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Chapter 1732 Final Chapter: Across the Shore [77] "Love".

Chapter 1732 Final Chapter: The Shore Crossing [77]: "Love".

They were almost in despair, like travelers lost in the desert, surrounded by sand and wind, unsure of which way to go. If Su Ming'an hadn't appeared in time, and if Violet hadn't been nearly exhausted and unable to hold on, they probably would have been wiped out long ago.

With Su Ming'an's arrival, they had a pillar of support.

"Awooo—" Si Nian transformed into a bright red wolf, carrying the heavily injured Chen Yuhang, the radiant angel Violet who was holding up the shield, and the spirit Su Ming'an on his back. Under Su Ming'an's command, they ran wildly towards the direction of the Demon Mother Goddess.

Su Ming'an examined Chen Yuhang's injuries from the wolf's back. There was a noticeable dent in his side, as if it had been corroded, but no blood was flowing out. He was in a state of high fever and unconsciousness. Su Ming'an immediately drew his weapon.

……

Jiang Mengheshan's Priest's Staff (Red Tier): "Fish meet birds in flight, can morning glories fade at dusk?"

Attack power: 5~10

Durability: 10/10

Equipment Requirements: Healing-type professions, 50 or more Spirit points.

Active Skill (Healing Hand): After a one-second cast time, restores 50 + 2 * Spirit Points of Health to the selected player and dispels negative effects below Tier 4. Cooldown: 10 seconds. Mana Cost: 100.

……

"The Hand of Healing".

Su Ming'an chanted for a second, and in an instant, green light appeared, and Chen Yuhang's wounds healed.

However, Chen Yuhang remained unconscious, his brow furrowed. Clearly, it wasn't a matter of health points. Theoretically, Su Ming'an's skill should instantly restore anyone's health to full. However, in most cases, the deaths of those around him were unrelated to health points; health points were merely the most superficial quantitative representation.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"

Red Wolf raced along, navigating several dangerous turbulences and conceptual shocks. Under Su Ming'an's protection, he was finally about to reach the place where the Demon Mother Goddess slept.

“It’s been a long time. The Demon Mother Goddess may not be able to withstand the Eighth Seat’s invasion from the inside and may be controlled by Him.” Su Ming’an gripped the swaying wolf fur and stared into the darkness ahead.

"Then... what do we do? Cough cough cough!" Violet coughed violently as she lay on the wolf's back. The five of them had only made it this far thanks to her holding up the light shield. If Su Ming'an hadn't come to their rescue in time, she would have reached her limit and was even prepared to collapse and die.

"You focus on recovering, I'll think about it," Su Ming'an reassured her.

He deeply admired the five people who dared to move forward: Violet, Sinian, Chen Yuhang, Yang Changxu, and Joey. If he had arrived even a moment later, they would all have died here, lost and confused. If Lu Shen and Wang Xingkong hadn't relayed the message to him in time, they would have died too. If Violet had held on for even a few minutes less, they would have perished in this environment where normal life was impossible. Daring to reject readily available happiness and walk towards an abyss of near certain death… they were undoubtedly extremely brave.

“If He is controlled by the Eighth Seat, we need to prepare for battle. I still have a trump card. But once I use it, our chances of winning the final battle will be much lower…” Su Ming’an thought quickly.

The intensity of the battle was too high, and the cost of defeat was too great, putting him under unprecedented pressure, even compared to the Battle of Dawn.

Suddenly, he felt a soft hand. Violet, lying flat on the wolf's back, reached out and gently patted his shoulder.

“…When I first met you, you looked exhausted too.” Violet’s voice was soft, as if she were about to fall asleep at any moment. Her face was pale, as if drained of all her energy, but she smiled as she looked at him. “I won’t say anything like ‘if we can’t win the final battle, we’ll stop.’ I know you definitely want to win, and you can’t stand by and watch the enormous sacrifices that might result from stopping… I just want to say, relax, First Player. You’re down one card, but everyone else definitely has cards. Although their ten thousand cards might not be as good as your one, they will help you, and someone like me will help you too. Look, we’ve all come in to help you at all costs… So, don’t worry, we’ll stack our cards on top of each other. You’re down one card, but the others will give you ten thousand… Isn’t that the same as having neither more nor less?”

