My sister is Luna

The snow-white sky is a new sight in hell. Red and blue are dyed white, and the merciless white is the only color between heaven and earth. It is swept by wind and snow, washing away and burying the glorious and bloody traces under the layers of snow again and again.

Hell has become a huge crater created by the collapse of this polar region. Having lost the "anchor" to fix hatred, Hell has no meaning or necessity for existence. It only exists as a physical crater to show its existence.

There are no emotions without a cause, no eternal hatred, and no eternal love. When the object of an emotion is no longer there, the emotion will follow the object like a kite, chasing after nothingness, until the wisps of string in your hand break free. Time is the one that wears it down; for it, it is nothing more than the end of another performance. This is true for demons and gods alike.

A higher civilization can treat a lower civilization in many ways, and hell is just one of the results. Throughout history, there have been many similar examples. In this light, although the civilization of God can travel through the universe, in its methods, it is still a child, merely learning to walk steadily and freely.

The god's unaware folly made him a laughingstock. Despite his powerful technology, he was overthrown by the "domesticated" humans who showed no gratitude. His alliance with the demons was a self-degrading act that seemed ironic to the god. But the god seemed to have forgotten that he was once human. In this struggle, violent suppression could not resolve the conflict, leaving only hatred and resentment.

The bitter fruit of this accumulated resentment was tragedy. The resistance was neither successful nor sustained, but only led to self-anger, a hatred that lingered for a thousand years. The accumulated and compressed time surged out like a tsunami with the collapse of the Tower of the Sun, leaving nothing behind. The grudges of the old era vanished into thin air, completely severing ties with the demonic seed, and becoming relics of history.

All hellish creatures were dissolved.

"No...no..." Hell's Eye tried to shout, but he became increasingly powerless. He felt his existence fading away. He could only hold onto hatred, but now he couldn't grasp anything. Without hatred, he was nothing and had no meaning.

Unlike the most fundamental value and meaning of any substance—existence—emotions without an anchor are merely a word, an emptiness.

The evil spirit instantly turned into a skeleton.

Hellfire's furious expression calmed down. His chains crumbled and fell away, leaving only a staff to support him. He was essentially just a wisp of hatred, existing in the body of another. He possessed only hatred and could only do things driven by hatred. Whether he destroyed or disappeared, he could neither help nor save anyone. He wasn't even a demonic seed. He could only serve as a striking part of history, reminding those who could see that merely passing on hatred was meaningless. This tragedy should end, or perhaps it would repeat itself.

The cold snow blew by—

Hell, scattered.

A bright light hung high above the ruins of the Tower of the Sun, like a star that rivaled the daytime.

Cain brought everyone up and, while he was at it, plucked the star from the sky.

Upon closer inspection, it was a silvery-white fragment, exuding a familiar aura.

"The Ark Key?" Cain thought of that only possibility.

"Great, mission accomplished!" Cheng Yaojin laughed.

"Li Bai, here you go. Give this to Her Majesty the Empress, and also pass on a message for me, saying that Cain is safe and sound, and that Her Majesty can rest assured." Cain handed the fragment to Li Bai.

"Cain, are you coming back to the Great Wall with me?" Mulan's eyes lit up.

“I’ll go after I return to Jixia.” Cain nodded, then looked at the monkey: “Sun Wukong, what are your plans?”

"The demons have gradually integrated into humanity, Cain. Do you think there will still be injustices?" the monkey asked, looking at the iron rod left behind by Hellfire in his hand.

"Yes, as long as there are differences in interests, there will be injustice; as long as there is exploitation of others' interests, there will be oppression. Throughout history, not only have demons rebelled against oppression, but humans have also rebelled against oppression. Where there is oppression, there is resistance; this is legitimate and just. Dynasties are always overthrown and rebuilt in this way," Cain said earnestly. His historical perspective allowed him to see this tragic fact.

"How can we completely resolve this cycle of reincarnation, which keeps repeating itself?" Sun Wukong didn't understand.

"The road is made by walking. All of history to this day is a history of struggle. Wukong, if you don't want tragedy to repeat itself, you have to understand, you have to think, and you have to get to know this world anew."

"I understand now. We are all born equal. There is no such thing as noble or poor, no such thing as slavery, no such thing as 'deserving it.' These are all rules imposed by those who ride on the backs of humanity. I will break the shackles binding them, I will make them stand up and throw them down! This is the meaning of Sun Wukong, my meaning!" Sun Wukong straightened his back. He had found his goal.

Cain seemed to see the proud demeanor of the Monkey King in the past.

“Then let’s leave…” Cain prepared to leave.

"Brother...!" A clear and urgent shout suddenly came from behind.

Cain turned around abruptly and saw a figure approaching from afar. The familiar person made his heart tremble.

“Luna…” Cain said in disbelief.

He saw a face he had longed for slowly approaching the bulky figure, and Cain felt an indescribable surge of excitement and joy.

"elder brother!"

Before Cain could react, Luna had already rushed in front of him like an arrow, opened her arms, and pounced on him, clinging tightly to him.

Cain instinctively reached out his hands and caught Luna steadily.

Feeling the warmth beneath the coldness of her face, the gentle caress on his cheek, and smelling the familiar, faint fragrance emanating from Luna's hair, Cain was momentarily dazed, as if he were in a dream.

"Brother, I... I've finally seen you..."

Luna's voice trembled, and tears streamed down her pale cheeks like a burst dam. Her eyes were red, as if they held too much longing and grievance.

Countless days and nights have passed. Along the way, from home to the Sunset Temple, to the Sea City, then to Chang'an, then to Jixia, and finally to the Tower of the Sun, I have finally caught up with my brother.

Now, she finally stands before her brother, and all the suffering seems insignificant.

"Luna, your brother misses you too." Cain's eyes also welled up with tears. A thousand words surged into his heart, but they all turned into this heartfelt sentence.

"Waaah..." Cheng Yaojin was moved to tears, wiping away his tears repeatedly. "The reunion of brother and sister is so touching!"

Mulan was happy for Cain, but seeing the two being so affectionate, she felt something was off.

"It must be because we haven't seen each other for so long, and she's missed me terribly," Mulan thought to herself.

Hell is over, the siblings are reunited, and Cain feels that the future is so bright.

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