Su Yao couldn’t believe it. Wang Shenmu couldn’t believe it. No one watching from behind the screens could believe it, and their hearts could hardly withstand any more shocks. But then, an ultimate, even greater shock was about to unfold — at the Eternal Palace — the man in black robes, with a billowing cloak, stepped forward — the wind of a hundred thousand miles wailed, and the man with black clothes and black hair leaped into the Rebirth Pool. Knowing full well… this was a point of no return… But from this moment on, there is no more Eternal Palace in this world. Shutting down the computer, the internet café owner, also a follower of the Eternal Sect, was still in shock and disbelief. A man with a thick cast on his left hand left the café, his figure disappearing into the endless night.
There is no night in the world, only because all nights are buried beneath the City of Samsara. Wang Shenmu couldn’t stop the lord of the City of Samsara from destroying everything in time. In the end, he destroyed even himself. The world channel was eerily quiet, as if the entire world had come to a standstill. In this frozen world, only a girl in a black robe was running, her silhouette indistinguishable from any other follower of the Eternal Sect, except her nickname above her head signified the glory and legend her name represented in the history of the world.
“Do you want to die together?” Watching Red Medicine Hall’s reckless abandon, Wang Shenmu’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the mouse. He had seen many love affairs in this world but never one so mad and intense. Su Yao, oh Su Yao, do you know that black hole is called the Rebirth Pool? Two hundred thousand… an entire army of two hundred thousand has fallen into the Rebirth Pool to accompany the dead!! Wang Shenmu typed a concise description of the Rebirth Pool and sent it to Red Medicine Hall’s private message, but that wavering black figure in the wind merely paused for a moment. Whether rebirth or reincarnation, as long as you’re here… this is my world…
Red Medicine Hall, the world’s top thief, stood at the edge of the Rebirth Pool, where the moonlight on the vast plains couldn’t see the youth scattered at her fingertips or the tears on the keyboard. Opening the warehouse, with a sweep of the mouse, all the wealth Red Medicine Hall had accumulated in her lifetime, more dazzling than the treasures in the Xia Kingdom’s treasury, she sent them all to Chen Wang. She remembered his name at this moment. At her end, she wanted to leave something for future generations to let the little thieves inherit her life, to continue causing havoc in this world full of lovebirds. Red Medicine Hall leaped into the pool. In a world of boundless beauty, the one I love is only the Eternal Palace.
When Little Mary arrived with her umbrella, in the underground plain where only clear weather existed after creation, a blizzard began to rage. At the edge of the Rebirth Pool, three thousand followers were now reduced to one thousand, while hundreds of thousands squeezed together to watch the spectacle.
Wang Shenmu stood atop a mountain, helplessly watching as those stubborn followers followed the Eternal Palace and Red Medicine Hall into the Rebirth Pool one after another, unable to stop them. People continued to fall into the pool, leaving behind only those who couldn’t let go. The fact that entering the Rebirth Pool was akin to entering reincarnation had spread among the players. Ah Cao had just received items from Red Medicine Hall, already crying uncontrollably. Knowing the outcome, knowing the fate of the entire thief gang rested on his shoulders, yet he still wanted to walk with Sister Yao. But the little thieves, crying their hearts out, ultimately managed to stop their leader. Thief Ding, sobbing, said, “Brother, if you jump, we’ll all jump with you, and there will be no more thief gang in this world. How could Sister Yao bear that?” Chen Wang looked up, seeing the blizzard all around. “All of you, go back,” Little Mary commanded the group from the thief gang, the only ones who knew she was Red Medicine Hall’s alt. The world would tremble with the appearance of the lord of the Northern Snow Mountain. Every time this mysterious northern lord appeared, upheaval followed. The first time, the city of Tianya fell. The second time, the divine artifacts of the West appeared. Now… this is the third time…
People whispered, speculating, with chat boxes and private messages flying everywhere. Among the crowd that came to witness the spectacle at the Rebirth Pool were Ji Canghai and Han Yan. After emerging from the Abyss of the End, Han Yan, who hated Nan Bo Wan, reconciled and cohabited with Ji Canghai again. “Qin Chuan, that bastard, is too despicable,” Han Yan was so angry her teeth clenched. “Damn, if he wants to commit suicide, fine, but why destroy all the city’s mines and lands? Shit, husband, you spent this much money to raise that army, and you did it behind your parents’ back. If they find out…” “It’s fine, they’re busy doing business abroad; they won’t care about me,” Ji Canghai comforted her. “Even if we got married and had kids, they wouldn’t care.” “Oh, husband, you’re so annoying, I’m still young, I don’t want to have kids so soon.”
“Good, good, good, whatever you say goes, but that bastard Qin Chuan is really despicable! Destroying resources is one thing, but he even dismantled the divine artifact! A divine artifact!” When Ji Canghai thought of the divine artifact, his face turned ashen with anger.
He had spent so much effort and resources, yet he couldn’t even get one, and that scoundrel just easily turned it into charcoal! How cruel can you be! Ji Canghai clenched his fists, not only out of envy, jealousy, and hatred, but after learning more about Qin Chuan from online searches, his hatred grew even deeper. It turned out that the man who stole Su Yao was him. Damn it, last time I bought a few media outlets, but it wasn’t impactful enough. This time, let’s make some even more vicious material. This bastard dares to oppose me; I’ll make him wish he were dead!
In the midst of the vast snowstorm, Little Mary stopped the last group of martyrs. Grass insisted on not dispersing with the crowd; he feared that Yao Jie might also commit suicide in this game, in this world, the last of his attachments, her final existence.
Seeing the desperate look of the big boy trying to stop her from moving forward, Su Yao, in front of the screen, gave a bitter smile. Little Mary was perhaps the only memory left between her and Qin Chuan… like their child, they were gone, but she couldn’t be… With a flourish of the Snow God Umbrella, the white-robed girl vanished on the spot. Chen Wang looked up again, only to see the Eastern Lord in white robes with white hair under the dark moonlit night. The thoughtful, enchanting young man looked up at the sky, saying something Chen Wang couldn’t understand.
[Local] ‘Wang Shenmu’: Perhaps I can finally see the end of this history…
Wang Shenmu made a call to the tech department: ‘Help me check the last login IP of the Eternal Palace.’
At the end of history, who holds the flute, laughing suddenly?
There are probably two more chapters until the end.
In the northern mountains, snowstorms stretched endlessly. To get away from people, Su Yao randomly used a teleportation scroll, which brought her to the north of the human continent. Walking deep within the vast snowy mountains, perhaps because she held the Snow God Umbrella, Little Mary’s vision remained clear and broad in the snowstorm, unlike when she first arrived, where the snow obscured visibility just a few steps away.