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The dragon of death, Polykes. He knew perfectly well that it was not the Butterfly.
But in the endless cycle of reincarnation, he could no longer distinguish whether his sword pierced the body of the dead dragon or the body of the fairy butterfly.
Perhaps he killed them both.
Or perhaps he was deceiving himself, viewing his former companions as the dead dragon, so that his sword would not hesitate because of that slight pity...
"I can't... keep them...!"
Despite having exhausted all his strength to drive death, he still could not harm the former savior in the slightest.
The blazing sun of "destruction" will not set, but will continue to burn out completely.
Even if I cannot win, I must…!
The dead dragon poured out death without reservation, and as death fell to the earth, the flowers of the underworld bloomed and grew, surging towards the sun.
However, as death approached, Caislana was already prepared.
He clenched his fist, and the power of destruction began to gather.
"So, let us remember you and pay tribute to your million struggles."
As soon as the words were spoken, the destructive celestial star, carrying the power to destroy everything, fell from the sky.
All things in heaven and earth come to an end here, even death is no exception.
Even though the dragon's body had crumbled layer by layer beneath the devastating celestial star, Xia Die still used her last strength to persuade the former "savior"...
"Wake up... you lost soul..."
"Seeing the light in the darkness... it wasn't..."
The Fire-Stealer saw Lycus's words, but he didn't want to answer him, as always.
If this is the end of the cycle of reincarnation, then what awaits Lai Gushi will not only be his silence.
"The 'fire of death' was taken from the dragon's belly. What a bright fire."
"It should illuminate everyone, illuminate the path ahead, and illuminate the dawn that Onphalus will eventually see..."
As always, the light of the fire was reflected in Caislan's weary eyes.
The scattered sparks of the past have accumulated over millions of cycles, eventually coalescing into a vast ocean of flames.
The shimmering light on the sea is a fire that could ignite the world.
"Two million three thousand four hundred and thirty-two reincarnations..."
"Two thousand four hundred and forty-one thousand one hundred and eighty-four sparks..."
"It seems capable of burning away even the unfathomable primordial chaos."
One spark after another was taken from the bodies of his comrades by his own hands; they were proof of their existence and also their rage.
The rage accumulated over these thirty million reincarnations is not just his own, but also that of every companion in the cycle of reincarnation.
Even if other memories become blurred under the burning of the fire, these numbers are ones he can never forget.
Feng Jin stared at Bai E in the light screen, her worry growing stronger with each passing moment.
In the light screen, beneath those eyes that had long since lost their color, lay unparalleled weariness.
Even so, something remained in his eyes: an unwavering persistence and a ever-growing flame reflected within them.
If she could, she wanted to try to alleviate his exhaustion and pain. She believed that she would do the same in every reincarnation!
Chapter 137 The Belief to Set Off
The pointer of Eternity is spinning faster and faster.
With each pause of the pointer, the cycle begins anew.
"One more eternal cycle is needed before the world is destroyed."
"At the start of the 4000001st Eternal Return"
"You're here, as always."
On the small dock of the Elegant Secret Pavilion, the phantom of the hero greeted Caislana, who had arrived there, as always.
Caislana turned to look at his hero.
"...Are you still deep in my heart, never truly gone?"
"Because you haven't completely severed your beliefs, right?"
"You too are waiting for a miracle to happen, waiting for the true 'hero' who can save us to appear."
“If that glimmer of hope exists, it must come from beyond this world, from that ‘real’ starry sky…” Caislan looked up at the sky, and at that moment, he seemed to see the real stars beyond the heavens.
“But… travelers who have nothing to do with Onphalus may not understand our struggle and be willing to join this fight.”
"Pinocone, watch me speed through in one life!"
Xing pointed one finger to the sky, brimming with confidence.
After she speedruns the Pinocchio dungeon, she'll go and bring true dawn to Onpharos!
Behind her, Himeko and Welt smiled helplessly, but they didn't stop Hoshi from making her promise.
Since it is the children's own exploration, all they need to do is provide protection from behind.
The current Star Train is confident in protecting every passenger on board.
"Your resolve... has wavered. The mark of 'destruction' is deepening..."
"But even within the divine calculations, unconditional courage and kindness are born. So..."
“Only the belief of setting out on this journey, don’t forget it.”
Looking at Caislana, who had his back to him and was facing the distant ocean, the hero in his heart sighed slightly.
"How many times has this happened? Remind me again... My memory is getting a little fuzzy."
"Four million times...exactly."
Only in her own heart could she show sadness, Caislan replied softly.
