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His only weakness is that it is not lacking in the slightest.
Golden blood gushed out, and Wan Di knelt down helplessly.
In the moments before he completely lost consciousness, his eyes flickered with confusion.
"Why……"
"why?"
Bai E stared blankly at the black-clad swordsman who was walking towards him with his sword raised.
"Hmph..." The black-clad swordsman gave a slight snort.
Bai E clutched his head, stood up almost frantically, and roared furiously at the black-clad swordsman.
"Take them away from me..."
The black-clad swordsman charged at him, brandishing his sword.
The sun's radiance shone in Bai E's eyes. At this moment, he didn't even want to wipe away his tears; he only wanted to swing his sword and charge towards the black-clad swordsman.
The prisoner carrying fire, Bai E.
His battle has never ceased.
Inside the Marble Heavenly Palace, Tibao suddenly shouted "White Calamity!"
Before anyone could react, Bai E's figure had already swept past them, rushing quickly into the distance.
What is a moment to an ordinary person is extremely slow to Bai E at this moment. He would rather find himself faster!
He had already tried to communicate with Zong Rong once, but he hadn't gotten any answers that time. This time, he was determined to get to the bottom of it!
"Stop..."
A doorway suddenly appeared beside him, and a dark figure emerged from it.
Bai E swung his sword down, but it was easily blocked.
"The destination...not reached...all in vain."
Chapter 109 The End of the Journey
The black blade met the gleaming blade.
May the world no longer need a savior.
Blood splattered on white flowers and splashed on the walls; the monsters of the Black Tide killed every ordinary person.
In thirty million reincarnations, he has witnessed far too many deaths, and his prophecies have been executed accurately time and time again without error.
The saint of fate shattered into a thousand pieces, withering in the soil of a foreign land; all the woven gold was bathed for the last time in warm, dazzling gold; the rational scholar, having transcended to the ultimate purity, returned to the corrupt, bitter darkness...
Bai E trembled as he looked at his hands stained with golden blood, his vision blurring.
He awoke with a start in the golden wheat field, and upon opening his eyes, he saw the blazing sun high in the sky.
"The White Calamity of the Elegant Secret Pavilion,"
"What is your ideal?"
A gentle breeze caressed the golden wheat field as Anaxagoras entered, just as he had in the classroom years before. He revealed who Behe was and where he came from, and finally, he inquired about Behe's ideals.
Bai E's eyes widened in shock, and he woke up from his dream.
His ideal...
Swords clashed, and his battle with "himself" continued.
He once basked in the cheers and adoration of the people, enjoying the glory of a hero.
Therefore, he would use all his strength to block "his own" blade.
He used to play with children and became their idol.
So he wanted to go further and snatch the children's future from "himself".
He once fought alongside countless enemies and made progress together.
Therefore, he will not be defeated by "himself"...
This is how it should be.
He thought he probably knew what that meant.
Onpharos, Janusapolis—through the power of the Gate, the Firewalker brought Bai'er here, and their battle continues.
"Go back... and wait for the exploration..."
Facing the sword that Bai E swung at him, he dodged to the side and then flicked the sword slightly, causing it to fly out of Bai E's hand.
During their clash, Bai E's Qin Chen sword was knocked away by the black-clad swordsman.
He lost to "himself".
Looking back, he stood once again at his starting point, the Elegant Secret Pavilion.
On this small dock where the ship sets sail, he reaches out his hand, trying to grasp the horizon of the sea and the rising dawn.
When he removed his hand from the dawn, the light of dawn shone into his eyes, and he stared wide-eyed once more. He remembered, he should have remembered long ago!
As the brilliant dawn broke, he opened his arms to embrace it all.
"I just want—"
The raging fire consumed everything, and on the sharp blade of Qin Chen's sword, the figure of the black-clad swordsman holding up Bai E was reflected.
He used the great black sword in his hand to pierce Bai E's body, and golden blood flowed down the blade.
Bai E slowly grasped the hilt of the sword, and his golden blood flowed onto the black-clad swordsman's hand.
Golden blood transformed into flames, and in the shattered mirror, "Bai E" turned his head. His figure began to overlap with that of the black-clad swordsman. His eyes were devoid of tenderness, leaving only an almost indifferent calm.
