Time stopped at this moment.

Countless glimmering lights lit up in the night, as if tears of a divine maiden were falling from the distant firmament.

In that giant chess game, in the vortex churning like an abyss at the very center, suddenly there was an additional star for decoration.

The vast floods at this moment transformed into countless gentle waves rippling horizontally, tenderly crossing toward the human world. And the woman at the very center, riding a silver lion flying toward the firmament, emanated brilliant, chaotic radiance from her body.

The night sky froze at this place.

Heaven and earth became quiet and desolate.

From the void, gradually, a distant, solemn evening wind began to blow.

This evening wind fell from high places, freely sweeping diagonally across the human world, blowing through islands and dense forests, through deserts and snowfields, through empty and desolate long plains, through rolling hills.

On Heishi Mountain, the Paired Wings flower tree with its full canopy of fiery fragrance rustled in this long wind. That flourishing and gorgeous flower tree had its blossoms falling in profusion. The branches gradually became transparent, faded, and turned into a pool of clear dreams.

With a “bang,” a small silver lock fell from the tree, dropping into the black, moist soil.

Silver-white heavy snow firmly covered the vast valley. The long plain stretched endlessly, with two names written side by side in the snow, carelessly scattered by the swirling wind particles.

Quietly passing away.

The wind continued to blow, blowing through the dark blue seaside forest of Li’er Kingdom, through the gold-painted and silver-embroidered dance clothes by the bonfire in Wufan City, through the golden sunset hanging at the tip of the pagoda in Yuemo Mountain, through that pitch-black night rain by the churning river waves of the Mingming River in front of Heishi City.

It blew through everything, blowing onto the young man’s snow-bright silver spear, onto that vivid bloom that would never wither.

This was a Paired Wings flower created by Zanxing’s illusion technique. One Paired Wings flower needed only a little spiritual power—it required no deliberate maintenance and could bloom for a long, long time.

The young man murmured: “No…”

He tried to use his illusion technique to preserve this crimson beauty, but he was ultimately not the master of the Paired Wings flower. He could only watch this phoenix, about to fly, gradually depart from the floating dream shadows.

Nothing was left behind.

In the night sky, there seemed to be the faint roar of a giant beast, gradually dissipating.

Spirit beasts were their masters’ most loyal companions. It was born for her and died for her.

“Heh heh,” the golden-eyed youth leaning against the long pillar looked toward the end of the void, laughing sarcastically: “Turned to ash, left nothing behind at all.”

“Shut up!” Bujiang glared at him angrily.

But Gui Yansheng paid no attention, only speaking faintly and calmly: “So what about Heavenly Demon bloodline? So what about giving everything? Just a chess piece.” He struggled to catch his breath, his body gradually floating with a layer of black shadows. “What a fool, sacrificing for the world’s people is the most stupid thing…”

Those black shadows blurred his body, like a firefly about to extinguish, flying bit by bit toward the distant sky.

“Gui Yansheng?” Bujiang was suddenly startled.

The youth’s body was already completely shrouded in darkness. Only a relieved smile could be seen on his face, as if he had unloaded a burden carried for many years and was, for the first time, becoming light in posture.

“What do the world’s people have to do with me? What do all living beings have to do with me?”

Those golden pupils were like golden clouds at noon, passionate and dazzling.

His voice gradually fell, becoming a golden phantom in the vast sky.

“I just… didn’t want to accept fate.”

He was born with different-colored eyes and was regarded as an anomaly. A half-demon born from the union of a human and a demon, living as lowly as an ant throughout his life. Being tolerated by neither race, wandering homeless with relatives and friends scattered, this was the destiny heaven had arranged for him.

He had spent his entire life trying to change his fate, yet was ultimately backlashed by fate.

The Demon clan was born rebellious. Now that heaven wanted to destroy the world, he would save people.

By the black river waves of the Mingming River, the girl who had been lost and found lay in his arms, blood spreading from her heart like blooming flowers. Xiao Chun looked at him gently and said: “If you’re worried I’ll leave regrets behind, please help me return to the village to see my mother, and go to the small town where we used to live to taste the pastries from the neighboring tavern for me…”

The great flood had submerged everything. If he could stop this flood, at least someone could still help her taste the pastries from the small town tavern.

Ants were lowly and insignificant, bustling about, struggling in the waves of the floating world.

But in this world, there must always be traces left of the ants’ existence.

In the night sky, the last star returned to its position.

By the giant chessboard spanning the firmament, there seemed to be a misty human figure. Between the sweep of immortal palms, the sound of placing chess pieces was cool.

In an instant, the sound of torrential waters stopped.

The vortex was filled by the star, and the scattered spiritual energy slowly reversed.

As if time that had been stopped finally began to flow again at this moment.

In the black mountain terrain of Heishi City, the spiritual veins that had already dried up suddenly gushed forth like the newborn morning sun. Those water flows were vivid and full of vitality, gurgling as they enveloped the entire mountain range.

In the Mingxiu Courtyard on Gufeng Mountain, the old persimmon tree that had already shown signs of decay suddenly trembled and produced its first green bud at the branch tip.

The submerged farmland was like an isolated island at sea. The old ox mooed twice, its horns covered with yellow sand, struggling to climb up from the mud with difficulty.

The mother who had been desperately struggling in the vortex showed wild joy, lifting her child high above her head the moment the flood receded, her face showing the happiness of surviving a disaster.

The tide rapidly receded from the vast earth. The refugees fleeing toward the mountains stopped in their tracks, looking back in surprise, watching Duzhou regain its vitality.

The sound of collapsing houses stopped.

The firmament no longer swayed precariously.

The heavy rain pouring down from the nine heavens had somehow become gentle, the raindrops becoming fine and dense. Those river waves that hadn’t had time to recede no longer fiercely devoured the human world. They became gentle and soft, like the most tender palms, compassionately caressing heaven and earth.

Duzhou became a vast river, no longer roaring, angry. It was calm and lingering, reflecting the magnificent night sky above.

In the vast sky, at some unknown time, it had become filled with stars.

Those dazzling rays of light mixed with the fine raindrops, ten thousand streams of star rain falling, creating golden light on the water surface, illuminating Duzhou with brilliant colors, dazzling and enchanting.

Heaven and earth were gentle and beautiful, magnificent and grand.

From the highest and most distant place, a star fell from the end, tracing a burning mark across the night sky, falling into the young man’s palm.

That Evening Star hairpin that had once been broken and then re-glued—the star adorning the hairpin head had completely disappeared. Only that no-longer-bright, somewhat dim plain hairpin remained as the only trace of her existence.

But it wasn’t the only one.

In the center of the great hall, the stone tablet on the Immortal Ascension Platform was still empty, but at the very front of the squares in the chess game, there was now an additional small glowing statue.

The woman’s long hair danced, her features bright and beautiful like spring water. She held an azure staff, prostrate upon a giant beast. Below her, the silver lion with its dignified bearing in the gentle wind was looking at everyone with a smile.

Beautiful as morning clouds, with absolutely gorgeous features.

End of Heavenly Fate Chapter