North Qingchuan......

Shion felt herself trembling. This feeling was all too familiar, because she felt the same way every time someone died—in pain…

“Bei…Qingchuan…” Shi Yin’s lips trembled slightly, and her feet unconsciously took half a step forward, but she stopped after only half a step.

Shi Yin didn't move. She just stood there, just like when faced with the choice she wanted to make in countless other situations, she could only stand on the side that was right in history.

Shi Yin saw Bei Qingchuan's smile. He said a few words to her, but she couldn't hear them; she could only see his lips.

【I trust you.】

He believed her.

Do you believe she will win? Do you believe she can save the world? Do you believe she can fulfill her wishes?

Or should we believe she won't save him?

Shi Yin took a deep breath and turned around.

"You said you'd rather die happily than live in pain, do you regret it now?" Shi Yin's voice was soft, but everyone could hear it clearly: "If you can wake up on your own, then I'm willing to continue helping you."

"We will defeat the apocalypse on our own!"

Just as the crowd was about to agree, Ye Shaoheng's shout brought them back to their senses.

"This irresponsible bastard who treats human life like dirt should be brought down!"

"Humans don't need gods; humans must rely on themselves!"

"Defeat the apocalypse!"

Emotions surged, and people felt almost unable to think. Driven by an inexplicable force, they could only shout, until finally they couldn't even utter a clear word, just shouting.

"Snap, snap..."

The sky shattered larger and larger, the earth began to tremble, and the surrounding buildings collapsed with the ground shaking. People gradually felt their five senses returning to normal, and they felt pain again.

"I can feel it! I can feel it!!"

People cheered.

"We're getting out of here! We're leaving this awful place!"

"We must defeat the apocalypse! We must unite to defeat the apocalypse!"

Long live humanity!

People's morale soared even higher.

In the center of the crowd, Ye Shaoheng and Shi Yin looked at each other from afar. Ye Shaoheng mounted his horse again. His superpowers had returned. As the gentle paradise shattered, the superpowered individuals' abilities returned to their hands.

Let's go, stick to the plan.

Ye Shaoheng understood Shi Yin's lip movements.

"And what about you?" Ye Shaoheng gripped the reins tightly, but still stared intently in Shi Yin's direction.

"I will obey orders." Shi Yin's answer was crisp and concise.

This time, Ye Shaoheng himself understood Shi Yin's plan.

When Shi Yin told him to go into the crowd, Ye Shaoheng realized Shi Yin's intention. At the time, it was just a vague feeling. It wasn't until he was surrounded by the crowd and became the leader of the resistance that Ye Shaoheng fully understood.

Shi Yin has always cultivated leaders of various forces to serve her. Lin Beiyue is the leader of the superpowered individuals, Guan Nianshan is the leader of the underground underworld, and the Grand Leader is the leader of the country.

On the very day he gained enlightenment, Ye Shaoheng secretly found Shi Yin. Upon meeting her, he didn't say anything but knelt down and expressed his conjecture, promising to obey orders completely, only asking Shi Yin not to keep him in the dark or exclude him.

Now that she had guessed it, Shi Yin never continued to hide it. A smart person is entitled to know the next plan. If she had already guessed it, hiding it would only cause more trouble.

Thus, Ye Shaoheng gained control of all the resistance fighters, connected with the leader, worked on the resistance fighters' mindset, brought back the leader, and deceived everyone into helping Shi Yin fabricate a story...

Ye Shaoheng was smart only once.

For the last time, he was smart.

Shi Yin was very satisfied.

Obey orders!

"Everyone, follow me and break through the crack!" Ye Shaoheng pulled on the reins, and the horse reared up and neighed. The golden spear in his hand pointed directly at the crack in front of him, and the fiery red flag, with the golden spear as its flagpole, fluttered in the wind.

On the fiery red flag, golden stars danced, and hope flowed from the blood.

This was given to Ye Shaoheng by Shi Yin yesterday.

This golden spear is her spine, meaning she will never bow her head or bend her back. The indomitable people of Yanlong will surely advance, bravely break through the apocalypse, and return to their own land.

It is also a spear formed from the power of the New World, the only power belonging to the Old World.

"Get out of here!"

"Charge!"

"We can't let Professor Kiyokawa's sacrifice be in vain!"

"Leave this place! Follow the Commander and Lord Ye Shaoheng!"

The shouts of the crowd drowned out the singing of Kita Qingchuan, but the infectious energy still kept people's emotions rising, even to an excessive degree.

Many people didn't even know why they were so excited, and their shouts were unthinking, seemingly going a bit too far with their fanaticism, but Kita Kiyokawa couldn't control himself.

The full force of the attack couldn't be taken back.

As the clamor subsided and people gradually left with their respective leaders, the world crumbled, revealing its true, dark and chaotic nature.

The allure of pleasure is inherently unbearable; it is only human dreams that have adorned it, and now its true nature is revealed.

Shi Yin looked at the man not far away. He was still violently releasing his infectious energy. His hair was completely white. Even Shi Yin felt a little short of breath when he took those few steps.

“Bei Qingchuan.” Shi Yin came to Bei Qingchuan.

Bei Qingchuan did not respond. He clenched his right fist and pounded it on his chest, while his left hand was behind his back. This was the military salute of the Yanlong Kingdom's superhuman squad.

"Bei Qingchuan, it's over." Shi Yin reached out and covered Bei Qingchuan's ears. Bei Qingchuan shuddered, looked up blankly, his eyes unfocused.

He can no longer see.

To be precise, he is blind and deaf, and his five senses have almost degenerated to zero.

Shi Yin's hand was pressed against his ear, and it was only through the vibration of the bones beside his ear that Kita Kiyokawa vaguely sensed Shi Yin's presence.

"Shiyin, can you call my name?" Bei Qingchuan asked. He couldn't hear his own voice and could only judge what he was saying and whether he was speaking by the trembling of his vocal cords and the movement of his lips and tongue.

"Bei Qingchuan." Shi Yin covered Bei Qingchuan's ears with both hands, letting Bei Qingchuan feel it.

"Can I omit the surname?" Kita Kiyokawa blinked and asked again.

He felt he could be a little willful; after all, a dying man's words are often kind, so it shouldn't be a problem to make slightly excessive demands. Everyone should have a thick skin at least once in their life.

"Qingchuan," Shiyin answered decisively.

This name has been used before; it's nothing special.

"Yinyin, will I be able to see you again tomorrow?" Bei Qingchuan chuckled softly, tears falling onto Shiyin's wrist, warm and wet.

Shi Yin remained silent, unsure how to respond.

"Oto, may I touch you?" Kitakami didn't wait for Oto's answer, and tilted his head slightly: "Actually, I've never dared to look directly at your face."

His fingers touched the cheek he had longed for, and trembled as if burned by fire. He traced the outline in his heart as if drawing a picture, and in this careful and weightless touch, he rediscovered Shi Yin.

"Oto, do you love me?" Kita Kiyokawa said to himself, "I think I do love you."

"Oto, do you like watching snow?" Kita Kiyokawa let go of his hand. He couldn't see it, but he subconsciously looked up at the sky: "It's not a blizzard of disaster, but the first gentle snow of early winter."

"I love so much."

Throughout his life, Bei Qingchuan cared about what others liked. When he first spoke of what he liked, he was humble, yet he was so concerned that others felt almost inferior. He spent his life mending and repairing things for others.