Star trails stretch into the distance
As autumn faded into winter, Chang'an City welcomed its first snowfall.
Inside Yaotian Courtyard, the ginkgo trees had long since shed their leaves, covered with a layer of pure white snow. In the warm pavilion, the charcoal fire crackled, and the aroma of tea wafted through the air.
Ming Shiyin, Yi Xing, Pei Qinhu, Gongsun Li, and Yang Yuhuan sat around a table, summarizing this thrilling year.
Master Lu Ban took Meng Qi back to Jixia for further research, promising to maintain contact. The Great Wall Guards, the forces of Wu, and even lone wolves like Han Xin all established varying degrees of contact with Yaotian. A loose but effective alliance, centered on Yaotian and connecting various righteous or neutral forces, was taking shape.
“Our journey is still long.” Ming Shiyin looked at the swirling snowflakes outside the window and said slowly, “The ambition of ‘Night Ink’ will not be extinguished, the threat of the Shadow Pavilion still exists, and other corners of the continent are not necessarily peaceful.”
His gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, glimpsing a more distant future. "The orbit of fate has shifted; an even greater wave may be brewing."
Yi Xing followed his master's gaze, and the chess piece mark on the back of his hand felt slightly warm. The ever-flowing power of the Origin Seed and the restrained power of annihilation within his body flowed calmly.
He picked up a warm, smooth black piece and gently placed it on the chessboard in front of him.
"No matter what storms may come, once the game is started, there is no going back." His voice was calm yet firm. "We will face it together."
"The old chapters have been turned, and a new game is unfolding; hand in hand, we walk together, and this vast world is our endless chessboard."
Yi Xing placed his final piece, drawing a hopeful ellipsis to this long and winding story. The story wasn't truly over; rather, it foreshadowed a new adventure about to begin.
(The End)
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