"The weary sun, gently bidding farewell to the sea..."
The sun, weary, tenderly bid the sea farewell.
In the midst of the mournful wails shaking Xiematai, a hoarse voice sang, "In that mont, you confessed, that there is no love."
It was then you confessed, love was no more...
As Ye Xueya sang, the White Wolf ran silently, disappearing in a flash from the sky.
From the shattered ruins of the Central District, a piercing waterfall of light surged skyward.
The falling sun let out its last, tragic scream.
In the scorched pit, the blood-red sun was split open. Piercing sunlight, like gushing blood, sprayed in all directions, drop by drop, so thick and viscous.
Beneath layers of radiance writhed piece after piece of crawling flesh.
The dead, stillborn child continued to thrash with dozens of tentacles. Its purple-black flesh rooted and sprouted in the soil, spreading rapidly, only to die just as quickly.
In the end, within the dimming sunshine, that massive, mountain-like tumorous bulk erged.
And from within the split flesh at its center, a vast eye ford of countless malford compound eyes erged. These countless pitch-black compound eyes reflected the sa face, and nurous identical faces opened their lips, humming the sa tune.
She raised the White Wolf Hook and thrust forward.
Quietly, it punctured the very center of the eye. Blood gushed like a waterfall, completely drenching Ye Xueya in red.
Through the White Wolf Hook, the last glimr of its ferocious vitality steadfastly locked onto Ye Xueya's visage, intending to plant the most venomous curse.
"Don't be sad..."
Ye Xueya cracked a carefree smile, tilted her head away, and flicked her lighter to light the cigarette at the corner of her mouth. "If there were only the sun in the sky, how lonely that would be, don't you think?"
Her once-lovely face was now covered in cracks. Purple-black blood seeped from her broken features, making her look ferocious.
It was hard to tell who the real Evil Ghost was.
As she smiled, the stillborn's flesh suddenly convulsed madly before becoming utterly rigid, solidifying into pitch-black stone.
Giant cracks spread from the petrified eye, causing it to shatter.
A heartbreaking wail that echoed through the heavens spread in all directions, even reaching the deepest parts of the Abyss.
The stillborn child, already dead in the womb, had finally t its utter destruction.
Ye Xueya collapsed to the ground, drained of all strength.
She had won, but she didn't feel happy.
The incomplete Sun Shaman Imprint rose slowly from the debris, condensing into a solemn, yet flawed, Lustrous Sun Wheel in midair. It seed to want to break through the sky and escape, but under the deterrence of the White Wolf Hook, it remained frozen in place, unable to move.
With the death of the stillborn child, the Sun Shaman Imprint lost the soil that had nurtured it. The purple-black Lustrous Sun Wheel trembled continuously, revealing countless minute cracks.
Its foundation was unstable, ready to crumble at any mont.
What was worse, as the blood qi fueling it was cut off, it began to lose the power to maintain its 'sublimated' state. It gradually lost montum and returned to its original, inert form.
Like a tree without roots, even with sprouting new branches, it couldn't stop its own decay and death.
The decades of painstaking effort by the Yingzhou Phylogeny were rapidly fading away.
"Stripped back to its original form, huh? How tragic," Ye Xueya leaned against the ruins, cocking her head to study its gradual decay. Her tone was devoid of any fluctuation, betraying neither pity nor indifference.
She just quietly smoked, humming an old tune from the Russian Federation.
"The sun, weary, tenderly bid the sea farewell."
"And it was then you finally confessed, love was no more..."
The sun, the weary sun, had set.
A crisp cracking sound ca from within her.
It was the sound of her Stigma breaking.
The North Dipper Stigma dimd.
The power gained through forced ascension quickly dissipated, dragging her soul to crumble along with it.
So, holding the cigarette that had almost burned out, she smiled, "Don't be afraid, I feel the sa."
The Sun Shaman's Lustrous Sun Wheel sensed danger. Riddled with cracks, it trembled and wailed, attempting to flee. But under the gaze of the White Wolf phantom, it could not fly further than ten ters, no matter how it tried.
The cold light of the silver hook crisscrossed the ground.
It marked a prison.
"Proud White Wolf, roams where there's a path; as it responds and transforms, it clutches the spiritual hook..."
As her Stigma collapsed, Ye Xueya raised the flickering white light in her hand. Her pale face was illuminated, making the blood seeping from her nose and mouth appear even more vivid.
Thus, gazing at this Divine Artifact ford by the Miracle Imprint, she finally made up her mind and chanted the final verse:
"—Only virtue is fitting; from Yin, witness Zhou!"
In that instant, the Miracle Imprint—representing the cycle of Sky's Command and heralding the change of dynasties—pierced Ye Xueya's chest, thrusting into the turbulent North Dipper Stigma.
The next mont, the nine prominent and two hidden stars of its grim constellation shattered!
In the wails and convulsions of her soul, the North Dipper Stigma violently contracted, trembling, until at last, it turned completely into Chaos.
With the division by the White Wolf Hook, the Shenshui Monkey aspect broke apart. A blue-green Giant Ape phantom flew out from Ye Xueya's body, while the Heart Moon Fox phantom reerged behind her...
This was a scene completely beyond belief.
