Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

Chapter 673 Becoming the Light that Pierces the Eternal Night

When the silver moon occupied the sky for more than twenty-three hours, Tethys ushered in the darkest doomsday predicted.

The ominous sign surged into a tide under the silver moon, and countless souls devoured by terror were born.

In the distant past of Tethys, it is said that before the gods came, the planet was also a desolate place, and the gods brought new life and three moons to the earth.

The prosperous golden moon, the blazing blue moon, the cold silver moon.

The three moons rotate alternately, providing continuous light for Tethys, bringing life to the earth even though there is no sun.

But since when, the appearance time of the golden moon has become smaller and smaller, until it only appears a few times a year.

Under the guidance of the gods, the saint came down from the steps of heaven, riding on a unicorn.

Bring the blessing of the golden moon to the people of Tethys.

But at the same time, the Holy City also received a prophecy from God that when fear completely engulfs the earth, the last blue moon will disappear completely like the golden moon.

Only the final silver moon remains, representing the arrival of the final moment of the end.

Transparent crystals condensed on the branches of the trees, and the streams stopped flowing and turned into mirror-like dead water, as if the whole world had come to a standstill.

"An Ming."

The saint stood by the window, quietly gazing at the distant horizon, which was being swallowed up by the silver tide.

"Do you know why the gods gave Tethys three moons?"

There are only seven days left before the ceremony begins.

There are very few guards or priests to be seen in the holy city, and almost all the personnel have been sent to the town to provide the final defense.

"..."

An Ming just stared at the saint. He didn't need to know why the person behind the mask was him. It was enough for him to know what he should do.

His gaze passed past the saint and looked towards the silver waves surging at the end of the horizon, which was like a death sentence pronounced in advance - everyone would know their own death, but would not have any chance to escape.

It was like a slow avalanche, completely swallowing up everything in its path inch by inch.

The saint's voice seemed to come from a farther place, with a calmness that was almost like relief.

"The golden moon represents the gift of God, all the beauty and happiness in the world, the first cry of a baby, the touching fingertips of lovers, and the never-fading dawn sung in hymns."

"Blue Moon is the epic of mortals, the greatness in the ordinary, the simple happiness in the ordinary, and the paradoxical combination of sadness and pain... It is all of us."

“The Silver Moon is the wail of the desperate, the prayer of the fearful, and the madness of the destroyer... It carries everything, and it also bears everything.”

“It embraces everything and devours everything.”

"When there is no hope for Tethys, there will be no more golden moons."

"The Saint is the last hope of Thethys, the last unextinguished starlight in this world."

The saint calmly told the truth of the distant past, the truth that originated from the birth of the Golden Moon.

An Ming quickly thought of the Silver Moon. Since fear gave rise to bad omens, then... it was hope that brought about the Golden Moon of blessings.

The existence of the Saint is the only hope that the people of Tethys believe in. This is the case every five years. Every five years, the Saint will climb the steps of the sky, whose end no one knows, to bring salvation and hope to Tethys.

For thousands of years or even longer, the people of Tethys placed all their faith in the saint, and were forced to carry the expectations of the entire world with her frail back.

The disappearance of the saint is a ritual, and the disappearance of the saint becomes the only salvation for this desperate world.

"Hope...should not be given by anyone," An Ming finally spoke. His eyes were still calm, but there was an unextinguished fire in the depths of his pupils.

His voice was very soft, but it was like a heavy hammer hitting the silent temple.

Hope is always here.

"It seems that you have made your decision."

The saint behind the silver mask looked at An Ming deeply. He looked at An Ming with a gaze that penetrated time as if he saw himself countless times ago.

So the last words between the two were spoken.

"Before stopping..."

"Don't let yourself have any regrets."

Maybe the world will be destroyed, maybe the final ending will not be so good, maybe the trajectory of fate has never been what we wanted.

But at least I am not ashamed of myself.

It is enough to be true to the original intention when I met her.

Hope never really leaves.

It just takes someone brave enough to--

At the end of the abyss of despair, it still stubbornly burns itself, becoming a flame that penetrates the eternal night.

The saint's body gradually dissipated and turned into an ancient moonlight that fell into An Ming's palm, pulsating with the original golden glow of Tethys.

Only the silver mask fell to the ground, making a clear sound like falling stars in the silence.

Looking at the increasingly turbulent silver tide, An Ming just lowered his head and smiled slightly.

"It's time to go home."

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Wooden house.

I don’t know when, but this originally simple and even shabby suburban wooden house is no longer a so-called temporary base, but a place that can truly be called "home".

At first, the wooden house was just a temporary residence assigned to him by the Holy City. We could even learn from Aini that it was supposed to be a corner for disaster victims, beggars or vagrants to temporarily stay, a temporary outpost that could barely shelter from the wind and rain.

Even if we eat and rest in the wooden house, it is only for the purpose of survival and maintaining the most basic physical needs, nothing more.

At that time, An Ming returned to the wooden cabin just to have a place to rest. Once he rested, he would immediately plunge into exploration. He never gave himself even a minute to relax, as if resting for one more second was a luxury.

For him, the wooden house was just a transit station, not a home.

But ever since he saw Annie in the vegetable garden outside the window, his bulging cheeks and eyes lit up like stars when he saw the girl wolfing down the food he cooked.

It was then that An Ming began to understand that the so-called home is never a room consisting of four walls, but a place where there is someone willing to wait for you and eat the meals you cook.

After a tiring day, when I return home, I can still smile and say to the people in the house: "I'm back."

And there will be people who will smile gently and say: "Welcome home, Anming~"

Since some time ago, the leaky wooden house was no longer cold, and the creaky floors were replaced by the two of them while playing. Annie wiped the dust off the windowsills and corners, and placed a pot of small wild flowers from the roadside.

An Ming gently pushed open the door and saw Annie, who was sitting in front of the dining table with her chin in her hand and swinging her long legs boredly. The moment she heard the door open, she turned her head sharply, with the ends of her hair rising in a silver arc.

Those beautiful eyes were like stars that suddenly lit up in the night sky, and the smile that unconsciously rose at the corners of her lips was brighter than the sunset.

"you are back."

An Ming stood outside the door, a warm feeling spreading through his heart, and he smiled and replied, "I'm back."