If a person is given a mask by others and wears it for a lifeti, and everyone believes this to be him, including himself, thinking that the mask is his true face, even rging entirely with his face.
Is his true face still his ’true face’?
Outside the Iron Dragon Nest.
The flare phenonon beca chaotic, countless lights went out of control, piercing the dark clouds surrounding the Iron Dragon Nest, causing Ian, Adalbert, Sio, and others in charge of managing the aftermath to frown deeply.
"Tell Scott to be careful and control the shield array of Xiahui City."
With a word of caution, Ian took a deep breath, gazing at the Iron Dragon Nest filled with sunlight before him, muttering to himself: "This guy Michael, he succeeds every ti in reincarnation, would having an extra cause his failure instead?"
"Did I tell him too many truths, causing him to have concerns and think too much?"
Thanks to Michael’s assistance, Ian could vaguely sense the current state of the second prince—the other’s mind was wavering, and the self-doubt made Michael hesitate, he was almost about to succeed, but also close to failing.
Nevertheless, even knowing the outco would be like this, Ian still did it, telling Michael more truths.
Because only Michael, who can endure all this harsher truth yet still succeed, can possess the power beyond the history of reincarnation to create a different ending!
And now, all Ian could do was believe in Michael.
He believed that the truths he told Michael would bring not only difficulties but could also beco his strength.
Inside the Iron Dragon Nest.
At this very mont, amidst absolute chaos, Michael instead slowly cald down.
No, it wasn’t calmness... but extinction.
At this mont, Michael’s consciousness gradually faded; all his thoughts, self, obsessions, and desires were all slowly dissipating. Whether it was the joy of his childhood or the doubts of his youth, all were shattering bit by bit, turning into sparks of light.
And the witnesses of his youth, his determination after maturity, were burning away like water under the sun.
This was failure, yet it was not true failure.
It was Michael’s own choice.
—If life cannot let make a choice.
He thought this.
—Then let death enlighten .
Everything shattered under the pure light, all doubts, worries, and fears turning into nothing before true death and absolute fear, becoming aningless.
Existence and continuity are the roots of all anings. If I die, and everything turns to nihility, does it really matter if the mask is truly ?
Soon, amidst the endless flas, the golden Sunbird was about to fade away, and the sun in the Iron Dragon Nest also beca restless, ready to explode like those nirvana-bound Sunbirds, scattering many materials related to new Sunbirds.
However.
In this very last mont.
A mark of confusion, along with a small golden fla, burned at the center of the sun.
It was a question.
[Are you really willing?]
The doubt from the Heavenly Law at this mont pierced through the last remnant of Michael’s Heart Light.
And thus, he finally understood—
If I were truly to die, would sothing as minor as whether I am myself really matter?
If facing eternal extinction, what must I do, what must I achieve?
[I... don’t care. I don’t care if I am myself, I don’t care who achieves it, even if I die, and I vanish with no trace, my power must still be passed on, turning into Spirit Energy drifting in the endless space-ti, descending upon those with the sa wishes and dreams as mine but lack the power.]
[They are , and I am them.]
[I want to...]
[Let everyone understand their true heart, let everyone no longer suffer.]
[This is what I never want to forget.]
This is the essence of the Chosen Psychic Power.
This is the source of the radiance drifting in the endless space-ti.
This is... the person that Michael is.
His nature, aspirations, persistence, and dreams.
The eternal true spirit, indestructible and immortal.
Boom!
The Iron Dragon Nest.
The light paused.
Then, an incomparably brilliant sun unfolded, like a flower opening, shooting out countless fine rays—all these rays redirected in mid-air, returning to the very center of the flower bud, appearing as if an enormous Giant opened its hands of light, closing its fingers into a fist at its utmost expansion.
Then, the sun contracted, condensed into a youthful human form with wings on its back and three halos behind its head.
[So that’s it, this is the nature of immortality, I finally understand why I am so persistent in opposing my father.]
The human form whispered softly with eyes closed: [Because Father, you have always been brainwashing yourself, always resisting your true spirit... forcing yourself to endure the pain akin to suicide, just to achieve a dream that isn’t truly yours.]
[Father...]
He opened his eyes, Michael’s eyes now shone like two suns, but even hotter, as all colors faded under their gaze, reverting to pure light.
The weakest among them, Adalbert, instinctively turned his head, closing his eyes, but it was all in vain because the ultimate radiant light pierced through flesh and bone, turning everyone’s vision into pure white.
He turned his head to look in Ian’s direction, the newly ascended Fifth Energy Level powerhouse smiling slightly: [I’m going to fulfill my mission, Ian Silverpeak, I hope you also walk your path.]
"Always so."
eting Michael’s gaze, having collected all advancent-related data from him, Ian nodded slightly: "So, don’t lose too quickly. Stall a bit longer, find out Axel’s true purpose."
"At the critical mont, I’ll assist you."
Michael did not respond to that.
He rely smiled, then turned into a beam of light, piercing through the space-ti between the Silverpeak Domain and the Imperial Capital—
Then, a resolute will, condensed in thought as light, pierced straight into the Planetary Shield Beam of the Imperial Capital!
[Father, it is ti for to kill you!]
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