Chapter 1887: The Red Star Arrives

The faint light of early morning rose slowly from the east, as it always did.

The pale white light gradually eroded the darkness, the twinkling stars faded and disappeared, and daylight shone upon the earth once more. At the same time, a strange scarlet color bloomed silently on the horizon...

Steam rose from the breakfast shops along the street. Pedestrians noticed the anomaly in the sky and pointed in confusion at the red glow coming from the north.

Soon, as if realizing something, they spoke to one another, and their eyes were gradually filled with terror!

The Chengtian Prefecture, already in a state of alert, immediately dispatched numerous personnel to orderly begin evacuating the public and maintaining order within the domain.

Sun Bumian stood by the window, looking at a red dot adorning the sky, his brows furrowed.

"It’s here..."

"Just as Lu Xun predicted." In the reflection of the glass, another Sun Bumian also spoke in a deep voice. "Red Heart and the others must have already set off... I wonder what the final outcome will be."

"It’s a pity we still can't be of any help."

Sun Bumian shook his head helplessly.

Sun Bumian turned back to the table, his fingertips gently rubbing the blood-colored holy grail standing there, muttering to himself:

"I hope..."

"I hope everything goes well for them."

As his voice trailed off, Sun Bumian turned to leave.

Just then,

the blood-colored holy grail sitting quietly on the table gave a slight jolt.

"Hmm?"

As if hearing something, Sun Bumian suddenly turned his head to look at the grail on the table. He watched as the grail, which had never shown any reaction, began to vibrate at a high frequency, and a strange brilliance immediately appeared in his eyes.

……

Ancient Armament Treasury.

A touch of crimson spread silently among the dim clouds.

Beneath the giant sword, the phantoms of Armament Dao demigods from different eras seemed to perceive something simultaneously, their gazes snapping up toward the sky...

"Is that the meteor?"

"It’s back again??"

"This is bad... its trajectory this time seems to be heading straight for Earth."

The Armament Dao demigods of past generations saw the trajectory of the Red Star at a glance, and a tense atmosphere permeated the air.

"More than three hundred years ago, humanity was almost wiped out because of it..."

"This time, it’s actually back."

"Who else can stop it?"

"Damn it, if only I still had a physical body, I would definitely step into the starry sky and cut it down."

"That star is too special; even if we were still alive, we couldn't cause it much damage..."

"Unless..."

Everyone’s gaze turned toward the giant sword towering over the world.

At this moment, beneath the hilt of the sword, a figure in armor remained in the posture of touching the hilt... black ribbons fluttered in the wind, and he kept his eyes closed, standing as motionless as a statue.

He had maintained this posture for days without moving.

At the same time,

the killing-intent phantom behind him slowly opened its eyes.

This boy who had drifted out of Bai Qi’s body had been guarding here for several days. The other Armament Dao demigods had often used killing intent to block attacks, but he had intercepted them all...

"Are you ready?" Bai Qi, who had one hand pressed against the hilt like a statue, suddenly spoke.

"Yeah."

Jian Changsheng, formed by the killing-intent phantom, nodded slightly.

"Getting close to the Red Star might result in the destruction of your soul," Bai Qi said calmly. "Aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid?" Jian Changsheng smiled. "I am the Spade 6 of the Twilight Society... our biggest goal in the Twilight Society is to kill the Red Star. If I have a chance to cut it down, I should be excited."

"Besides..."

"I was supposed to be a dead man anyway. To have one last chance to strike a sword for humanity is my honor."

A hint of imperceptible appreciation flashed in Bai Qi’s eyes.

"Compared to the first time you broke into the Ancient Armament Treasury, you have indeed changed a lot."

"People, after all, always have to grow." Jian Changsheng shrugged. "After experiencing so many things, even a passerby should have a bit of a protagonist's shadow..."

In Jian Changsheng’s mind, the back of a red-clad opera actor flashed by, and a faint smile curled his lips.

Bai Qi didn't say anything more, his gaze slowly shifting to the many demigod phantoms around him.

He said calmly:

"Do you..."

"want to be cowards... or heroes?"

……

Gray World.

Ruoshui Domain Ruins.

A world of gray haze shrouded the ruins of the city. The once-bustling streets and towering buildings had been worn down by time and sand. The giant clock on the clock tower was frozen at a moment from many years ago—the final glory of the Ruoshui Domain.

At this moment, in the very center of the Ruoshui ruins, two tombstones stood silently.

—【Tomb of Wen Ruoshui】;

—【Tomb of Lou Yu】;

*Rustle.*

Two bouquets of white flowers were gently placed before the tombstones.

Seven figures stood silently around the tombstones, a touch of scarlet slowly spreading in the sky behind them.

"During the Great Cataclysm, you were always the one covering for us. I didn't expect that after so many years... we would still have to rely on you to cover for us." Ji Xuan looked at Wen Ruoshui’s tombstone and gave a bitter smile. "So many years... we really haven't made any progress at all."

"In this era, kind people are always the first to go," Yang Xiao said with a complex expression. "Whether it’s Ruoshui or Lou Yu... it’s the same for both."

Wen Ruoshui, naturally, went without saying. Although his presence wasn't strong on a daily basis, he was always a crucial existence among the Nine Monarchs. His gentleness and strength were admired by everyone.

Lou Yu and Wen Ruoshui were two extremes. His decisiveness and ruthlessness directly nipped in the bud everything that would affect the other eight monarchs, even if that factor was himself... In a sense, his heart was the firmest among the Nine Monarchs.

The two greatest of the Nine Monarchs had turned into two tombstones, and the remaining seven monarchs stood in this desolate ruin, their hearts filled with mixed emotions.

"They haven't left..." Lu Xun’s voice rang out from behind them.

"They have simply become the cornerstone for humanity’s final victory."

Lu Xun looked up at the red light dot approaching in the sky and said softly:

"We... will also become part of that cornerstone."

"Then let’s agree on this: whoever survives in the end will set up tombstones for the others." Qi Muyun loosened the black tie around his neck.

"And if we all die?"

"Director Chen will set them up for us."

Seven scientific lab coats fluttered in the ruins.

An empty city, two tombstones, seven white coats... Lu Xun, Yang Xiao, Su Zhiwei, Wu Tongyuan, Qi Muyun, Ji Xuan, and Chu Changqing turned simultaneously, their gazes fixed on the sky that was gradually being dyed scarlet, leaving only determination and calm in their eyes.

Lu Xun patted the surface of the tombstone as if patting an old friend’s shoulder, muttering:

"Wish us luck..."

The next moment,

seven white-clad figures soared into the air, turning into streams of light and disappearing into the end of the scarlet horizon.