holes in the platform of pure Creation energy.
He came, in the final moments, like a leech clinging to a bone, like a preordained calamity.
Phainon's pupils suddenly contracted, and the golden flames were instantly ignited by the chilling killing intent.
He watched the approaching shadow, the sword that had brought Destruction and despair countless times, and a sense of fatalistic anger and sorrow exploded in his chest.
Phainon's voice was low and hoarse, each word seemingly ground out from between his teeth, carrying a deep-seated hatred:
"It seems... you've succeeded after all... executioner!"
The instant Phainon finished speaking, an unbelievable scene unfolded!
On either side of the platform, Phainon and the Flame Reaver, separated by tens of meters, raised their arms and held their longswords upright in perfect sync, their movements perfectly synchronized, like two sides of a mirror.
The curve of the arm, the bend of the fingers, even the subtle tremors of the muscles, all achieved an astonishing level of absolute consistency.
Immediately afterwards, two completely different voices, one filled with anger and determination, the other cold and lifeless, resounded in unison within the Vortex of Genesis of Creation:
"Burn yourself as fuel... to ignite the dawn of the next life!"
The moment the words fell, completely opposite forces erupted from the palms of the two men who raised them simultaneously.
The two forces collided violently in the center of the platform, but there was no earth-shattering explosion; the space itself was torn apart like fragile glass.
The platform, composed of pure Creation energy, trembled violently, and its edges began to crumble!
The final battle begins at the Vortex of Genesis!
"Star!"
Phainon let out a low roar, his entire body transforming into a burning golden streak of light, carrying a furious rage that could incinerate everything, and charged towards the Flame Reaver.
The " Dawn's Advance " longsword in his hand erupted with unprecedented light, like a comet striking the moon.
The Flame Reaver was silent; his Shadow Straight Sword drew a cold arc, precisely meeting the attack.
The moment the sword and staff clashed, a soul-piercing hiss erupted, and the pure collision of power twisted even the energy arms at the heart of the Vortex of Genesis.
Without the slightest hesitation, Xing unleashed the " Eternity Wings of Preservation," sending a beam of amber light soaring into the sky.
Instead of joining forces with Phainon, she channeled all her power into the mimicry bat, transforming it into a spear of light that tore through space, its target aimed directly at the Flame Reaver's flickering, elusive core.
The battle quickly escalated to a fever pitch, with Phainon unleashing his full power in every strike, unleashing a torrent of golden divine energy.
The Dawn's Advance, danced in his hand like a Destruction storm, its passage briefly pushing aside even the energy flow at the Vortex of Genesis.
The Flame Reaver is like the coldest killing machine, with movements so simple yet so efficient.
With each swing of the Shadow Straight Sword, Phainon's attacks were precisely parried, deflected, and neutralized.
His teleportation became even more unpredictable; one second he was parrying Phainon's staff strike, and the next second the cold sword blade had appeared beside Xing.
If it weren't for the " Eternity " Wings of the Star granting her unparalleled speed and " Preservation," she would likely have been severely injured long ago.
"Are you kidding me? You're coming at me now?"
Anyone with eyes can see that this should be a true man's duel between Phainon and the Flame Reaver!