novellk Chapter 1658 Final Chapter: Crossing the Shore [2] "You're awake? Let's go."
Chapter 1658 Final Chapter: Crossing the Shore [2] "You're awake? Let's go."
Chapter 1658 Final Chapter - Crossing the Shore [2] - "You're awake? Let's go."
Everything is a book
Chapter 1: Planetary Migration
Chapter Two: The Dark Age
Chapter Three: The Creation of Ignorance
Chapter Four: Golden Ears of Wheat
Chapter 5: The Turritopsis dohrnii and the Sunfish
Chapter Six: The War of Independence
Chapter Seven: The Day the Gods Fell From Grace
Chapter Eight: The War of Eden
Chapter Nine: The Golden Age of the Gods
Chapter Ten: Beneath the World Tree
Chapter Eleven: The Dream of Blackwater
Chapter Twelve: A Dream-Weaving Elegy
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Your card team composition is: Su Jingtang (0-star, Knight), Su Qing (6-star, Bard), Hui Zi (0-star, Burst), Qi Zhou (0-star, Knight), Su Ming'an (Main Character)
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[Your current Oliver abilities: Everything as a Book (in use), Activating the Memory Lens (in use)]
Your Creator Level: B
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[Story Title: Global Transmigration: The Infinite World Tree Evolution Starting with a Confined Prince]
[Creator: Su Ming'an]
Overall rating: 83
[Story Genre: Game Fantasy, Multiverse, Post-Apocalyptic, Twist, Western Fantasy, Thrilling Read]
[Important supporting characters: Si Que, Katanis, World Tree, Hui Bai, Bai Qiu, Su Liujin, Qian Qin, Boris, Xiao Na, Lingzhi Mengshi, Wu Yi, Xinghuo, Su Mianbao...]
[Protagonist's Character: On the surface, he is an ordinary student, but in reality, he is the god of the lighthouse, the ancient god Arthastor, the guide of the ancients, the torchbearer of the wasteland, the lord of dawn 102 years ago, and the god of the cloud city of Playa 10,000 years later...]
[Popularity Ranking: #1]
[Number of clicks: 436242786432]
World Tree's evaluation: "..."
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What worries Su Ming'an the most is that the hidden routes have not yet appeared. In the first ten dungeons, hidden routes often appear in the later stages, such as "The Day the Flowers Bloom," "All Things Reborn," and "I Seal Them." However, so far, there are still only the original nine True Ending routes.
"What are you thinking about?" Su Lin jumped back onto the windowsill. "I said I was going to find the [keys], and now I've found two."
"Hmm?" Su Ming'an snapped out of his thoughts.
“One is Su Qi, who was adopted by a man in black robes and is currently in Experimental City. The other is hope Li, who is in the Royal Palace, as you have already met.”
"Su Qi is next door, right?" Su Ming'an tilted his head; they were currently in Experimental City.
"Yes, let's get started."
"Wait a minute." Su Ming'an raised his hand. "The mysterious man in black robes who was with Su Qi has been missing. I suspect there's something wrong. Let's bring Su Qi along and see what happens."
"Where are you going?"
"The final battle between Phoenix and Qianqin," Su Ming'an said.
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May 31, 2026, dusk.
Rovasa, beneath the World Tree.
The unusual colors of the sky filled the common people with fear. Everywhere, one could see ordinary people wandering, having left the land they depended on for survival, going wherever they could find refuge. Their straw sandals were worn out, their sleeves torn, and their withered hair fluttered in the scorching wind. Every face bore a furrowed brow and a sorrowful expression.
At the heart of the gathering crowd is a towering tree.
Its vast shade spans the entire world, its roots spread across the entire planet, as if its shadow can be seen in the sky from anywhere. Whenever natural disasters strike, people habitually seek shelter, and the World Tree is always the direction they trust most.
The refugees surged in the same direction like a tide, like swarms of ants gradually gathering. The noise gradually grew louder, and crystal mushrooms, which were companion fungi to the trees, crawled everywhere. Their bright and transparent branches and leaves spread out, and a pale and huge tree came into view.
Thousands of people have gathered here, setting up tents and lighting campfires, forming small, tribal clusters. Strange-looking people, some with horns, some with red skin, some with fish tails, some covered in scales, sit scattered about, rubbing their frozen, red hands, their faces bearing a similar fear.
Where will I be tomorrow? And what will happen?
