Final Chapter: Frozen Mirror World
That pure, all-annihilating grayish-white, like a silent tsunami, swallowed up colors, swallowed up sounds, and swallowed up existence itself.
Gali's fall did not slow down its pace. Instead, it was like the final sacrifice for this grand funeral. The process of reincarnation was faster than one could imagine.
In my vision, the cables of the world's rules are breaking, melting, and turning into nothingness at an unprecedented speed.
That cold self-destruction command is a cosmic "principle" that transcends the power of any god. It is irresistible and cannot be violated.
But I don't seem to have any emotions or feelings of despair.
There is only one thought.
I can't save the world, but I may be able to save some things within my power.
His consciousness instantly crossed the void and descended upon the Black Dragon Gang's stronghold. Below, the mirror array had shattered, the energy barrier teetered on the brink of collapse. Bai Zang, covered in blood, stood firm at the forefront, organizing the final resistance.
The believers hugged each other. There was no fear on his face, but a calmness that was almost pious, as if he placed all his hopes on me.
Further away, those members of the Investigation Bureau who had prayed, in this desperate situation, also placed their final faith in "Lord Starry Sky".
In the distance, I also saw my former comrades: Chen Yubing, Song Nanxing, Jiang Wang, the captain...
"I'm sorry, it can only be done this way..." My will swept across this land that I had poured my heart and soul into and that they regarded as their home, and across every face, familiar or unfamiliar.
The next moment, I mobilized all my divine power as the "Lord of the Starry Sky"!
"In my name, Lord Starry Sky!"
My voice is no longer a sound wave, but has transformed into a grand thought, resounding in the depths of the soul of every person who believes in me, and also resounding between the collapsing heaven and earth.
"The living beings here, this place, this thought, this connection... all are my 'reality'!"
Buzz——!!!
An indescribable brilliant light burst out from my own mind, instantly enveloping the entire Black Dragon Gang stronghold and all the believers within my reach.
The light is not real, but it is gentle and carries irresistible authority, like an invisible giant hand, gently separating the believers from the "grayening" real world!
The earth shook, space twisted. The entire land where the stronghold stood, along with all the buildings and people on it, seemed to have become a painting being slowly pulled away from the canvas, its connection with reality becoming blurred.
The illusory authority was operating at its peak. I burned my own divine power and essence, pushing my strength to the limit.
Countless huge, mirror-smooth energy barriers appeared out of thin air around the stronghold, layer upon layer, completely enveloping it.
The mirror does not reflect the destruction of the outside world, but rather the past scenes inside the stronghold - peaceful work, the warmth of the campfire, the smiling faces of children, the devout prayers of believers... That is their common memory, the proof of their existence, and the "truth" they are unwilling to give up!
"Extradition!" I issued the final decree.
The brilliant star ring formed by the cloud and thunder pattern separated from me and merged into the huge mirror seal, bringing the final power of "stability" and "protection".
The mirror light suddenly turned inward and became extremely deep.
The stronghold, along with all the people in it, their bodies, their souls, the marks of their lives at this moment, and even the land they stood on... everything was completely frozen, turned into a state of absolute stillness, and forcibly sealed into the absolute mirror world I created, which is independent of the real dimension!
There is no passage of time, no consumption of energy, no destruction, and no rebirth. There is only eternal stillness, until... perhaps one day, a new era arrives, and the world can accept them again.
When the last trace of connection was severed, the mirror world completely faded into nothingness and completely disappeared from the real world that was returning to silence.
The light around me dimmed to the extreme in an instant, and my already illusory form fluctuated violently, becoming almost impossible to maintain.
An indescribable feeling of weakness flooded my core consciousness like an icy tide.
In order to accomplish this incredible feat, I almost burned everything I had.
At the moment when I was exhausted, the gray-white "wave" that annihilated everything finally swallowed up where I was.
No pain, no shock.
It’s just an extreme “emptiness”.
My perception was rapidly fading, my strength was dissipating, and my consciousness was like a candle in the wind, flickering.
Am I going to... disappear?
Is this... the price of fighting against reincarnation?
I just became a god and I’m sending it...
The last thought that came to mind was not fear, but only a slight regret for not being able to see them see the light of day again.
My form completely dissipated, turning into countless tiny, extinguished stardust points, drifting towards the dead and gray world that was returning to ultimate nothingness.
As if it never existed.
…
The Zhoutian cycle continues. I don’t know how long it has passed, maybe a moment, maybe ten thousand years.
So long that even time has lost its meaning.
Consciousness is like the faintest spark, floating in the boundless, absolute "nothingness".
There is no light, no dark, no up, down, left, or right, no past or future, only eternal silence.
This is the wreckage after the cycle of reincarnation, and the other side where everything returns to ultimate nothingness.
I was once Ji Ling, once the Lord of the Starry Sky. Now, I am just... a lingering thought, an anchor.
My "existence" almost completely dissipated, and the only connection with the world in the mirror became the only coordinate that prevented me from being completely annihilated.
I can "feel" it, that tiny bubble that I have sealed with all my strength. It is suspended in the depths of this endless sea of nothingness, absolutely still and absolutely peaceful.
Frozen inside is everything I want to protect, my final promise, and also... the only tombstone, or seed, left by civilization.
Lonely.
This is a loneliness that transcends any language. There is no one to communicate with, no perceptible change, only eternal watchfulness.
I guard this point, smaller than a speck of dust, against the deathly silence of the entire universe. Perhaps this is the eternal punishment for stealing the divine throne and defying reincarnation.
In this extreme silence, my perception seems to be able to reach more distant places.
Occasionally I could catch some other "ripples" rising and disappearing in this nothingness.
A flash of thought, sharp as a sword, yet filled with despair and unwillingness, then completely extinguished—that feeling, like "Night Crow." He ultimately could not escape.
A ray of light tried to hide its power behind a thousand faces, perhaps "a thousand faces"? He seemed to have failed as well.
Farther away, there seemed to be a larger and more ancient terrifying will, roaring and cursing unwillingly in the void, but in the end it could not escape the fate of being completely "silenced".
Those were the old gods who failed to escape in time.
But not all is quiet.
In the far distance, there seemed to be a few extremely faint "sparks" that survived in a strange way.
Some were like carefully woven cocoons, wrapping themselves layer by layer and falling into the deepest suspended animation; some emitted regular fluctuations, as if they had already reserved a retreat in an unknown dimension; and one... actually emitted a faint but tenacious breath of new life that was incompatible with this nothingness, as if absorbing the power of destruction itself.
Other members of the Secret Garden Society? Or... the first beings born in the new era?
A new round of gaming seems to have quietly begun in this silent hotbed. But this time, the chessboard is empty, and the rules have yet to be written.
And I just guard my isolated island, indifferent to everything in the outside world.
All perceptions were retracted, and one's wholehearted efforts were devoted to maintaining the final existence of the world in the mirror.
Until one moment——
Boom.
An extremely slight beating, as if coming from the deepest part of my soul, passed through the absolutely still barrier of the mirror world and was clearly transmitted to the core of my consciousness.
It was like a heart that had been frozen for billions of years, finally feeling its first barely perceptible beat.
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