The Ending

Although Amilo possessed no sorcery spirits of the time or mind factions, Yinzhi, relying on "Break All Arts," could interfere with space-time, the mind, and even light. In fairness, even if she integrated these techniques into her combat system, they would hardly increase her combat prowess by much; the others would quickly adapt to her new offensive rhythm. She had endured until this very moment before revealing this trump card precisely to resolve all her troubles in one fell swoop, making everything vastly simpler. Under the interference of Yinzhi's hands, neither Feili nor Longyuan could perceive that their attacks had shifted direction. The faintest opening in their minds was magnified to its absolute limit, while space-time and light warped into a curved mirror so lifelike it confounded reality. There was no need for her to lift a finger—Feili and Longyuan would deal fatal blows to each other. This was her favorite kind of ending: rebels slaughtering one another, followers receiving grace, and the fates of all living beings left to her amusement and trampled underfoot! The sole victor could and must be the greatest prophecy sorcerer of all time. The vacant supreme throne rightfully belonged to an existence capable of gazing into the future! Yet she was not the only one holding a trump card. Amid turbulent spatial ripples, Yinzhi discovered her position had changed. Nothing remained in her vision except Longyuan's staff—she had been teleported right in front of him! Longyuan had never said he could only teleport himself. He had always been capable of teleporting other targets, but had kept it hidden. He knew that if he used this move without eliminating every single enemy, any surviving demon would never fall for it again. His eyes were still hollow, but it did not matter. He had never trusted sight, a method of perception so prone to deception. He had directly locked onto their coordinates through the ripples in space and teleported both of them straight before his assault! Then, impale the two of them in a single strike, wiping away all his troubles! At the final, decisive moment, Longyuan and Yinzhi had revealed their ultimate trump cards at the exact same time! And what of Feili? Feili had not noticed that her position and sword path had shifted at all; she was still thrusting straight toward Yinzhi in front of her. Even if she possessed the combat prowess to compete on equal footing with demons, she was still nowhere near as despicable and shameless as them. Yet at that very moment, a glint of sword light tore through the carriage roof from beneath them, dazzling the night sky like a falling star. No one knew how long this sword light had been brewing, nor how a mere mortal had managed to hide amidst a battlefield of demons for so long. Yet it was this mortal sword, brimming with consummate romantic poetry, that cut into the battle with millimeter precision, tipping the very scales of war! Yinzhi's pupils constricted before she felt wild joy erupt in her heart—because this thrust was aimed at Longyuan! She— *Thump!* Yinzhi's head was instantly blasted apart by the staff, all her ambitions scattering into the wind and rain. The demon Yinzhi was dead! By now, Longyuan's heart had already been cleaved through by the poetic sword light, yet his sculpted face did not waver in the slightest. His hands gripped the staff like steel rods, pressing forward, forward, his offensive relentless! In the next instant, Yinzhi's corpse was hurled to the front of the Canaan, while Vosloda, who had been hiding there all along, was shifted directly to the center of the battlefield! A teleportation swapping their positions! Longyuan drained the last drop of his sorcery mana to complete his final performance! This blow from his staff would pierce both of their skulls, bringing this angel hunt to a flawless curtain call! The moment Yinzhi died, her interference vanished, and everything reverted to reality. Feili felt the world shift around her; she had abruptly swapped positions, and what appeared before her was no demon, but the tramp professor who had taught her swordsmanship— She heard a familiar command: "Turn." Turn. Back then, the decision for Yaxiu and the others to take their trip had been made too quickly, too abruptly. Feili had known this journey might well be an eternal farewell, so before traveling, she had said earnest goodbyes to all her friends—and the professor, naturally, was among them. However, upon hearing she was leaving and could no longer practice swordsmanship, the professor grew frantic instead, insisting on passing down his supreme technique, "Rotate to Destroy," to her. Pressed for time, the professor skipped all preliminary steps and went straight into practical combat instruction. He had Feili attack him, neutralizing her strikes again and again with Rotate to Destroy. Every time he said "turn," it was a command for Feili to unleash her full strength without holding back, and each time he dissolved her offensive with peerless precision. Of course, Feili ultimately never mastered Rotate to Destroy, but that night she had indeed developed physical reflexes under the brunt of the professor's true strength. So upon hearing this command, Feili cast aside all chaotic doubts, burning past the limits of her soul to bloom with the final radiance of her life, dazzling sword light piercing through the curtain of rain! *Clang!* Vosloda did not dodge, nor could he. Not just anyone could clash with a demon—certainly not a sorcerer whose virtual wings had been broken. When his sword collided with Longyuan's staff, the weapon of the number one sword sorcerer under the starry sky shattered like glass. Even purely in terms of sorcery mastery, Longyuan crushed him completely. Though Vosloda had managed by sheer fortune to pierce Longyuan once, Longyuan would never give him a second chance. Yet it did not matter, for he was not the one meant to kill Longyuan. As Feili's sword light pierced his torso, Vosloda used his own body as a blade to redirect her momentum, striking the tip of Longyuan's staff with all his remaining might! *Crack!* Half of Vosloda's face was wiped away by the staff, yet the corner of his lips on the surviving half curved slightly upward—he had deflected Longyuan's thrust! *Boom!