The boy sobbed and roared, his throat so dry he couldn't make a sound, as if his tongue and throat were stuck together, and streams of bloody tears flowed from his eyes.
He suddenly thought of something, and his eyes lit up:
"Or wait for me, I'll kill myself right now! Wait for me here, just a little while, just a little while, I'll come find you soon, and we'll go to the underworld together—"
She just shook her head with an even stronger smile.
"The mortal realm doesn't need me, but it does. The demon race needs you, and the primordial world needs you. Don't talk about death lightly. I traded my life for yours; how can you give up so easily?"
“But you’re gone,” the boy trembled, his eyes filled with even more sorrow and desolation. “What difference is there between me and being dead?”
She gently reached out her hand, and the illusory light touched his cheek. He couldn't actually feel any touch, but he still obediently let her stroke him, and even rubbed against her sweetly.
Tong Su said, “The Heavenly Dao is gone, but the Primordial World is still not safe: Rahu is no good either. He has always been a deceitful demon. All conversations with him are transactions. What he helps will eventually come back to haunt you. You have not yet fulfilled your responsibility to stop him.”
She suddenly pulled away and walked away. Xi frantically reached out to grab her, but while she could reach him through the transparent wall separating them, he was completely blocked by the wall and couldn't get past it even a fraction of an inch.
Instead, she pushed him, and he lost control and staggered backward, his feet leaving long trails in the water as he moved away from her at lightning speed!
He screamed in agony, "A-Tong! Tong!!"
Tong Su looked back, her smile still radiant. Her body gradually transformed into wind-blown sand, which flowed into the waters of the River of Oblivion and melted away bit by bit.
"Then let me be selfish just this once: no matter how painful it is, please remember my words, live on, live forever and ever. Perhaps we will meet again in the future, so please live well..."
"And your black fire is also very beautiful—red, gold, black, as long as it's you, it's the most beautiful."
Her cheerful voice echoed through the heavens and earth, its final note trembling slightly, like a dream:
"I love you, and I will never regret it."
Love arises without warning, and deepens with time.
The living can die, and the dead can live.
Those who cannot be born to die, or who cannot be brought back to life after death, have not experienced the true depth of feeling.
"...Crown Prince Xi?"
Xi suddenly opened her eyes.
That golden-purple world has long since passed him by; he remains in the chaotic void, his body engulfed in black ghostly flames.
Houtu called out cautiously. He looked up and saw the Six Sages, Dijun, Taiyi, Xihe, and Houtu, the only remaining ancestral witch of the Wu tribe, all looking at him worriedly from afar.
The black Golden Crow Fire, thick with deathly energy, burned eerily, making it difficult even for Di Jun and Tai Yi to approach.
This is no longer the golden crow fire of the sun star.
He rose from the dead, returned in the sunset, traversed the Sea of the Dead, walked the River of Oblivion, followed demons, and slaughtered on the path. He is the one and only Golden Crow of the Setting Sun, the conqueror of the Yellow Springs.
Di Jun asked, "Son, how are you?"
Xi looked at the black fire in her hand, and suddenly tears streamed down her face.
“I’m fine, don’t worry,” he said in a hoarse voice, forcing a smile. “I’m really fine, I won’t die, don’t worry.”
I won't die, because she won't let me die.
but……
This heart has long since withered and turned to ashes.
What difference is there between being dead and being alive?
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