This is a victory for the protagonists of two eras, a victory for the Spirit Masters, and a victory for all humanity.
Everyone who survived was shouting wildly and weeping with joy, while many others were grieving the loss of loved ones and knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly. Immense joy and sorrow simultaneously crashed onto the land of Xia.
The beginning of victory is often the end of a hero's life.
Zhou Qingfeng, who was originally smiling, was rapidly losing his aura, which was so weak that he resembled an old man on his deathbed, as if he might extinguish his flame at any moment.
His attempt to defy fate had consumed far too much of his energy, to the point that his consciousness could no longer withstand the backlash from destiny.
The price of the dissipation of consciousness is that the original body, lost in the river of fate, can never return through the anchor point of the present world.
Not only him, but Fang Xiu was the same.
Fang Xiu, who had been standing in mid-air, suddenly lost power, and multicolored rays of light peeled away from him and returned to Yang Ming and the others.
The semi-transparent, dying Yang Ming and the others stood up, but Fang Xiu collapsed.
His body could no longer support him, and he plummeted from mid-air.
Bang!
Fang Xiu crashed heavily to the ground, creating a deep crater, and the earth around him was covered with a dense web of cracks.
He lay calmly in the middle of the crack, his face as white as paper, his breath faint, and his life force rapidly dissipating like Zhou Qingfeng's.
As the two who were supposed to save the world, they received the same fate: one was forever lost in the river of destiny, and the other was forever sunk to the bottom of the river of time.
"Hugh!"
"Captain-in-Chief!!"
Yang Ming and the others in the crowd roared anxiously as they charged toward Fang Xiu like madmen.
The huge cheers that had been echoing throughout Xia Kingdom came to an abrupt halt. Everyone stared blankly at Fang Xiu lying on the ground in the video, their minds reeling.
"The prophet... has fallen!?"
The faith that was like a totem in everyone's hearts collapsed at the moment of victory.
For a moment, it felt as if a piece of their hearts was missing forever, leaving them feeling empty, lost, helpless, and uneasy, with all sorts of complex emotions welling up inside them.
"Why! Why did this happen!?"
Many people can only feel disbelief and resent the injustice of fate. The heroes who created this golden age could not witness its arrival. Is there anything more heartbreaking than this?
Fang Xiu's vision began to blur, and the sounds around him gradually became distorted. It was as if he was being ripped from this world. He could only vaguely see that he was surrounded by people, some were screaming, and some were women crying...
He used his mortal strength to manipulate time, but in the end he was still devoured by time. His consciousness was trapped at the bottom of the river of time, like a drowning person who could no longer climb out, with countless time currents dragging him along.
Suddenly, a familiar voice rang in his ears.
"Fang Xiu, I never thought we'd end up like this."
That was Zhou Qingfeng's voice, a very weak voice, like that of a patient who was about to die.
"In this era, you and I have both fallen. Who will be able to turn the tide in the next era? Although Wanli Longcheng has blocked the invasion from the other shore, it can only stop it for a while, not forever. Although Wanli Longcheng is powerful, it is still far inferior to the other shore. Just like no ship can float on the sea forever, seawater is corrosive. As time goes by, the strange power will gradually erode Wanli Longcheng. At that time, Xiaguo will slowly sink, deeper and deeper, until it sinks completely."
This period of time is approximately one hundred years. If, after one hundred years, no one like you is born, then…”
Zhou Qingfeng didn't continue speaking; all his words ultimately turned into a heavy sigh.
Perhaps they are lamenting the cruel twists of fate.
He watched Fang Xiu disappear, feeling how similar their fates were.
In ancient times, there was a divine mandate that dismemberment and theft would sever the connection between heaven and earth, thus protecting the world and ensuring a hundred years of peace for all living beings.
A prophet has now commanded the world to transform into a dragon spanning ten thousand miles, thus prolonging the Xia Kingdom's destiny for another hundred years.
The heavens and earth were separated, and a dragon was formed over ten thousand miles... Unfortunately, in the end, it was all for naught.
"Ah, if only you hadn't fallen. If it were you, perhaps you could have truly become a god within a hundred years, established a divine kingdom, and protected the Great Xia."
But you still fell, and my consciousness is about to dissipate, no longer able to execute the nationwide transformation into the bizarre. I hope that a hundred years from now, someone will still... be able to save the world from collapse.
Bang!
The mirror image that Zhou Qingfeng possessed shattered with a crash, like a broken mirror, scattering fragments all over the ground, and his consciousness also completely dissipated.
Even on his deathbed, he was still thinking about the transformation of the entire population into something bizarre. Fang Xiu's death made him wonder if Fang Xiu had agreed to implement this transformation, he might not have died. He would have had enough time to plot his ascension to godhood and restore humanity's glory to the world. Unfortunately... there are no "ifs".
In the end, Zhou Qingfeng's consciousness dissipated from the world with regret.
However, Fang Xiu, whom Zhou Qingfeng thought was surely dead, did not die after Zhou Qingfeng disappeared.
In the mental space, the old servant Kunlun maggot desperately dragged Fang Xiu's consciousness away.
"My lord! You cannot die!"
"Even if you're going to die, can you at least let this old servant go first?!"
Yes, that's right. In order to prevent himself from being swallowed up by the river of time, Fang Xiu kept clinging to the Kunlun Maggot.
Only a special creature like the Kunlun Maggot, born from the Kunlun Mirror, could barely offer any help to the other party. If it were an ordinary person, even if a demon god came, they would perish here.
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