Su Ming'an was taken aback. Violet's words of comfort were always perfectly timed.

“We are born into this world as if we were on an island, even with our closest loved ones there will be distance, no one can truly empathize with us,” Violet said haltingly. “But that doesn’t mean contact and closeness are meaningless. Humans are social animals; if you walk alone for too long, even with a strong enough will, you will eventually feel cold… You’re trembling, did you notice? When you saw Chen Yuhang seriously injured, you were trembling all over, perhaps without even realizing it yourself. Thankfully…”

She gently patted his arm: "It's alright, I feel better now. Everyone feels relieved to see you and wants to entrust everything to you, but I hope you also feel relieved to see me."

……I'm shivering?

Su Ming'an noticed his trembling and immediately stopped it. How could a person wield a sword and face an enemy if he was trembling so much? The Gray Mist people, Heididoa, the dead ordinary people, Ailand… one after another, advised him not to go forward. The pressure on him was too great, unprecedented, even greater than the previous desperate situations. The most terrifying thing was not that he couldn't reach the end, but that he couldn't be sure if he could even reach it.

He came to meet Chen Yuhang and the others, intending to give them hope, but unexpectedly, Violet offered him warmth instead. Perhaps humans really are social creatures; it's strange. After the brief reassurance, he was indeed less nervous.

"Maybe the pressure is too much," Si Nian said as he ran. "Relax, kid, you're amazing."

“He lacks someone he can embrace openly.” Violet looked up. “I may not be that person either, but even if it’s just for a few seconds, Su Ming’an, please close your eyes and rest for a while.”

Su Ming'an closed his eyes.

A hand grasped his hand and held it there, motionless.

A warm glow fell on his forehead, and the red wolf, hurtling forward, supported the light shield, like a tiny spark running through dark water. Above him was a vast sea of ​​stars, bizarre and fantastical scenes, creatures beyond reason, and a chaotic stream of consciousness... The red light moved, like flames rushing through a deep, dark forest.

It's like sinking into a peaceful, stable, and vague dream core, reminiscent of the comforting feeling of floating in a warm basin of water as a child.

The wind howled softly in his ears, and Su Ming'an seemed to hear a voice whispering in his ear.

"My child...my child...I love you so much...I miss you so much..."

It's this voice again.

Since he returned to the past, this call has been heard more than once, sometimes soft and gentle, sometimes affectionate, sometimes tender, sometimes sorrowful. It must be Lin Wang'an's doing. Hadn't she already let go? Why resort to such a pointless method? And how did she let him hear it?

He opened his eyes and looked straight ahead.

"...Have you rested well?" Violet held his hand tightly.

Although it was only a few seconds of closing my eyes, it was a precious rest.

"Thank you." Su Ming'an took a deep breath and let go.

Violet's rest was necessary; it was a short intermission. His nerves had been stretched taut for far too long, thirteen rounds of games one after another, leaving his brain exhausted to the point of almost melting. He was about to face the big boss, the Radiant Mother, and then the ultimate boss, the Lord of Dreams—he was breathless.

Even though it only lasts a few seconds, a handshake and a few words of comfort are enough to bring a person who is about to drown to the surface.

He asked for very little, nothing more. A tiny glimmer of light was enough to sustain him through a long night that most people could hardly endure. A tiny, insignificant flame was enough to burn for a long time.

"Si Nian, are you alright?" The next moment, Su Ming'an asked with concern about Si Nian, who was running. As an ordinary person, it was a miracle that Si Nian could get here. This veteran had now become a representative figure in the eyes of ordinary people in the entire Rovasa. But Si Nian's condition was obviously not right. He had been very depressed after exchanging the items.

“I’m fine,” Si Nian said hoarsely. “I’m not a young man anymore, I’m not as impulsive as a young person… Don’t worry about me.”

"You didn't choose to return to Rovasa to revive Chuntang?"

“I’ve said it before, in such a dark world… even if we, who are insignificant, survive, we will continue to suffer,” Si Nian said. “Only if you win can I live in the sunlight with her without worry. So, I finally decided to come with Chen Yuhang. He’s so bold, I can’t be a coward.”

"Thank you. After everything is over, if you and Chuntang are to get married, I can be your witness," Su Ming'an said.

