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A new world unfolded beneath my feet, not a peaceful world of chirping birds and fragrant flowers, but a magnificent one imbued with a cold, rigid order and a profound, unknown depth. The mountains were as sharp as if they had been cut by a knife or an axe, and the rivers flowed with a dark silver sheen. The sky was devoid of sun or moon, only a slowly rotating chaotic swirl of stars, like a gigantic eye, casting an ever-changing light.

This is a world constructed entirely in accordance with the will of the new Heavenly Emperor. Every inch of space is imprinted with his laws - the brand-new Heavenly Dao that combines the absoluteness of extinction with the infinite possibilities of chaos.

Holding Yinglong by the hand, he walked across these newly born mountains and rivers, like a monarch inspecting his absolute domain. With every step, new rules were injected into the earth beneath his feet. Strange phantoms of living beings, conforming to the new logic of heaven, condensed and dissipated in the air, as if testing the boundaries of creation.

He didn't speak, and Yinglong also remained silent.

Until they reached a new, vast, dark ocean. The water was not azure blue, but a tranquil deep purple, with tiny sparkles of starlight inside, as if a starry sky was condensed within it.

He stopped and looked at the ocean that was instantly created by his thoughts. A faint, elusive trace of reminiscence flashed across his eyes that controlled the laws of nature.

"The East Sea..." he whispered, his voice remarkably clear in the silence of this new world, "has passed away along with the old heaven."

Yinglong's heart was touched, almost imperceptibly. The East China Sea, that was the place he had waited for a thousand years, the starting point of all his past obsessions, and the homeland that he had ultimately destroyed with his own hands.

When he mentioned the East China Sea, his tone lacked any trace of nostalgia or sentimentality, only the calmness of stating facts. It was as if the millennia of loneliness and eventual collapse were but a mere speck of dust on the road to eternal power at this moment.

He turned his head and looked at Yinglong. In the depths of his eyes, something seemed to be settling and condensing.

"But between you and me," he continued, his voice still steady, yet with an undeniable certainty, "it shouldn't be limited to the sharing of authority and the oversight of this new heaven."

He raised his other hand, not pointing at this new world, but pressing it lightly to his heart. There, the phantom pain of being pierced by the Burning Silence Sword still lingered, as did the eternal mark left by her using her essence and blood to rebuild his foundation.

"The delusions of the past, the constraints of the old world, have all been dispelled."

"The blood shed before the Jade Pool and the oaths sworn in the netherworld have become a thing of the past."

"At this moment, standing above this new sky, the only thing I know for sure is..."

His gaze, like the most precise law, firmly locked onto Yinglong's eyes. The will contained therein was more solid and unshakable than the new world.

"It's you."

"Only you."

It wasn't a frantic declaration of possession, nor was it a coercion threatening destruction. Rather, it was a confirmation of the most essential and core nature of this peak of absolute power that transcended everything and reshaped the universe, after all paranoia and confusion had faded.

He destroyed the old world, established a new order, and took eternal power.

And at this beginning of eternity, the only person he clearly wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with and define this long and endless time was still her.

Yinglong stared at him in amazement, at those eyes that had become the Way of Heaven itself, yet still reflected him clearly. He listened to his calm words, which contained a weightier, more real... "oath" than ever before.

There is no three realms at stake, no threat of destruction.

Only in this context of a new dawn and everything being undetermined, can one be certain of the truth that comes from absolute power and clear cognition.

She is his eternal starting point and his only coordinate.

An indescribable throbbing sensation, like an undercurrent in the deep sea, quietly swept through Yinglong's heart. Unlike previous shock, resistance, or helplessness, this time, it was something more complex and profound.

Yes.

Whether he was the infatuated Dragon King who waited for a thousand years at the bottom of the sea, or the Destroyer who went mad and desperate before the Jade Pool, or the Core who struggled and transformed in the netherworld, or even the supreme being who now controls the new heaven and whose words carry the law...

The deep look in his eyes as he looked into hers, that very core point of passion, seemed... to have never really changed.

But now, this fire is no longer twisted by pain and madness, but burns calmly and steadily, fueled by this entire new eternal world.

She still didn't speak.

But the fingertips of the hand he was holding slightly squeezed back, almost imperceptibly.

A movement so subtle that it was almost non-existent.

However, in this new world that he has absolute control over, before the eyes of Heaven that see through the origins of all things, no detail can escape his perception.

He clearly felt the faint but real response from her fingertips.

In an instant——

In this new world, the original atmosphere of cold and rigid order and deep unknown seemed to be injected with an extremely faint, indescribable...soft light.

The chaotic star swirl slowly rotating in the sky seemed to soften its light for a moment.

The dark purple sea of ​​stars beneath my feet calmed down a bit.

Even the newly formed, angular outlines of the mountains seemed to have been smoothed out by an invisible hand.

He looked at her, and the constantly burning fire in those empty eyes seemed... to be brighter.

No words, no more actions.

But on the shore of this new sky, he held her hand and stood quietly.

Behind him is the absolute nothingness that buried all the glory and pain of the old era.

Ahead is an eternal new era full of infinite possibilities, which they have jointly opened up.

The final chapter of destruction has been turned.

The prelude to creation is quietly playing.

And this time, the writers of the story are themselves.