Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

Chapter 776 Fallen Leaves and the Sea

The end.

In Aha's cognition, the End is a very mysterious guy. Even the mysterious God is not as mysterious as the End. It seems that His existence is equivalent to the unknown.

But no matter what...Zhongmo should still be a Star God. Since he is a Star God, he should still exercise authority within the scope of Star Gods. However, the power displayed by Zhongmo just now has already far exceeded the limits of ordinary Star Gods. It is a power that cannot be explained by any known destiny.

In other words, it couldn't be called a Star God at all, but rather a level above the Star God, something that had never appeared in this universe since its birth... the true "above the Star God."

No one knows what is above the Star God, but the powerful pressure displayed at this moment is already greater than the sum of all the Star Gods. To be honest, Aha feels that "He" at this time is more like fun.

Was the Joyful Star God's final demise just a joke? It certainly seemed like a joyful ending.

If He is just Aha.

Aha's gaze seemed to penetrate through layers of branches and reach the roots at the end, or to be more precise, the top of the former World Tree.

At the moment when the last bit of power that Akivali had left in this world completely disappeared, Aha clearly felt the relief and true liberation of his old friend.

It is not difficult to explore new areas. What is difficult is to choose to stop moving forward after witnessing all the truth, and entrust this almost impossible exploration to the next unknown guest who comes here.

Aha knew Akivali. If the old him had witnessed such a hopeless truth, he would have chosen to bear everything alone and sacrifice himself, burying all the pain and secrets in eternal silence.

This would have certainly happened in the past, but Akivalli chose another more difficult path. He chose to use the last bit of power to protect the only hope of a comeback.

When all timelines are swallowed by the sea, the timeline that flickers among the fire is the last and first timeline.

It is He who will restore the world to its rightful course.

"This is... the final foolish play."

Deep in the eyes behind the mask, the last trace of playfulness completely faded away, leaving only the determination to reverse everything.

What is happiness?

A hilarious joke, a packed performance, or just some harmless banter and fun.

For Aha, the question was exceptionally simple.

What is happiness?

Aha, that is joy

"The threads of destiny...are for my use," Ah Ha chuckled, and the countless threads beside him that shone with brilliant gold were suddenly covered with a layer of transparent ash, and then burned towards the source like a burning thread.

That was the power to weave destiny, and at this moment, under Aha's control, the control of the silk thread was temporarily reversed.

In the sun-like sacred light, one seemed to be able to sense some kind of supreme will. With a snap of the fingers that was clear enough to knock on the soul, the gray threads that were burning backwards broke one after another, like severed strings falling powerlessly, and dissipated into dust before they even touched the ground.

And at this moment——

Heaven and earth suddenly separated.

The sword intent, like a phoenix that spreads across the prairie, lies between the sky and the abyss.

The sword intent was not to cut down, but to "present".

Just like the first ray of light at the beginning of creation that separated the clear from the turbid, the entire World Tree was clearly split into two by this sword.

Above the sword intent, a light beyond divinity hung down, as if it had sensed the variable that should not exist here.

Under the sword intent, Aha flew into the air, pulling thousands of transparent silk threads with his fingertips. The mask connected to the end of the silk threads showed a crazy smile.

Standing between these boundaries is An Ming, who appeared before the end holding Wu Ye.

Wuye's buzzing sound gradually subsided, and after the Taixu sword intent dissipated, another extremely terrifying sharp edge spread out.

"who are you?"

The sword tip was slightly raised, pointing precisely at the blurry and distorted light and shadow at the end of the World Tree. An Ming's eyes were cold, and he knew very well that the culprit behind everything before him was definitely not just the end.

Perhaps, in the end, it is just a useful weapon.

"Ah..."

"It's you."

The voice seemed to recognize An Ming and sneered coldly, "A lost...outsider."

As light and shadow flowed, the blurry figure suddenly condensed and turned into a clear entity, which was exactly the same as An Ming's appearance at the moment, but there was an extreme indifference in those eyes that looked down on everything.

"What you're obsessed with is no different from what I'm obsessed with."

Before he finished speaking, the figure's face rippled like water, and suddenly transformed into the appearance of Achievelli. A compassionate smile appeared on the corners of his lips, and his voice was gentle but unquestionable: "Even if it means pioneering, you will eventually become one with me."

Before An Ming could respond, her image distorted again, this time revealing a tearful firefly. A shattered light flickered in her eyes, and her voice carried a desperate accusation: "Stop me... The world will have no tomorrow, and all those lost companions and all their sacrifices will be meaningless!"

The figure seemed to have no fixed form of its own, but kept changing its image, sometimes looking like an old friend who had fought side by side, and sometimes looking like a stranger.

Every face and every voice...is telling of completely different obsessions and sad wishes, as if it is a gathering of all living beings, and as if it is the echo of the end of all things.

He is the incarnation of the end and the ruler who sits high above the universe.

When the sea devours the tree, there will be no way in the universe to stop it.

"Everything is in vain," the figure appeared silently in front of An Ming in a flash of light and shadow, so close that they could almost feel each other's breathing.

“When it’s over, nothing will have changed.”

A pair of white hands gently raised up and stroked An Ming's cheek like a lover's whisper, and what appeared before An Ming's eyes was Ying's gentle yet heart-wrenchingly cold face.

"You were once a dreamer... What's wrong with continuing to indulge in this dream?"

The second before those hands touched An Ming, they suddenly squatted down.

An Ming just stood there looking at Him, sneering, "Has that been enough?"

Ying's brows suddenly became distorted, and a trace of inhuman anger suddenly appeared on the face that should have been gentle, but before He could utter a word -

laugh!

Thousands of invisible threads suddenly burst out from the void and pierced through his body like a spear of judgment.

"cough--"

Sakura's face was suddenly distorted by intense pain, every inch of it was filled with disbelief, and a dark sea like a tide surged out from countless wounds.

An Ming just watched all this indifferently, "Have you performed enough?"

"Haha...you are so heartless."

Sakura's face suddenly melted away, dark sea water flowed out from her wounds, and the silk thread dissolved in silence.

An Ming had no expression on his face and slowly raised his eyes.

"One day is the end, no matter whose face it is, a lifetime is the end."

An Ming certainly did not stand here to listen to His instigation, but was waiting, waiting for Aha's silk thread to imprison him.

But obviously... the unknown in front of us does not have a so-called body. It is more like a concept constructed by pure laws. Even authority can hardly cause any substantial harm.

"The end... Haha." The figure dissipated in front of An Ming and then re-condensed at the top of the World Tree. There was no joy or anger in his voice, only a sense of almost boredom. "He was a fairly interesting guy, but unfortunately... he was one step short."

Just like the most talented actor interpreting the various aspects of life, the figure evolved again, presenting an image that An Ming had never seen before. It was a being with a face shrouded in endless sorrow, as if carrying the end and mourning of the universe.

In His long life, He did see the end once.

And the face full of sorrow in front of him was none other than the last king.

“He has seen the end of all things before anyone else.”

"The authority to know the end of all things did cause a lot of trouble at first... Fortunately, I can now use it as a tool for reincarnation."

A hint of mockery belonging to the manipulator finally seeped into the voice.

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Must finish tonight!!!