Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

"so..."

An Ming watched the ever-changing scene before him, which was a thousand cycles paved with his footsteps.

"What exactly do you want to tell me?"

For ordinary people, every reincarnation is like a new life, but for An Ming, it is the burden of carrying all the past and moving forward.

He can't forget.

We must not forget any subtle time nodes, and we must not make even a single wrong move.

Any tiny deviation may cause the entire timeline to slide completely into an irreversible abyss, making all efforts go to waste.

Precisely because he carries such heavy pressure, in those early reincarnations that are destined to be imperfect, when the ending has already been written, he will allow himself to temporarily put down the heavy responsibility and choose a relatively easy life as a moment of respite in the long journey.

Sometimes, he chooses to be Grammer's watchman.

At dusk, at the end of the Grammer civilization, I sat side by side with fireflies on the wasteland, silently gazing up at the meteor shower that extinguished the stars one by one.

In the glow of destruction, hold tightly the warm hand beside you until the final silence comes.

Sometimes, he would choose to be an ordinary person and live with Fu Xuan in a small courtyard in Yuque, watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the courtyard and the clouds roll and unfold in the sky.

In the annual rings of the peach tree, we can see that her beauty remains unchanged and she will stay with us until we grow old.

He also chose to become a singer. He has been the most tacit partner of Robin since childhood. The idol group formed by the two is popular all over the world.

After shedding his idol halo, he retired with his beloved and spent his old age in peace.

He also created a business legend on Edo Star, founded an interstellar consortium that was comparable to the Interstellar Peace Company, and became a world-renowned business giant.

After dealing with the intergalactic trade contracts, the most enjoyable thing is to accompany Hua Huo in traveling among the stars, and at the same time invest in the entire interstellar film and television industry for Hua Huo, allowing her to shine the brightest on the Avenue of Stars.

Or he may have practiced in the Izumo Realm for a thousand years and achieved the realm of a half-step star god. When the day of destruction approaches, he will hold his natal immortal sword and go against the sky. The sword light will spread across 30,000 miles and he will personally cut off the sun, bringing a dawn to Izumo that has not been seen for a thousand years.

Then he took his only disciple, Yayi, and disappeared into the Cloud Recesses, letting the legends spread in the world and never asking about worldly affairs again.

He also traveled across the starry sea and finally found Sakura, whose memory was blank, on a snowy border planet.

When he saw that lonely figure on the ice field, this time he took the initiative to step forward and hold her hand tightly.

Outside the battleship's portholes lies the never-ending spring of Edo Star, where millions of cherry trees bloom at the same time, as brilliant as the Milky Way.

In this boundless sea of ​​cherry blossoms, every one was planted by An Ming himself for her during the endless time he spent waiting.

Under the eternal moonlight of Tethys, she assisted Aini in becoming a true queen and completely severed the ladder of remembrance. From that moment on, there was no need for new saints to sacrifice themselves to fate.

However, no matter at the end of each journey, An Ming could not confess the truth to anyone. Once he said it, it would attract the attention of the universe's will and lead to Hai's discovery.

This is a long journey with no end in sight, a trek across countless reincarnations. In order to reach the end, he is destined to go alone.

Everything you encounter on the journey will disappear at the end of the world, just like sand that you can never hold in your palm, dissipating into the abyss of the sea of ​​stars.

All An Ming can do is keep moving forward.

"Me?"

The last king smiled with relief, "Here... from the beginning to the end, you are the only one here."

[The 99th Reincarnation]

pitch black.

"An Ming."

The huge figure like a star was quietly suspended in the void, with countless dazzling cracks all over its body. Light was rushing out from the cracks, like fragile glass that could shatter completely at any time.

"I can only accompany you here."

Staring at the figure that was on the verge of disappearing, many complex emotions finally emerged from the depths of An Ming's almost numb eyes that he could not suppress.

There is reluctance, respect, and a farewell that transcends fate.

"At the end of the future, I will let you see this moment, and then... you will shoulder the future of the entire universe," the Last King's voice remained calm, but with a sigh of admonition.

"To become the only Star God."

An Ming watched Him quietly. He could clearly sense that the fate of "the end" was slowly withdrawing from the universe and disappearing like the receding tide.

"I won't regret it, because I know that at the end of the journey... there will still be tomorrow."

He paused for a moment and asked the question that was weighing on his heart:

"how about you?"

Even if he was destined not to see the dawn, even if no one else in this vast universe knew what he had paid, or knew this silent sacrifice.

even so...

"Compared to disappearing silently into nothingness," the Last King's voice was calm, without a trace of emotion, "at least there will be someone I can talk to in the end."

He calmly welcomes his own end.

When the ninety-ninth reincarnation comes to an end, the final fate will be completely swallowed by the sea, and there will no longer be "the end" in this universe.

And He Himself will merge into the eternal silence, as if there had never been a ripple. Even if the cycle of reincarnation begins again, there will be no end.

"Do you remember the original plan?"

The body of the Last King began to float upwards like star dust, with bits of light rising and merging into the endless void. However, even at this moment, He still smiled, and His voice echoed deep in An Ming's mind.

If there is a person who can reach out his hand at the very beginning of countless roads——

If there is an identity that can penetrate all timelines, forming a closed loop that neither the universe nor the sea can see through.

All the scenes receded like the tide, the complicated pictures returned to nothingness, and only the faint sound of pages turning gently echoed in the silence. An Ming looked at the Last King who had never existed in front of him and slowly lowered his head.

Seeing the script that has been in the palm of your hand from beginning to end.