Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

Qingque never imagined a real apocalypse.

For her, the end of the world was probably the time many years ago when she witnessed An Ming's death. For the first time, the usually calm and composed Fu Xuan showed a look of utter despair, as if the light of the whole world had been extinguished.

For Qingque, that was the only apocalypse she understood.

And now, what is presented before us may be the true vision contained in the word "apocalypse".

Her fingertips tightened unconsciously, and she felt a sticky sensation on the hilt of the sword. Qingque looked down slowly and saw that her right hand was already a bloody mess, with blood slowly dripping down the hilt.

The pain sensation had long since gone numb, leaving only a distant stinging pain at the tip of my palm.

This was not the martial arts competition on the Immortal Boat she was familiar with, nor was it a mere friendly sparring match; this was a real war... a life-or-death struggle that would never stop because of anyone's tears or prayers.

Qingque raised her hand to wipe away the blood splattered on her cheek, looking at the ever-expanding crack in the sky. The wound on her palm reopened with each movement, but she seemed oblivious to the pain as she gripped the sword hilt even tighter.

So this is what the end of the world is like.

So this is... the confrontation with despair itself.

Yanqing's situation was quite different. Although he had already made great achievements with his sword, his youthful spirit was not as refined as Jingyuan's, who had been tempered for thousands of years. At this moment, he was raising his sword and slashing down a quantum shadow.

Before he could catch his breath, he prepared to continue the battle. More than fifty system hours had passed since the Immortal Ship Fleet arrived at the defensive line. During this time, the endless attacks of the Quantum Shadow never stopped for a moment.

Like a real tide, it is endless and terrifying, even more so than the bountiful monstrosities. Even if you kill it, it will only be returned to the ocean.

At the beginning of the war, Yanqing witnessed the majesty of the Commander level more than once. There was the magnificent and merciless lightning that he knew so well, which illuminated the sky, and there was also the cold crescent moon that froze the Milky Way.

Just as ordinary cloud riders fought to the death on the battlefield, generals were also battling the most violent waves of the quantum sea in the far more distant depths of the void.

This is an unprecedented enemy, and the final battle to safeguard the future of the world.

Yanqing could no longer remember how many comrades had fallen before his eyes. Broken Yunqi spears were everywhere, but there were even more warriors who, knowing what lay ahead, still chose to move forward.

For the people of Xianzhou... or for everyone in the universe, this has never been a choice.

To protect our only hope for tomorrow, we must fight to the death.

There is no turning back in this battle; the only way is to sacrifice ourselves as a monument, etching the final mark of humanity onto this star field.

Even if it is destined to be a hopeless battle.

Since the initial downpour, the intervals between the abundant golden rains have become increasingly longer. Although no one can observe the battle at the Star God level, they can guess that the pressure the apothecary is under is by no means easy.

The entire battlefield was like a complex machine on the verge of its limit, with every component, even the smallest gear, working at full speed, yet it was nothing more than a desperate resistance.

Everyone seemed to be waiting for a miracle.

More accurately, they were waiting for someone to appear.

When the shadow of the end looms over everything, miracles are no longer some vague and ethereal concept; a miracle is simply a specific person.

Those who stood shoulder to shoulder with him, those he saved, and even those who had only heard his story, all shared the same belief at this moment:

If he reappears, he will surely be able to avert this catastrophe.

The final chapter of the universe....

It shouldn't be, and it absolutely shouldn't be, written at this moment.

Just as Yanqing took a deep breath and prepared to grip the sword hilt tightly again, a strong tremor suddenly came from the edge of the universe.

The quantum shadows, which had been surging like a tide, all froze in an instant. They remained frozen in the void in their fighting postures, and then, like marks erased by an eraser, they silently melted away.

No one was given any time to prepare.

Yan Qing's pupils contracted sharply as he looked up at the sky. It was the first time in his life that he had witnessed the sky being torn apart.

Those invisible giant hands brutally tore open the outer shell of the universe, ripping the laws that sustain all things into naked fragments. Only when that cold, icy radiance, like a frozen sun, shone upon the world did Yanqing belatedly realize what was happening.

That was a pupil.

The vertical pupil spanning the galaxy reflects the birth and death of the entire universe. Countless civilizations flow like fleeting shadows in the depths of the iris. It gazes at the future that is about to fall into the sea of ​​quantum mechanics, and the stars pale in comparison to its gaze.

The outer shell of the universe peeled away like a thousand layers of withered petals. Yan Qing, leaning on his sword, knelt on one knee and struggled to raise his head amidst the overwhelming pressure.

"Click"

A crisp cracking sound reverberated throughout the universe.

In a daze, all the creatures that fought bloody battles saw that the cocoon that enveloped the entire universe, the last barrier that held together the world bubble and the tree of imaginary numbers, was beginning to collapse from the cracks.

Even the strongest cage will eventually break.

When the last cocoon shell turned into stardust, what was revealed to all living beings was a scene beyond imagination.

An endless darkness, and within that darkness, billions of pupils slowly opening.

In every pair of eyes lies a universe that has sunk into the ocean.

"...Kafka, is this the end?"

Inside the warship, there was no need for surveillance; those pupils were already reflected in everyone's minds.

Silver Wolf silently stared at the control panel that had suddenly malfunctioned, his fingertips tapping unconsciously on the console, wondering what kind of enemy Little Firefly was facing now.

Kafka stood quietly by the porthole. More than sixty system hours had passed since the appearance of the Quantum Shadow, and the Star Core Hunter had provided support several times based on the detailed real-time coordinates provided by the Black Tower Space Station.

"The end was originally intended to be an expansion from the end of the timeline, but now..."

Elio remained in his black cat form, perched by the window, his cat-like eyes revealing a myriad of thoughts. "As the script states, when the universe reaches its true end, exploration and the end will permeate the beginning and the end of the story."

"script."

Kafka murmured softly, "It's less a script for the end, and more a script for humanity from beginning to end."

“Kafka, the cocoon has broken, and we don’t have much time left,” Silver Wolf said with a touch of melancholy, trying to lighten his tone. “It seems that the bottle of treasured red wine won’t be ready for the victory celebration… Let’s open it now.”

"And your wish can also be fulfilled."

Blade's face remained expressionless, but this time he shook his head slightly.

There should still be things that can be done before death comes.