Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

The pitch-black sun hung high in the sky.

The Great Sun never speaks, just as it did with Izumo and Takamagahara. It's not that it doesn't care, but rather that it never paid attention.

Every breath Raiden Mei took was tinged with the heavy stench of blood. Weakness washed over her like a tidal wave, making even lifting a finger a luxury, let alone grasping the remaining wreckage of the imperial sword. The broken hilt lay silently beside her, much like her shattered hope.

Failure, failure after failure. People charged headlong into the black sun, risking their lives, only to fall again and again before the despairing void. Mei's vision began to blur. She didn't understand the meaning of it all. Were their sacrifices merely a pointless waste from the very beginning?

"Mei."

"What is your aspiration?"

In her blurring vision, Raiden Mei seemed to see her mother's gentle smile. She had already lost so much—her family, her clan, and now even this last vestige of her being...

No.

no way!

Through her blood-stained eyes, she saw that most important figure walking towards the sun... Whether in the past in her memory or in the present, she could only ever watch his resolute departure, not even once... She never had the courage to hold that hand.

Anming did not turn around.

He knew better than anyone the mission he had to accomplish.

Holding the "Existence" in hand is the only opportunity to touch "Nothingness" 9 at this moment, and also the only possibility that exists in all timelines.

Not just 9, but any Star God is an untouchable supreme being. For Anming, all he can do is try to find that one and only solution again and again in the cycle of reincarnation.

Fortunately, he was good at waiting and had almost unlimited time to try and fail.

"Don't go—please?" Raiden Mei's plea was almost desperate. They had already given everything they had to get to this point. What was wrong with escaping in disgrace and living on like this? No one would blame them... Just like that, they would return to that little home and spend their last moments together on this planet.

Why did you give that look?

Raiden Mei realized that she had never truly touched the heart of the person named Anmei; his eyes, his eyes seemed to be telling a story.

—【I will definitely save you】

why?

She doesn't understand.

She couldn't understand this almost desperate act of protection. Why would someone rush headlong into the darkness when death was the only option ahead?

The young man, holding the imperial edict sword, slowly walked towards the void.

He will use the full meaning of his existence as a blade to cleave the path to the origin of nothingness, not to seal or destroy that pitch-black sun, but to obtain the path to nothingness.

"Mea Yi..."

Goodbye.

See you in that future that holds tomorrow.

The ethereal waves began to engulf Anming's silhouette. The boy looked back at the edge of the disappearing world, taking one last look at the sky where she was.

The only path ahead is death.

Even so, we must cut through the dawn for our loved ones.

The moment the imperial edict blade completely disappeared into the darkness, the entire void trembled violently, as if 9 had opened its eyes for the first time in that almost eternal silence.

He gazed at Anming.

Those iconic beady eyes shimmered with an unprecedentedly complex light. In the long era in which this Void Star God existed, such a contradictory being had never been seen before, as if... the entire meaning of his existence was to complete this grand death.

Having taken death as a stepping stone, treading on the corpses of my past self to reach this place, I am destined to continue towards that endless nothingness.

9 This is the first time I have encountered something that is closer to nothingness than its own essence.

Anming stared into 9's pupils. "Since you are pursuing absolute nothingness, I have come."

In the entire universe... there is probably no one more ethereal than him.

Within that timeline, Anming remembers completely merging into the void, acquiring the void's destiny at the cost of death in one timeline.

The destinies of nothingness and procreation illuminated his path simultaneously, silently recounting the past sealed by time, the journeys he took alone through the end, and the sacrifices that went unremembered by anyone.

...

"Taiyi's fate has become bleak."

A puzzle piece floated on Hippe's fingertip.

"My dear tuner..." Anyone who sees those eyes feels as if a galaxy is slowly rotating within them, and that face is regarded as the embodiment of the concept of beauty. Anyone fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of it is willing to be forever immersed in this harmonious and gentle dream.

The Infinite Chieftain, kneeling on one knee, raised the somber path that symbolized order and spoke softly: "Lord Hipe, this is the 'connection' you've been dreaming of."

“You’re one step closer to the utopia you’ve envisioned.”

Hippe's lips curved into a gentle smile. Becoming a member of the Harmonious Harmony Strings required enduring rigorous trials, and this young man before her had not only passed all the tests perfectly, but had also ascended to the position of Infinite Leader in a short time with astonishing Harmonious Resonance. His soul was like an instrument tailor-made for the Harmonious Harmony Strings, each note capable of stirring perfect ripples among the strings.

Of all the assimilated Harmonious Envoys, his presence was the most dazzling. Even in the divine war that ended Taiyi, it was he who played the decisive chord, allowing the final chapter of order to merge into the eternal symphony of Harmony.

“You always exceed my expectations,” Hippe’s praise was like a gentle nocturne, her slender white fingers lightly touching the dim path of fate, the light of order flowing through her fingertips and then gradually tinged with the beautiful colors of harmony.

"Behold—" His voice resonated with the songs of countless worlds, "when all solos will eventually merge into a symphony..."

The young man whispered the divine message: "The moment when all things return to oneness."