The great figures above the sky compete for attention, but where will their frozen, bare feet go?
When will it finally be their turn for a future? And the future of the majority?
Beneath the silent confusion, the spotlight still belongs to a very small number of people.
The colossal tree, its branches and leaves so dense they blot out the sky, stretches across the horizon, its boundaries invisible to the naked eye. Its drooping branches resemble countless willow catkins.
Two figures faced off in the air, with the vast, boundless blue crystal tree trunks as a backdrop.
A person with flowing golden hair, covered in wings, had their robes formed from the melting gold of the blazing sun.
A man with long, black hair, clad in armor and wielding a weapon, his tall figure covered in silver armor.
Each of them led a small team, consisting of half-demons, celestials, abyssal beasts, rainbow unicorns, magma races... all of which were high-level races.
— Phoenix, Qianqin.
They were enveloped in white and pink light, respectively, their power derived from God Lu and Pudding.
The crowd was large, including onlookers, refugees, and members of the "Nest" forces. This place was a strategic location, and many people were also there, intending to seize the [Key] once it was created.
Ward led a group of players mingling in the crowd; they were dressed in rags, as if they were truly a group of refugees seeking refuge.
Beiwang's strength has made a breakthrough. With Beiwang's help, a group of powerful players left the normal timeline and bravely went to this dangerous "fan fiction" event, keenly sensing that something big was about to happen.
"Is Su Ming'an here?" Wang Li looked around in the crowd.
“He’s at the succession ceremony, on another stage,” Ward said hoarsely.
Beatrice covered her face, quite regretfully: "Su Ming'an isn't here... I came here for him."
“Be serious, we’re not here to watch the show,” said a short, thin, brown-haired man named Reginald, a South African. “Su Ming’an can’t be in two places at once; he can’t be there for both at the same time.”
To his surprise, Su Ming'an really did "split" himself, opening two accounts. One account was that of an ordinary person, Chen Yuhang, and the other account was that of Su Wenli, the orphaned son of the World Lord.
“I saw Eli.” Wang Chaoze, the “pig dancer” holding a greatsword and chewing on a blade of grass, said, “This guy is still hiding in a dark corner as always.”
"The Holy Cross is also present."
"And Liz is such a beautiful woman, she's gorgeous!" Some people were staring at her, their eyes practically glued to her.
On the other side, an elegant blonde woman tossed and turned the cards in her hand, her lipstick as red as blood, and a dagger with a bluish-green tip was worn at her waist.
Behind her were a pair of transparent twins, the older sister blind in her left eye and the younger sister blind in her right eye, holding each other's hands intimately.
At the very back was a tall woman with fish scales on her cheeks, wielding a giant axe that was twice her height, creating a stark contrast with her slender figure.
The renowned assassin squad "Black Cards"—including the assassin Liz, the space-manipulating Eve and Edith, and the guardian Coral—always appears and disappears unpredictably, striking from the shadows.
Besides them, there was a group of renowned top players... the gentleman Allen wielding a rapier, the strategist Jiang Deng, and the disguise-oriented Cindy dressed like Cinderella. Their arrival was like a fresh influx of new energy, but the protagonist on the stage never appeared.
As a large number of players flooded in, the flow of time gradually returned to normal, and the live stream was instantly packed with viewers:
[Holy crap! What's going on?]
They've merged! ? ?
[Aren't you worried about information being leaked by the comments now?]
Who has such powerful backing? Is Su Ming'an really the organizer's favorite son?
When Ward saw these lines of comments, he was taken aback and immediately asked, "What happened?"
The comments flooded the screen at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, numbering in the thousands per second. Unless you were a top player, you couldn't possibly read these densely packed words. Through the comments, Ward and the others learned an extremely shocking piece of news—
All live streams have been merged into one!
There is no longer a "Su Ming'an's Live Stream Room" or a "Yamada Machiichi's Live Stream Room"... they have all been merged into one "All Humanity's Live Stream Room"!
The surge in comments confirmed this. Hua De was a renowned top player, but his popularity was significantly lower than Su Ming'an's. Previously, his live stream only had a few hundred thousand viewers, but now there were a whopping six or seven hundred million people crammed into it. If the live stream hadn't been split into thousands of streams, and only one of them was currently being displayed, it would be impossible to see a single word.
"What happened that led to the merger?" Ward frowned. There must have been some historic event that caused this result.
