The cold mist clinging to the gorge seemed to freeze in place, unwilling to disturb the fragile, fading silhouette perched upon the moss-slick boulder.
Spirit Xu Xiansu's lower body had already completely dissolved into upward-drifting plumes of silver-blue starlight.
Her remaining translucent shoulder was thinning by the second, her celestial robes fraying into the gentle mountain breeze like burnt gossamer.
Yet her glowing orange eyes held neither panic nor despair.
She looked through the young Xu Xiansu and Xia Mengyao, looking past the shattered and blood-soaked earth, gazing straight into the unfathomable depths of an erased eternity.
Her voice rose—soft, clear, and carrying the terrifying, resonant weight of a shattered universe.
"....It was a grand era."
The words fell like golden bells ringing across a quiet morning.