He offered the remnants of order to the harmonious gods, like the most devout believer presenting a sacred object. But the moment Hippe reached out with a joyful smile, his right hand, which should have held up the glory of destiny, suddenly let go.

His right palm pierced straight through Hippe's chest.

There was no bloodshed, only an eternal silence.

Hippe lowered her eyes to look at the arm that had disappeared into her chest, feeling the path of harmony flowing into the boy's body like a galaxy pouring back, just like the ultimate ideal of harmony, the unity of all things.

“Since what you seek is connection,” Anming raised his eyes, his feigned confusion dissipating like mist, revealing the unwavering determination that lay beneath. How could he possibly be assimilated by the authority of the Tonghe?

“Then it is not unreasonable for me to be this ‘Supreme One’.”

Hippe stared at Anming, his expression unchanged, and naturally he wouldn't ask boring questions like "why." He was just somewhat disheartened. "That's a utopia I can never reach, right?"

The path of harmony may not have been like this, but this is the harmony that Hippe followed. However, since Anming is here now, it means that the so-called connection and unity is nothing more than His wishful thinking.

Countless starlight drifted from Hipe's gradually transparent body. In his final moments, he looked into Anming's eyes at the destiny being reforged. The instant the Harmonious Authority was completely integrated into Anming's body, a new melody resounded in the hearts of all beings in all realms.

Anming recalled his past journey to obtain the path of harmony. The look in Xipei's eyes at that time still seemed so vivid to this day. Perhaps the star god of harmony was also waiting... waiting for the answer that Anming would give, waiting for someone to break the status quo of the universe and reshape true harmony.

The harmonious flow of light composes a colorful symphony, ultimately flowing into the long river of destiny that stretches out beneath our feet.

.....

In an earlier timeline, the universe was not yet woven into the orderly star map we see today; instead, it was filled with the unknown and the wild, with stars shining wildly in the darkness.

An Ming stood quietly atop the void, his robes fluttering in the starlight. This time, he did not wield his sword, standing there as quietly as a tourist.

For him, this was actually the easiest one yet. Compared to nothingness and destruction, the goal in this timeline was clearly not that difficult.

"It seems you're waiting for Aha."

A man wearing a comical mask appeared silently beside him, his gaze behind the mask tinged with amusement. "Interesting... an even more interesting fellow than Akivilli."

Ahha has had a lot of fun and has met many interesting people, but he has never met a strange guy like Anming before.

It seems both empty and full of possibilities.

“I knew you would come,” Anming smiled and extended his right hand to Aha, a gesture more like inviting an old friend to dinner, but the words that came out of his mouth were enough to shock: “Can you entrust the destiny of pleasure to me?”

Ahab had never imagined hearing such a request, so his smile became even more flamboyant, and his eyes behind the mask gleamed with excited anticipation.

"Okay!"

Aha laughed loudly, then personally removed the iconic mask of joy, revealing not a specific face, but a constantly changing panorama of all living beings. "But you must prove... that you can bring more joy than Aha!"

For the Star God who reigns over pleasure, there is no more exciting drama than bestowing one's destiny upon such a contradictory being. But what prompted Him to make this decision was not only the vacuum-like emptiness emanating from Anming, but also the elusive, lurking beneath countless fluctuations of destiny...

The breath of the end.

The moment Anming reached out and took the mask of joy, it was as if all the tragedies and comedies of the world had come to an end at the same time, and the fate of joy had so easily been transferred to his palm.

The path of pleasure is as unpredictable as Aha before us, but that's just who Aha is. If it were easy to guess the thoughts of this star god, perhaps the star god of pleasure would have been replaced long ago.

Watching the boy's figure disappear into the void, Aha murmured, "O one who goes against the tide of the end... Aha awaits how you will play out the final chapter of this cosmic drama."

The Star God could sense the fluctuations coming from the lower reaches of the River of Time. Although it was only a fragment, it was enough to support this high-stakes gamble... using His path as a chip, betting on variables beyond comprehension.

Of course, putting aside all the deeper meanings, it's really fun. Who can resist the temptation of experiencing ordinary life? Star Gods can only find fun for Star Gods, and ordinary people certainly have ordinary fun too.

Aha smiled with satisfaction, but when he was about to leave, he became thoughtful. He looked around at the void and belatedly realized that he seemed to be trapped here.

"Oh..."

"This is truly the greatest joy."

Just as Aha was clapping his hands in admiration of this wonderful farce, a faint light suddenly appeared in the distant void. The light spot was initially as small as a star, but then it stretched out into the streamlined outline of a train.

Aha gazed at the star train that had broken through dimensions, a smile playing on his lips. "Looks like being a nameless traveler isn't so bad."

For Anming, this was the fate of pleasure, whether real or fake. The radiance behind the mask belonged entirely to the God of Pleasure, and it was also a gamble on the future.

......

Yao Qing.

The battlefield, soaked in blood and fire, was a crimson expanse as far as the eye could see.

A young man covered in blood crawled out of a pile of corpses. He bent down and took a spear from the fingers of a Yunqi soldier who had closed his eyes. He paused as his fingertips brushed against the soldier's unclosed eyes, and finally gently covered them with his last breath of peace.