Violet suddenly said, "Don't you think this sounds like setting a flag? Like, 'I'll go back and get married after this war is over...'"

“A reverse flag.” Su Ming’an had expected this; the flag was deliberately planted. “Old-fashioned flags are no longer popular in Rovasa.”

Si Nian laughed heartily: "That's right! I refuse to believe in that nonsense! We'll throw a big banquet and invite all the surviving brothers to drink to their hearts' content! Chun Tang is a first-rate brewer; she buried several jars of pear blossom wine underground, saying she'll dig them up when things are peaceful..."

The four people marched forward in the vast and boundless universe, like generals and soldiers about to step onto the battlefield.

The pitch-black area drew closer, and the sound gradually faded away.

Just as the massive, nebula-like outline almost filled the entire field of vision—

Su Ming'an suddenly spoke again, his voice very soft:

“Sin Nian”.

"Ok?"

"Wait for me to go have a drink," Su Ming'an said, his gaze fixed on the countless chaotic and evil eyes that were gradually opening in the darkness ahead. "I'll be your and Chuntang's witness at your wedding."

If this promise is fulfilled, it means everything is going smoothly.

—The red wolf, carrying the three of them, plunged headlong into the Nine Netherworld.

Within the pitch-black and gloomy realm, it was as if a layer of dark paint had been applied, giving it an eerie and ominous feel.

Su Ming'an's palm condensed with devouring power, ready to unleash it and prepare for an all-out battle. He was the first to leap off the wolf's back and charge forward, standing in front of the group, his tendrils spreading out from his back...

However, what he saw before him horrified him.

—Even though she failed to secure the eighth seat, Isabelle did not lose herself.

Gray mist drifted before her eyes, and the overwhelming, indescribable husk of the Mother Goddess vanished, replaced by a human form. Isabel lay in the arms of a human, her body covered by a thin layer of clothing, with three pairs of shadowy wings on her back.

A man in a white coat gently held Him, letting Him rest His head on His knees, his movements extremely tender, his palms patting softly, as if soothing a patient trapped in a nightmare.

Tiny humans, clad in white coats, soothe an ancient god symbolizing evil and madness in the boundless void. The scene appears both sacred and eerie.

—This is the Yi Song.

Although Su Ming'an knew about their pure love story, he never expected that they would meet again. After all, the difference in their lives was too great, and the feelings between them were not love, but a kind of connection that was difficult for normal people to understand and needed to be censored.

With his soothing words, Isabelle actually showed signs of calming down. For a human to be able to calm a deity and resist a higher-dimensional invasion… it was simply unbelievable. It either meant that Yi Song's healing skills were incredibly advanced, or that Isabelle truly treated him very differently.

"Su Ming'an?" Noticing the movement, Yi Song looked up, made a shushing gesture with his finger, and slightly raised his peach blossom eyes. "I am treating my patient."

"Dr. Yi, you are truly amazing." Su Ming'an was genuinely impressed. In every sense, Yi Song's actions were truly remarkable.

“I have plenty of patience with my patients.” Yi Song straightened his slightly messy gray-blue hair, paying great attention to his appearance. “I learned from the comments that Isabelle was about to be invaded by the Eighth Seat, so I rushed over. My patient… must not be harmed.”

"Yi Song, how did you get here?" Violet asked, somewhat confused. They and the others had participated in the Origin Point Trial, but Yi Song didn't seem to be among them. How did Yi Song get in?

"I killed myself." Yi Song uttered the answer casually.

In an instant, everyone was stunned.

Si Nian looked over in shock, Violet's eyes widened, and even Su Ming'an was stunned for a moment.

Like those followers of the Radiant Mother Goddess who abandoned their physical bodies and jumped into the sea, Yi Song did the same thing—he abandoned his physical body, transformed into a soul, and came through the contract of resonating with the Demon Mother Goddess. Only this method can circumvent the exclusivity of the Source Point; as long as he is alive, he cannot enter; he must die to enter.

To treat a patient, a doctor killed himself, just to get to the patient's side...

"You love Him?" Si Nian blurted out, the answer unmistakable. How could a human being risk their life to come to the side of a deity if it weren't for deep love? He believed that only love could make someone disregard life and death, just like his feelings for Chun Tang.