"...The fire in your heart must be burning extremely hot."
"Yes... I had the same illusion when I first fused the twelve fires into one."
"Destruction... An unprecedented power surged within me, violent flames threatening to shatter my body and devour this world, this pathetic prison... I believed that was the ultimate power in the world, nothing more."
"But now, this body is carrying a staggering 48 million embers... I think it won't be long—perhaps only a mere ten thousand years—before it's burned to a charred, mangled corpse."
They never imagined that the world they created was merely a testing ground set up by someone else; that their actions were just part of someone else's calculations...
It has endured four million eternal cycles of reincarnation, yet it still manages to persevere.
If the same level of suffering as Lord Bai'e were inflicted on any other Immortal Ship member, they would likely be trapped in an endless cycle of demonic possession.
He dared not speak for the other generals, but Jing Yuan felt that he himself was probably no different.
As for the marshal, he wouldn't presume to guess.
"At that time, your long struggle will also come to an end."
"...No. I have found a way to continue the cycle of reincarnation."
Would you mind sharing with me?
"..." Kauslana was silent for a moment before saying:
"In each new cycle of reincarnation, a new 'me' will be born."
"What I need to do is push the newly born 'White Calamity' to the end of the world. And then..."
"..." The hero in his heart was stunned upon hearing this.
"Then, he will kill me, shatter this body. He will inherit my flames and memories, and continue his journey."
"..." The hero in his heart sighed.
"A brave, yet fragile plan. What if, at some point, the newborn 'you' refuses to walk the same path..."
"How can you guarantee the continuation of the cycle of reincarnation?"
“If it were Teacher Nakashia or Aglaia who embarked on the cycle of reincarnation… perhaps they could find a smarter method,” Caislana replied.
"Unfortunately... I have no backup options. I can only gamble everything on the newborn Bai E, hoping he will make the same choice as my original self."
"But even in this sad cage of fate, there are always lucky things happening. Because..."
"The only thing I will never forget is the conviction to set off."
As for Aglaia, well, even she couldn't do it, so how could she possibly do it?
Chapter 138 Caislana's Wish
"Could it be that you..."
Upon hearing this, his hero guessed what was going on, but the truth surprised him.
Even he had never seen anything different about Caislan, who had repeatedly entered the cycle of reincarnation.
And Caiuslana's next words confirmed his guess.
"I have decided to begin implementing this plan..."
"...Throughout these millions of cycles, no unexpected event has ever occurred."
These are the words he spoke to Aglaia and Teacher Tibo during his first reincarnation.
This statement has always been consistent throughout these thirty million eternal cycles of rebirth.
The eternal clock keeps turning, the sword's edge piercing countless enemies, and piercing itself. Yet, the ever-steadfast Caislanna never gives up.
"One more eternal cycle is needed before the world is destroyed."
"The 23570000th Eternal Return"
“I can do it… Your Excellency Bai’e.”
Under the "Dome Fortress" shrouded in dark clouds, the demigod Hyacinthes of the "Sky," enduring unbearable pain, addressed Caiuslana, who had come to seize the fire.
“As a demigod of the ‘Sky,’ and the healer of the Dim Courtyard… I will surely be able to heal you, until…”
The pain brought by the Black Tide was constantly eroding everything she had; her voice trembled, weak and sorrowful, but she still persevered.
"The Black Tide... is engulfing you. You can no longer continue... demigod." Caislana's tone was cold and unwavering.
"Give me the spark. Let us... end our suffering as soon as possible."
"That won't do..."
"I can't... show a worried face when facing patients suffering from illness."
The pain continued to intensify, but Feng Jin remained gentle. She spoke with a soft laugh, her tone affectionate. In the past, she had healed patient after patient in this manner, but…
Beneath the trembling voice, the pain could not be hidden.
“Yacintes…”
She would definitely stand in front of Lord Bai'e, and even if she couldn't, she would try her best to alleviate his pain.
Bai Lu nodded in agreement. She didn't know how to praise her, but she just agreed wholeheartedly!
Kiana suddenly fell silent, and she couldn't help but recall some memories, some of the "past" she had experienced in that dream.
"What are you thinking about!" A warm hand patted her shoulder.
She turned around and saw Himeko standing behind her, her face still bearing that bright and gentle smile that she knew so well.
"It's nothing, Himeko-sensei."
"I swear, you will not die in vain..."
"as always."
Caislana walked on a rainbow, step by step toward the wind violet.
The cycle of the past resurfaced before him, each a final "blessing" from one friend after another.