Chapter 720: Eternal Sleep in the Dust

"Su Zhiwei, you cannot kill me," Lord Wuji said in a deep voice.

"Why?"

"If you kill me, the domain shielding the Wuji Realm will shrink by half. Although I sacrificed the residents of two districts, there are still at least 1.5 million active people in the outer city... If this avatar of mine dies, these 1.5 million people will also perish because of you."

Su Zhiwei sneered, "Knowing you can't escape, you want to use morality to restrain me?"

"I am merely stating facts," Lord Wuji said hoarsely. "I did ignite the realm war, but from the beginning of this war until now, we have killed a total of two million people... If you kill me now, the Wuji Realm will also suffer 1.5 million casualties. If that happens, how are you any different from me?

The only difference is that my killing is tangible, while yours is intangible."

Su Zhiwei's gaze grew cold. She raised the light-thorn in her hand and plunged it fiercely into Lord Wuji's chest!

Intangible ripples surged, and a fist-sized black hole was instantly torn open in Lord Wuji's chest. But there was no heart there; the current Lord Wuji had long since transcended the category of carbon-based life, and all lethal attacks were ineffective against him.

Lord Wuji watched this scene expressionlessly. Just as he was about to say something, the last light-thorn was driven directly into his mouth, piercing through his skull!

Bang—!

Su Zhiwei gripped the light-thorn with one hand, her white training suit fluttering in the gray world, her eyes as cold as frost.

All seven light-thorns had been driven into Lord Wuji's body, making him look like a hedgehog nailed to the ruins. Each thorn emitted a dazzling light, as if containing terrifying power.

"I cannot let you go, Lou Yu." Su Zhiwei's eyes seemed to see through Lord Wuji's thoughts.

"You are no longer that stubborn Dr. Lou who was obsessed with academics, and I am no longer the Su Zhiwei who knew nothing. Our time in the exploration team has become a thing of the past; now we are the Nine Lords, and we carry too much... I cannot let you return alive."

As her voice fell, the seven light-thorns piercing Lord Wuji's body grew scorching hot. Intangible ripples radiated from their cores, dissolving Lord Wuji's body into nothingness bit by bit!

Like seven fire-rods inserted into a snowman, Lord Wuji's indestructible body disappeared visibly under the influence of the "strings." Within a few short seconds, Lord Wuji had turned into a pool of silver liquid on the ground, with only half a skull not yet fully melted.

Lord Wuji stared at Su Zhiwei in terror, but because of the light-thorn in his mouth, he couldn't speak at all and could only express his anger with his eyes...

Eventually, even his eyes were melted by the ripples of the light-thorns.

When only the three Sage Stones between Lord Wuji's brows remained, Su Zhiwei pulled out the light-thorns and waved them away. She then bent down to pick up the three Sage Stones embedded in the last piece of silver flesh, her expression grave.

Lord Wuji's body had been obliterated by her, leaving only the soul residing within these three Sage Stones...

Su Zhiwei did not destroy these three Sage Stones, because if she did, the Wuji Realm would truly shrink by nearly half, and a million people would die as a result... With the Ruoshui Realm and the Aurora Realm completely wiped out, plus the nearly destroyed Red Dust Realm, three of the nine human realms were already gone. Humanity could no longer bear a heavier blow.

"Sleep forever in the dust," Su Zhiwei said faintly.

As she spoke, the three Sage Stones in her hand collapsed rapidly, tearing through several dimensions in the blink of an eye... From stones the size of a thumb's nail, they turned into grit-like dust, then shrank to a molecular level invisible to the naked eye, and finally collapsed into something even more infinitesimal than electrons.

They were sealed in the cracks of dimensions; in this world, no one but Su Zhiwei could retrieve them...

This part of Lord Wuji's soul would sleep forever in the microscopic world.

Such a dimension-tearing seal was no easy task for Su Zhiwei; her face was visibly pale, and her eyes were filled with exhaustion. But to eliminate Lord Wuji while preserving as much of humanity's hope as possible, this was the only way.

"Is it over..."

Lord Red Dust stood alone in the gray world, lost in silence.

Su Zhiwei did not know if the two World-Ending Calamities that had entered the wind tunnel would return. If they did, it would be fatal news for her; in her current state, she was certainly no match for a World-Ending threat... But she guessed they probably wouldn't return.

So, what next...

Su Zhiwei pursed her lips, gazed at the Red Dust flower fluttering in her hand, took a step, and vanished into it.

……

Creak—

The doors of the Jinghong Pavilion were pushed open with force by Kong Baosheng. The boy looked at the silent opera house before him, feeling as if a lifetime had passed.

Having hovered on the edge of death several times and escaped, he never thought he would ultimately survive... And the Jinghong Pavilion still stood upon the ruins of the Red Dust. It seemed its fate had long been intertwined with the boy's, waiting for the moment the door would be pushed open once again.

"It's all over... Grandma, everything is over."

Kong Baosheng smelled the scent of old wooden planks permeating the air, and his heart, which had been tightly coiled, finally relaxed completely.

Li Qingshan followed behind him, walking slowly into the opera house. He looked around, his expression somewhat complex...

"Mr. Li, do you think... will Sir come back?"

"I don't know... perhaps, perhaps not," Li Qingshan said after a moment of silence. "Brother Lin is no ordinary person. What he faces are endless dangers and challenges... Whether it's the Red Dust Realm or the Jinghong Pavilion, they may only be brief resting places on his path forward."

"And you, Mr. Li? Will you stay?"

"I... won't either," Li Qingshan took a deep breath. "Grandma is still in Liu Town, and I've been out running around for half a year. I think, no matter what, I should go back and accompany her in her twilight years... Once I have no more attachments in this world, perhaps I will travel through the various realms like Brother Lin, gathering the strengths of many, and strive to take a step further in the art of opera."

Kong Baosheng pursed his lips. After a long silence, he nodded heavily:

"Alright! Anyway, I'm not leaving. I'm going to stay here and carry on the legacy of the Jinghong Pavilion... I'll wait for you all to come back."

Li Qingshan looked deeply at the boy's back in the opera house, said nothing more, and just gave a soft "mm."

Outside the opera house.

Many members of the Twilight Society stood on the street, watching the refugees gradually emerging from the underground shelters under the guidance of police officers, their expressions varied.

"A realm war has emptied the foundations of two realms," Plum J said slowly. "Not to mention the Wuji Realm, the Red Dust Realm probably has no more than 300,000 survivors this time... It will likely take a long time to recover its vitality."

Bai Ye's hat brim lifted slightly. He scanned the scarred realm and said calmly:

"But humanity may not have that much time left..."

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Running around for half a month, I finally fell ill. Fever today, only one chapter~~ (Hands pressed together)