Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

(The Finale) World.

It can change depending on a person's will.

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When the projection of the will of the quantum sea was suppressed by the stars, it meant that the sea's control over this universe had failed to some extent. However, as the primordial existence that coexists with the Tree of Imaginary Numbers, the sea has never truly accepted failure.

Devouring leaves falling from the branches is a law that has existed since His birth, and His dignity does not allow Him to fail here once again.

The dark seawater beneath the roots of the Imaginary Tree transformed into a colossal figure condensed from laws, reaching out to gently grasp the leaf that was still suspended in mid-air, refusing to fall completely into the abyss.

With just a touch, the cosmic barrier within the leaf was torn apart, revealing large cracks. The fundamental law originating from the quantum sea is a true high-dimensional being, whose eyes gaze upon all living beings in the universe through the leaf.

The sea has witnessed the birth and death of countless worlds, but to it, even the most glorious civilization is merely a simple "one," and no matter how many beings it contains, they are only components of that one. Just as people call their resting place "home" rather than a space with family members, beds, tables, living rooms, sofas, refrigerators, and so on, the sea never considers its own idea to be a fallacy.

Sometimes He would think that, just as a fish can never understand the sky as seen by a bird, some perceptions are destined to be separated by an eternal chasm, and no one can be sure that their own thoughts are the true truth under the macrocosm.

The will of the sea crushes the broken barriers, like tearing open layers of transparent cocoons. When all appearances are peeled away, what is revealed is the true core of the world bubble, the origin of the birth of all things in the universe.

The boy hovered atop the World Tree, his palm protecting a fragile leaf. What the Imaginary Tree revealed was the outer shell of the world, but what Anming was guarding in his palm was the true core of the universe, the very origin that Hai had schemed to seize even through countless reincarnations.

Countless pupils opened in the abyss beyond the universe, and the gaze from higher dimensions made even the stars tremble. When the giant hand formed by the laws of the quantum sea pierced through the dimensional barrier and grabbed directly at that glimmer of light, the entire world bubble let out a mournful cry of unbearable pressure.

Even though this would consume more of its essence than expected, the Sea of ​​Quanta would not give up now. It knew that the will of that old fellow, the Tree of Imaginary Numbers, was also watching this place. The previous failure made this incarnation of the Sea of ​​Quanta unwilling to fail again.

The leaf, which was originally determined to succeed, now encounters incredible resistance with every inch it advances. There are always some tiny, dust-like lives that would rather never enter the cycle of reincarnation than let it get in front of it.

Fireflies, blazing peach blossoms, eternally burning wings, drifting cherry petals, the thousand faces of the fool, a sword from the underworld, and that eternally indelible memory... The quantum sea needs only leaves, not the mayflies that inhabit them. When mortals talk about death, they always think it's the end after seventy or eighty years, but they don't know that annihilation is a normal occurrence that happens every minute and every second. The annihilation of the world is as natural as autumn leaves falling to Him.

The sea never lowered its gaze to observe the joys and sorrows within the leaves, and nature could never comprehend why these tiny, ephemeral lives would willingly pay the price of eternal death, just to allow civilization to breathe for even a moment longer. At first, it responded indifferently to the sporadic resistance, until the second, the third... countless figures stood one after another at the edge of the world.

These tiny lights, which should have been utterly insignificant in the face of absolute power, turned what should have been an instantaneous struggle into a long war that spanned an entire era.

The sea remained silent, as if it had thought of something.

But it wasn't a big deal; it was just that He suddenly understood why the Tree of Imaginary Numbers had always been silent.

Just as the giant hand formed by the laws of the quantum sea was about to touch Anming, Hai closed his eyes, as if letting out a sigh, or perhaps a sense of relief.

The boy's hand, which had never touched the leaf, now held it tightly in his palm.

He has the whole world in his grasp.

Anming opened his eyes.

Just a glance.

The countless eyes watching from beyond the universe were instantly severed by the sword light. No... it wasn't sword light. Hai silently watched as the palm constructed of laws crumbled into dust and turned to ashes.

An Ming, holding the leaf, did not draw his sword, nor even hold Wu Ye, yet he had already unleashed thousands of sword strikes.

Heart Sword.

This means that Anming has completely controlled the leaf, can mobilize all the laws within this world bubble, and has become the sole ruler of this universe.

The laws flow in an instant, and all things are born and die in the breath.

The cosmic barrier that had been torn apart by the Sea of ​​Quanta was now healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The deep purple that had been eroded from the leaves in Anming's palm was rapidly fading, revealing a vibrant green even more fresh than the new buds of spring.

A seed that began its journey from the very end finally blossomed into a magnificent flower at the very end of time.

Hai silently watched Anming, and no one knew what He was thinking at that moment. Facing Anming, who stood atop the World Tree, He repeated the same question: "Does it have any meaning?"

In this infinitely long journey, we constantly gain and lose, in an endless cycle... all for an answer in the distant future that no one can be certain of. Even the Tree of Imaginary Numbers itself cannot offer any definite promises on this long and despairing journey.

No one believed that Anming could stand here.

No one can maintain their original heart after going through such a long cycle of reincarnation. Time is enough to wear down the star gods and turn immortal vows into dust.

But he stands here, at the end of countless destinies, at the end of time.

Deep within his eyes, the flame that had never been extinguished still burned.

At the beginning of the universe, there were three seeds.

One is the tree, which stands tall, supporting countless destinies and upholding the entire universe.