Amidst endless destruction, their figures collide.
One is intact, the other is broken like an ancient sculpture.
In the end, he tore his own body apart, letting the power of destruction flow into it.
Within this shattered shell, a new being has been born into this world.
A divine halo floated behind him, and he had two wings on his back, one gold and one purple, with undying golden blood flowing from the cracks covering his body.
"If this isn't the end,"
"It's up to me,"
"Keep going."
The number of sparks that have been passed down through countless cycles is probably beyond their imagination.
He gazed at the Firewalker standing before him, and like the "himself" in the light screen, he had lost.
The Fire Thief was also watching him, but instead of piercing Bai E with his sword like the Fire Thief in the light screen, he fell silent.
He used the power of the gate to send Bai'er back to Ohma, while he himself silently watched everything in the light screen.
That was the closest memory to him.
"Until you see it with your own eyes,"
"The end of this journey."
The black tide that swept across Onphalus gathered in his hands.
Endless destructive power coalesced into a celestial star that annihilated everything, falling upon the Black Tide monster and the black-clad swordsman.
The black-clad swordsman raised his sword one last time, facing the destructive celestial star.
"But what is called fate,"
"I will never yield."
At the end of destruction, on the burning earth.
A ray of sunlight fell, and when he looked up, he saw the Elegant Secret Pavilion bathed in the light of dawn.
"33550336"
Indeed, he has achieved his goal and can be said to have won.
Even without the light curtain, the Star Train will still arrive at Onpharos.
Therefore, he did indeed lose his duel with Caiuslana, and he wouldn't deny that. Because in those thirty million eternal cycles of rebirth, the one who most identified with this will was precisely him.
P.S.: What's the next thing to stream?
Then, regarding the broadcast of the Onpharos storyline, will it be released version by version, or will the first few versions be shortened and then the major revelations be shown?
Chapter 110 Please close your eyes when it gets dark
【Corona】
[Playback complete]
[Next up: "Close Your Eyes When It Gets Dark"]
He recalled that day when Xing, who had self-destructed right from the start, made an overly confident statement that sparked an endless chain of suspicion among them, but the result surprised them.
"Close your eyes when it gets dark"
【Start playing】
March 7th slowly opened its eyes from its deep sleep.
What she saw was a broken prison, and...
Someone who looks exactly like her.
The person spoke with a light laugh, their words revealing an emotion they couldn't quite articulate.
"You're awake,"
"My March".
Memories flashed through March 7's mind: memories of fighting Sundays together with her companions in Pinocchio.
But in those black and white memories, there was an additional figure that had never existed. She stood quietly behind March 7th, watching everything, but no one ever noticed.
Some blurry memories flashed by, and she saw herself going crazy.
"Don't you recognize me?"
The man waved his finger in front of her, as if to remind her.
But she didn't have the strength to answer, and she closed her eyes again.
Pam, who was cleaning and watching videos, rushed to Himeko's side.
He looked warily and fearfully behind March 7, as if searching for the figure standing behind March 7 in the light screen.
“Pam, don’t be afraid. That’s just March’s second personality.” Xing walked behind March 7 without any fear and patted the air as she spoke.
"Look, I can take pictures of myself however I want and it's fine, hahaha!"
Suddenly, a chill, seemingly from nowhere, swept over Xing, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably.
"Young man, you have no sportsmanship! You actually resorted to sneak attacks!" Xing immediately pointed to an empty corner and said.
"What on earth are you directing and acting out?!" March 7th couldn't hold back any longer and mercilessly complained to Star, who kept darting into the empty corner behind her.
"March, bring out your second personality! I want to fight her! How dare she ambush me!"
"...Even if I wanted to scream, it wouldn't be so easy for me to do so." March 7th stared at the stars speechlessly.
The treasure box of sealed memories has never been opened.
After all of this was burned, "she," holding a black umbrella, slowly walked up to the sleeping March 7th.
Her fingertips gently traced the corner of March 7's mouth.
When a raindrop falls onto the calm surface of a lake of memory, a non-existent memory unfolds—
On March 7th, he personally explored every corner of Onfaros, using his camera to record every detail of his journey.