* The staff pierced through Feili's left shoulder, bursting flesh and sending bone fragments flying. The overwhelming force instantly obliterated her shoulder, leaving her left arm attached by only shreds of flesh, dangling as if about to fall off, while her shattered scapula exposed ghastly white bone drenched in blood—testament to the monstrous might of Longyuan's blow! Yet just as Longyuan impaled the two of them, Feili's sword light also tore through Vosloda's chest, sweeping across Longyuan's throat like a fleeting shadow and drawing a crimson line of blood. When Longyuan's head flew into the air, his expression was neither smile nor tears; if forced to describe it, it was a sigh of helpless resignation. He was surely the most begrudging of the demons. He had slain Yejian, slain Lehuai, and slain Yinzhi. He had survived as the last demon standing, yet he was not the final victor. The demon Longyuan was dead! Following this chaotic clash that unfolded in the blink of an eye, the train's roof collapsed with a thunderous roar. As the demons' primary battleground, the roof had already endured too much. With the demons unleashing their full, reckless power, it could no longer withstand the aftershocks of the highest-caliber battle in this world, concluding its glorious and eventful life. Feili fell, head spinning from the crash. Sitting up on the floor, she cradled her mangled left arm in a daze, still unable to believe this outcome. Yinzhi was dead, and Longyuan was dead too. She had survived... Could it be that she had won? Had they truly won?! Feili noticed Vosloda lying on the ground, gazing toward her. Half of his head was gone, his skull shattered; there was no way he could survive. When Feili looked back at him, the light in his eyes was fading away bit by bit, leaving only a dim, lifeless stillness. Only then did Feili realize that she had never known the professor, knew nothing of his past, and could not even begin to guess his dying thoughts. She could only vaguely sense that the professor had no regrets. Because once before, when she had lost a match and pettily launched a sneak attack that wounded him, the professor had looked at her with this exact same gaze. Back then, she had not understood what that look meant—until, during their travels, she saw a little girl begging her father for ice cream, and realized it was a look of doting fondness. The demons were dead. The professor was dead. The passengers on that train carriage earlier were probably all dead too. I'm going to die soon as well. Still... everyone else will be saved. Those I don't know, those I know, those I cherish, those I despise, and the person I love. How wonderful. The long journey, I have walked it to the end. The final battle, I have fought it through. All the promises, I have fulfilled them. What comes next, I leave to everyone— *Hum—* Feili turned her head and saw the Supreme Holy Grail completely precipitate from Rose's body, proclaiming its advent to the world. It was so holy, so radiant. Every strand of intertwined light within it was engraved with universal truths; every grain of shimmering splendor concealed the past and future. It was a hue of boundless brilliance, an existence transcending all things. It was so breathtaking that Feili held her breath, terrified that someone as lowly as dust like herself might disturb its descent. Yet in the next second, Feili saw Rose's body trembling. Innumerable fine threads connected Rose's body of woven light to the Holy Grail, converting her divine authority into the Grail's nectar. Now, the threads were snapping one by one; with each broken thread, the Grail grew a shade brighter, and Rose grew a shade dimmer. Clearly an evil ritual unprecedented in history, yet it was more magnificent than any grand ceremony. Even without knowing precisely what was happening, Feili understood that once all the threads snapped, Rose would vanish completely. Almost instinctively, she reached out, wanting to press the Holy Grail back into Rose's body. She harbored not the slightest desire for the Grail; driven by kindness and worry before thought could even take shape, her body had moved on its own. Yet none of this could change the ultimate ending— Feili touched the Supreme Holy Grail. The moment her fingers brushed the Grail, Feili glimpsed an unprecedented world: lines and colors, space and canvas, past and future. Everything tangible and intangible bared its true essence before her eyes. Then, she watched her hand disintegrate into the finest particles. "The knowledge of the divine realm is not something a mortal soul can bear. One who desires to wear the crown must bear its weight." With a clatter, the sword fell to the floor. Feili sank to her knees, tears of blood silently streaming down her cheeks. In truth, there wasn't much blood left; after battling for so long, she had almost bled dry. She exhaled heavily several times, as if trying to breathe out all her regrets, but failed, instead weeping until tears and snot poured down. Sniffling hard, she turned her head to look behind at Yaxiu, who was about to catch up to the Canaan. A poignant, beautiful smile broke across her grime-streaked face, her golden hair fluttering in the wind and rain like the wings of a butterfly. Yaxiu stared at her blankly, seeing a light brighter than the stars held within her tear-blurred eyes. *Whoosh.* Feili disintegrated into the finest particles, vanishing completely from this world without leaving a single trace. Yaxiu continued to watch, and watch, as though a miracle would appear if only he kept looking. Yet what appeared was not a miracle. It was a divine miracle. The celestial canopy sealing the Heavenly Kingdom of All Stars quietly tore open a seam. Tens of thousands of meteors swept across the horizon, dyeing the entire world once more in astral colors. Now that the Supreme Holy Grail had been born, whether the stars were sealed or not no longer mattered. Countless points of starlight gathered within the carriage. The disintegrated particles reassembled once more, reconstituting the individual once known as "Feili." But this time, she was clad in a dress woven like the Milky Way, treading upon flowing light and draped in stardust, like a sovereign returning to her most loyal domain. She reached her hand toward the Supreme Holy Grail. This time, the Grail did not annihilate her soul. Applying slight force, she lifted the Holy Grail until the final thread connecting it to Rose snapped. Rose let out a soft, distant sigh, dissolving into streams of light and vanishing without a trace. At this moment, Yaxiu heard the world's collective sigh, heard the mourning of countless colors; even his sorcery spirits began to weep. From the Knowledge Sea to the Ruby Mountain, from the fish-slaying dragons to the shadow evil dragons, every child who had received the blessings of the Void Realm realized that their most important family member had passed away. The Prime Angel had fallen. Having done all this, she seemed finally to remember something and slowly turned her head toward Yaxiu. Her face was vivid and breathtaking, her hair supple and clean. She was the most beautiful existence Yaxiu had ever seen, the most brilliant color in this world. Yet in her eyes, Yaxiu could no longer find that light brighter than the stars.