Secondly, it is a cocoon, a sealed outer shell that protects the world bubble from being eroded by the outside world.

Thirdly, it is to remember, carrying the memories and weight of all timelines, becoming the sole anchor of destiny in the endless cycle.

But there is still one seed.

Not bound by the fate of a tree, for from the moment of its birth it stands at the end of all paths.

He is not confined by the barriers of the cocoon, for he is the only outsider throughout all timelines, the only and absolute paradox in this universe.

Unbound by a fate that will not be remembered, for he is destined to measure every reincarnation with his life, exhausting all ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine past lives—

All for the sake of a tomorrow that everyone can reach.

"An Ming!"

Mei rarely showed her emotions so clearly on her face, but the moment she saw Anming open his eyes, the immense burden that seemed to crush her soul suddenly vanished. Only then did she realize that she had been carrying the responsibility called "tomorrow" for less than a day, and was already on the verge of suffocation.

Anming, however, has walked through countless such days alone, traversing countless similar cycles.

“Anming… phew,” Xing let out a long sigh, a relieved smile spreading across her face: “You’re more suited to be the Heavenly Emperor.” Sure enough, she was still more suited to be the one who complained behind everyone’s back. The feeling of being the Heavenly Emperor… was really nothing special, far less impressive than the aurora borealis that everyone had seen together in Yalilo.

"Brother, sob..." Hanabi rarely shed tears, and never showed weakness in front of others, but seeing An Mingzhen return, hot tears uncontrollably streamed down her face. She felt so powerless, only able to watch helplessly as the person she cared about turned into stardust before her eyes. The tears of a fool are bitter and salty, but they also contain the most stubborn trust.

As long as the one and only con artist in her heart can wake up, then no matter what desperate situation she faces, there must be a way to turn defeat into victory.

“I know…” The robin’s face was pale, and its pure white wings had long since faded, but even so, it stubbornly refused to take a step back. “You will definitely come back.” Even if it meant giving everything, as long as it could wait for this moment, it would be worth it.

She owes Anming a life, and all the dream girls owe Anming a future that he should have had.

"I am back."

An Ming spoke softly, his eyes seeming to hold the flow of countless years. He raised his hand and reached into the void, gently plucking a cluster of tender blue fireflies from the scattered starlight. The fireflies swirled in his palm, outlining the girl's hazy silhouette. What remained unchanged were her eyes, gentle and bright like the glow of the sunset, as if playfully saying: Look, you still found me after all.

After the fireflies, wisps of light fell, turning into a gentle drizzle that quietly soaked the scarred, barren land at the edge of the world.

At the distant border beyond the World Tree, the Pharmacist's expression faltered slightly. Then, memories from the past flooded his mind like a tidal wave—not a revival, but rather the long-buried past becoming clear once more. He recalled his past meetings with Anming, and the ever-flowing golden blood.

"Is this... true abundance?" Lan, holding a longbow, also looked in the direction of the World Tree. He stared at the apothecary's back and remained silent for a long time before choosing not to raise his hunting bow again.

Wherever the Heart Sword passed, the shadows born from the depths of the quantum sea vanished like bubbles, as if they had never appeared before our eyes. Along with the billions of pupils peering out from the cocoon, they also disappeared without a trace.

"Grandmaster... Waaah... I knew it! Grandmaster would win!" Qingque cried, tears streaming down her face. She wasn't afraid of death, but she was terrified of never being able to touch her beloved jade tablet again. The current Grand Diviner of Luofu was now completely unreserved, grabbing his junior sister's sleeve and sobbing. The overwhelming joy of regaining what he had lost made him both cry and laugh.

Su Chang was too weak to push her away at this moment, and her legs gave way, causing her to collapse to the ground. Her scarred arms, bathed in the warm sunlight and rain, were visibly healing back to normal.

But the miracle brought about by Anming goes far beyond this.

Those warriors who had long since lost their lives, those souls who fought to the last moment for a brighter tomorrow, knowing there was no hope... now, in this gentle light, the flame of life is rekindled. The moments we remember will not fade; the seeds of memory will give birth to true miracles, bringing the departed back to earth.

"We won! We won... Kafka, we won!!!" Silver Wolf's usually calm face was now filled with excitement. She excitedly lifted Eriol up and spun around, her eyes red as she murmured to herself, "The future of the end times has been shattered."

There is no such thing as an unbeatable game in the universe, but even Silver Wolf would feel despair in the face of the end. As Star Core Hunters, can they also see the dawn of tomorrow?

"very noisy."

Blade remained standing, silently watching the horrific wounds on his body that would normally take a long time to heal, but were instantly healed in the light. In the depths of his eyes, which were always filled with loneliness and solitude, something frozen seemed to melt away, transforming into a warm current.

Perhaps... this is enough.

The universe has ushered in the first day outside the cycle of reincarnation, and he is about to try to move towards the future.

Elio once said that Anming never had any so-called fate—he was a person who was never favored by fate, and therefore, he was never bound by fate.

Kafka stood quietly by the porthole, gazing at the revitalized starry sky outside, a faint smile playing on her lips. She recalled her first encounter with Anming on the space station, that boy once forgotten by fate, who ultimately brought dawn to the entire universe with his own hands.

Warm light spread across the starry sea, and people looked up at the distant World Tree, the final battlefield that had traversed hundreds of thousands of reincarnations, and the only future that Anming had opened up for all living beings, leading to tomorrow.