Under the Miracle Imprint of the White Wolf Hook, Ye Xueya's North Dipper Stigma, which had originally been a fusion of elents, was forcefully cleaved back to its constituent parts. The Shenshui Monkey that had rged into her soul was stripped away.
Completely, whole and intact, without any remnants or lingering problems.
Ye Xueya was forcibly de-ranked.
No, it would be more apt to say it was like a system rollback—a self-demotion almost like a reversal of ti, returning her to her peak Third Stage.
This was the true power of the White Wolf Hook.
As the unanimously recognized Owner of the Dongxia Genealogy, did Xuan Niao really need to engage in combat personally at any given ti?
The answer was there was absolutely no need!
As the symbol of the Dongxia Genealogy, The Crowned One presiding over the legitimate Dongxia royalty, when did he ever need to charge to the front like Two Flowers and Red Sticks, to be the first in attack and last in retreat?
He rely needed to stand there to represent the Dongxia Genealogy itself.
A single word from him could represent the views and opinions of all Sublimators in the Dongxia Genealogy.
With a lift of his finger, a hundred thousand Sublimators of the Dongxia Genealogy would wield blades and spears, hacking from Penglai Road to South Heavenly Gate Pedestrian Street. After completing the task, they would retrace their steps and hack their way back. If necessary, they could repeat this five, six, seven, or even eight tis.
Until he nodded and said, "That's enough. You've scrubbed them clean."
As the personal weapon of Xuan Niao, this Miracle Imprint was extracted from history and miracles. It ranked among the three great Miracle Imprints, including the Azure Blood Roll. Its true power was not for fighting to the death but represented the authority and privilege of Xuan Niao as the steward of the Dongxia Genealogy.
In the hands of its true master, Xuan Niao, it didn't even need to be unsheathed. A re glance from the old man could instantly reduce a Sublimator of the Dongxia Genealogy from the Fifth Stage down to a novice.
Since Xuan Niao had inherited the position of Owner of the Genealogy, he had rarely exercised this supre authority, not even much on rebels.
Those who dared to stir up trouble were casually crushed to death by the old man.
More often, it was used as a rollback device, helping juniors who failed their advancent to revert to their original state, accumulate experience, and try again.
Just like now.
As her rank plumted, in an instant, countless gouts of plasma erupted from her pores.
Drenching Ye Xueya in red. Wounds that would be considered severe for a Fourth Stage Sublimator were lethal for one at the Third Stage!
If it weren't for the White Wolf Spirit still protecting Ye Xueya, she might have died on the spot.
"You see, I told you, we are all the sa."
Bearing the excruciating, convulsive pain, she raised her head. Her bloodshot eyes fixed on the Sun Shaman Imprint before her, her smile still present as she said, "You just need a little bit of help…"
Amidst the wailing of the Sun Shaman Imprint, she staggered to her feet and stepped forward, one step at a ti.
From the void behind her, the Heart Moon Fox's long tail unfurled, its fur bristled, and its eyes shone with the light of a Predator, challenging the Superior positioned above itself.
It was already ravenous, past the point of being picky.
By now, the audience watching the live broadcast fully understood what this madwoman intended to do.
The entire Xiematai was a stage ticulously crafted by the Dongxia Genealogy for Ye Xueya, to showcase to the entire world the ttle of this strongest mber of Dongxia's new generation!
Having undergone one advancent, she intended to abandon the North Dipper Stigma and once again challenge the Fourth Stage!
—To advance towards the Azure Dragon of the East!
Even if dragons no longer road the world.
Even if the Divine Nature of the Azure Dragon had vanished without a trace, severing the path to Sublimation, leaving no road ahead.
If there was no road to follow, then she would forge one herself!
Wasn't there ample Divine Nature right before her eyes to utilize? Even if its essence was flawed and it no longer possessed its forr glory, the Sun Shaman Imprint contained as much Divine Nature as one could possibly desire...
Where does she find the certainty?
In Ro, a golden-haired young man frowned in the hall, unsure whether to laugh at the audacity of this formidable adversary or admire her absurd courage.
"Such matters, aside from Xuan Niao, who dares to claim certainty?" the ancient Priest comnted emotionlessly. "It's nothing more than a gamble. What you lack is precisely that."
The young man was taken aback and furrowed his brow.
"She aims to prove she's no less than Xuan Niao of yesteryear," the old Priest lowered his gaze. "She wants to be the strongest in Dongxia thirty years from now."
"…"
At this very mont, whether in Ro, the Russian Federation, India, or anywhere else, countless people had turned on their televisions to follow this absurd spectacle of advancent being broadcast to the world.
To witness the success or extinction of this foremost figure among Dongxia's new generation.
And with the fall of the White Wolf Hook, the Lustrous Sun Wheel shattered to pieces. Amidst the final lant of the Sun Shaman Imprint, endless, intense light burst forth, engulfing Ye Xueya's figure.
The Heart Moon Fox roared silently and leaped into the blaze as if rushing towards death, yet also to embrace its own rebirth.
"Don't be afraid."
In the midst of the conflagration, Ye Xueya reached out and clasped the last remnant of the Sun Witch—the broken Sword Blade—saying, "Once you count all the cracks in the sky, we will be best friends forever…"
Light.
Light swallowed everything.
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