"Did Su Ming'an do something?"
People were completely confused.
"Wait a minute, all the viewers can only watch the same live stream now, so who will the camera be focused on?" Wang Chaoze scratched his head and asked a really stupid question.
The comments section immediately responded to him:
[The "pig dancer" truly lives up to his name; who are we watching right now?]
[Holy crap, please stop mentioning this nickname! I can't take it anymore. Can anyone cure my habit of laughing every time I see it?]
Please, have some basic respect! Wang Chaoze is far superior to you bunch of useless trash.
I want to see Su Ming'an, not these other people!!!
[The perspective will likely change later, like a camera cutting back and forth.]
Hmm... Gentlemen, don't you think this situation easily leads to certain associations?
[Narrative Anchor Point...]
Whoever the anchor point falls on becomes the subject of observation.
Oh no, I've become the observer.
Oh no, I've become an eye!
[How dare you! What's wrong with Ming'an-ge? Why won't you let us see it? Let me see!]
[Who was it that guessed before? That Su Ming'an was actually a human formed from the game world? Now, at this crucial moment, he decisively used his authority to unify all the live streams, attempting to deceive our observation and make him undetectable.]
[So Su Ming'an is the real power behind the world game! What a disgrace! Xiao Na is only fit to serve him tea and water! Even Boss Rabbit is only fit to carry his shoes!]
Anyone who tells ghost stories again will be kicked out.
Upon closer reflection, "live streaming" is very much like a "narrative anchor," and we are very much like "them." But it's only a resemblance; "they" are clearly on a higher level than us.
Why do so many well-known players seem to be absent from World Tree? Anthony, Aiden, Derrick, Eleven, Lin Jiang… where have they all gone?
Do you think Yueyue was behind the merged livestream rooms?
[Yueyue doesn't have that much authority, does she? Aren't the organizers just puppets?]
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Previously, the live stream had a strict bullet screen blocking mechanism. But now, everyone is in the same live stream, and any adventurer can see these bullet screen comments.
For the players being streamed live, there are advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that they will be seen by the entire world; the disadvantage is that their every move will be exposed to the eyes of adventurous players. The rules of the world game are no longer monolithic. Who is pulling the strings behind the scenes?
"Could it be that our collective rewind triggered the merge of the live streams?" Hua De looked around. "By the way, Cen Xiu, where's your captain?"
His small eyes scanned the area and discovered that Anthony, the captain of "Cross Judgment," was absent! Not only that, but many well-known top-ranked players were also missing! How could they be absent from such a crucial battle?
"The captain has gone to do something important." Summoner Cen Xiu smiled mysteriously.
"Oh? So many top-ranked players are all doing the same important thing?" Ward asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Shh...it's a secret." Cen Xiu held up one finger.
“Everyone’s looking at us now, uh…” The chubby girl Penelope immediately covered her mouth, feeling so nervous she felt like vomiting.
Holles, a young man with medium-length curly hair who looked like a wizard, immediately tidied his hair. Cen Xiu tugged at her collar, and even Sean, who was always cold-faced, adjusted his goggles. Everyone was very concerned about their image.
"Is that Ashley?" Suddenly, She-Ra, the singer with a beauty mark under her eye, looked up at the sky.
In the sky, Phoenix, the "Phoenix," carries a frail, disabled, white-haired figure in his hands. She is wearing a dress, her head is bowed, and her legs are dangling in the air.
“That’s… Ashley, she’s a member of the Rin clan in this fanfiction,” Ward said in a hoarse voice.
“Su Ming’an’s goal is to kill three members of the Lin Clan to obtain the [Key], right? Should we strike first and kill her?” Xi Rui said.
"That's Ashley! Don't you recognize her? She's a well-known figure around Su Ming'an, and she's also known as White Hair! How can we kill White Hair, who's close to Su Ming'an?" Wang Chaoze exclaimed loudly.
“I know, so what?” Xi Rui remained calm, seemingly unmoved. “He won’t be soft on anyone who is Su Ming’an’s target. This time, she’s become his obstacle, and her fate is nothing more than death. Whether she’s a friend or not, what difference does it make? Will he give up on getting the [key]? Even if she’s his friend, he’ll just say a few nice words and then take action. We might as well strike first and avoid a long and painful ordeal.”
