He saw the soul-freezing darkness in Chao Youye's palm. He saw Ye Qingliu let go of Bai Zhiye's hand, and the action was as decisive as severing his own heart.
He saw Ye Qingliu's body shaking as he stood up and the emotions in his eyes were completely extinguished.
A huge, cold fear instantly gripped Duan Shuce's heart!
"Qingliu! Stop it——!!!!!!"
Duan Shuce roared with all his strength, his voice was hoarse and desperate.
Duan Shuce knew what that was!
He knew what a reboot meant! It was an erasure more complete than death! It was the oblivion of everyone!
He crawled forward using his hands and feet, not even noticing the gravel scratching his palms and knees. He just wanted to rush over and grab Ye Qingliu!
Capture the child he had watched grow up, the one with a cold exterior but a gentle heart! Stop this cold self-sacrifice!
However, it was all too late.
Ye Qingliu completed the last silver-white rune on his fingertips.
The dark origin in Chao Youye's palm trembled slightly.
At the same time, they both gently pushed the strength in their hands forward.
There was no earth-shattering momentum.
The silver-white data runes merged silently into the origin of pure darkness like a cluster of stars returning to their nest.
Buzz...
A strange humming sound was heard, so low that it was almost imperceptible, but it seemed to directly affect the essence of the soul.
Then, a ray of light that was pure to the point of indescribable purity burst out from the point of fusion.
It was not dazzling or scorching, but like the first ray of light at the birth of the universe, it swept across the entire ruins gently, yet with irresistible absolute will, in an instant.
He glanced at the struggling Duan Shuce, the unconscious Bai Zhiye, and Ning Xiwan and Hua Jinyue, who had just emerged from the smoke and dust in the distance, their faces still filled with fear and confusion...
He glanced at Mu Xinrong, who was hugging Chao Youye's arms tightly, with only dependence in his eyes...
Wherever the light reaches, time seems to be paused.
Duan Shuce's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, the despair and unwillingness on his face frozen.
The fear in Ning Xiwan's eyes and the name she was calling out froze on her face.
The traces of tears on Hua Jinyue's face were clearly visible.
Mu Xinrong's cuddling posture was extremely natural.
Bai Zhiye lay quietly, peaceful and serene, as if she had just fallen into a sweet dream.
Only the bright red rope on her wrist, when the light passed by, was like watercolor wiped away by an eraser, silently turning into tiny dots of light and completely dissipating into the air, leaving no trace.
Then, the light quickly receded like the tide.
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