She-Ra's words caused everyone to gasp in astonishment. This was all happening under the watchful eyes of the entire world; wasn't she afraid of triggering a reaction from the live chat?
“You can’t say that! Su Ming’an is serious about his friends, not some kind of mission tool!” Penelope said, mustering her courage.
"Hehe." Xirui chuckled lightly, "If he can't pass the game without killing her, wouldn't he kill her? I have no problem with him, I'm just stating the facts."
“You, you…” Penelope blushed, momentarily at a loss for words, and stamped her foot angrily, “In short, he’s definitely not what you’re saying!”
When it comes to Su Ming'an, there always seems to be endless arguments, even about the color of the clothes he wore today.
But many players remained silent on this topic. Indeed, many people don't understand why Su Ming'an, who could easily have taken the small world and run away, hasn't left.
As Si Que had previously arranged, Su Ming'an led the Zhai Xingren to the small world, and Si Que led the Luowasha people to the Garden of Eden. Wouldn't it be better if they each went their separate ways?
Happiness is all that matters. Pursuing some distant concept of "enlightened beings" will only lead to many deaths. Humanity's level of existence is already quite low; we've never even been able to leave our solar system. What's the point of pursuing some ultimate cosmic truth? That's taking too big a step. Can we really succeed? If we fail, who will bear the blame?
Penelope whispered, "You can't just dismantle the ship and shut yourself in just because someone is bound to die on a voyage... Without him, we wouldn't even have a way to escape from the small world..."
She pursed her lips and remained silent; she truly had no right to defend the victims.
"Shh!"
Above the sky, Phoenix, the golden-haired "Phoenix," flickered his sword tip and suddenly thrust it toward Ashley!
Ward immediately spread his five fingers, ready to strike first and kill Ashley without hesitation—if Phoenix killed Ashley, then the [Key] would fall into Phoenix's hands! No matter what kind of person Ashley was, in the eyes of most players, she was now merely the embodiment of the [Key], a necessary element for the first player's victory.
"Clang—!" A sound of metal clashing.
The blade was deflected, and a silver sword tip blocked Phoenix's blade.
The female knight, clad in silver armor, stared coldly, her black hair flying wildly like the flapping of an eagle's wings.
"—Phoenix, stop! Take your people and go back!" Qianqin pointed her sword forward, glaring at the blond youth. "Killing a defenseless girl for some key? This is not chivalrous behavior!"
The proud phoenix flapped its six wings, its long feathers billowing, its red robes fluttering, radiant as a god. It glanced coldly at Qianqin: "Qianqin, these ignorant, low-dimensional beings may not understand, but you and I both know this is merely an absurd fan fiction, a toy in Klitschko's hands, a flawed timeline that has somehow managed to overwrite the correct history. Only when all this comes to an end can the final judgment be made. What's wrong with me killing her? She was born the [Key], her life was meant to be killed. The Demon King's gate needs a key from a treasure chest to open, and she simply happens to be that treasure chest."
The sword tip flicked at Ashley's white hair; the girl's eyes were lifeless, as if none of this mattered to her.
Qianqin shook her head and said coldly, "If freedom can only be gained by killing so many innocent people, I would rather let the Radiant Mother Goddess's toy box continue, even if such happiness is absurd!"
Beneath the helmet, her eyes were filled with determination.
“Happiness?” Phoenix couldn’t help but burst into laughter, a bitter and sarcastic laugh. “Even you yourself said it’s absurd happiness!!!”
Qianqin raised the tip of her sword, her voice firm:
"If lifting the lid to peek at the truth means pain and sorrow, then most people would hope that such sorrow will not come—after all, only a few people can step out of the box!"
She shook her head in anguish:
"Are the people outside the box villains? To what extent can humans be considered to possess free will?"
"Proud royal blood bird, look at your feet! These far outnumber your eyes, these frostbitten paws, these innocent ordinary people! From birth, they have been shaped by their surroundings, acting according to the rules! Including you and me, only our environments are larger and more macroscopic. If they are numb actors on a stage, how much less empty are we than them?"
"Can betraying one's own origins, trying to tear open all the lids and climb out of the box, truly allow one to sail far away?"
"Once we obtain the [Key] and the [Holy Sword], we will declare war on the Radiant Mother Goddess and end this fairy tale called 'Fanfiction.' Perhaps what awaits us is not the vast starry sky, but a void that can devour us."
"Perhaps the end beyond the box is nothing..."
Qianqin gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.
"It's better to be like this now, as long as you can breathe and your heart is still beating, most people have already reached the limit of their lives."
"You and I have come into contact with a higher dimension, and you know that there are boxes beyond boxes, but the price of opening those boxes... most people probably can't bear it...!"
"When you pursue the truth, have you ever considered whether these people are willing to accept your 'imperfect' 'freedom'?"
Their rebuttal resounded through the sky.
The creatures that followed them remained silent.
The creatures on the ground looked up and gazed at them as if they were gods.
Phoenix's laughter echoed in the air, his eyes holding a proud freedom, as if all things in the world were but fleeting clouds.
"I'm sorry, I understand what you're saying."
"Knight of the Mountain, your heart is as soft as a cloud. Like the 'magical girl' behind you, you cherish every tender blade of grass and are willing to give them the chance to fulfill their wishes. But have you ever thought that if we maintain the status quo and only satisfy the wishes of mediocre people, when will geniuses ever be able to rise to the top?"
"The person behind me, 'God Lü,' has never believed in the inherent goodness of humanity. And your firm belief in the potential of good intentions—that it should empower rather than replace, dredge rather than block—is an absurd mistake!"
"Humans are shaped, and so are we. But that's precisely why maintaining the status quo is cruel. You think you're protecting them from extinction? No, you're just prolonging their sentence as puppets."
A few strands of white hair on the tip of his sword fluttered slightly, like burning blue flames.
“Knight who speaks of benevolence in name only, you say the cost of lifting the lid is too high. But you use the majority as your justification to stifle the opportunities of the minority. That is injustice. You define what their rightful happiness is in the name of mercy.”
Faced with the questioning of the Royal Blood Bird, the knight's blade whistled in the wind as she retorted loudly: "Is it nobler to step into nothingness with a clear mind than to live in a warm lie? Isn't the freedom you pursue a kind of arrogance? You assume that everyone yearns for a burning truth, but for many, stable joys and sorrows, and ordinary desires, are the entire meaning of their world! What gives you the right to choose nirvana for them?"
Facing the knight's questioning, the phoenix's eyes blazed with fire as he burst into laughter: "I'm going to tear open a possibility! I admit, the end of the road may be emptiness, there may be nothing outside the box, but to be deprived even of the right to reach the end—to be prejudicially deemed unworthy of the chance to verify nothingness—that is true despair! I killed this white-haired girl from the Rin clan not because I'm bloodthirsty, but because she is the 'key'; and the 'key's' existence is the most absurd proof of this cage!"
He raised his eyes and sneered, "If it's not a cage, why would there be a key?!"
Qianqin remained unmoved: "In the end—you're just using high-sounding words to cover up your crimes—you just want to kill an innocent girl with your sword! You just want to drive a group of brainwashed believers to give their lives to the World Tree!"
The believers on earth are walking toward the World Tree with their palms clasped together.
This is a sacrifice. To maintain the life of the World Tree, a group of people are sacrificed every so often. They are told that this is the holy path to heaven, so that they willingly go to their deaths.
A dying girl in the sky awaits the arrival of a sharp blade.
As the noblest race, the daughter of the World Tree, and the ones who resisted the world's crises in every generation, the once-noble Rin tribe has been reduced to a stepping stone of fate. No one cares about the sacrifices and glories of their ancestors Ashley, nor do they believe in her potential and future. They treat her as a lamb to the slaughter, a treasure chest with a key.
The blond youth was laughing wildly.
His laughter was utterly arrogant, his words as sharp as tempered steel:
“I never deny my crimes. But even a farmer, the moment he realizes he’s not just a ‘farmer in a story,’ has already taken the first step. You pity the grass—but what if the grass’s wishes were written by a ‘magical girl’ or a ‘Radiant Mother’? Whose wish are you fulfilling?”
"It's not that I don't understand the fears of the weak; I simply refuse to accept that fear as truth. If freedom is destined to be accompanied by pain and risk, then I would rather choose real thorns than delicate artificial flowers. As for whether they are willing to accept it—"
He spread his six wings, and flames shot into the sky, illuminating the countless numb faces below him as they looked up.
Cold, blue eyes, like a thousand-year-old, frigid river:
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"—Let me, the 'villain' Phoenix, open this door for them, a door they are unwilling to face but must."
"Whether it's golden or pale."
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Phoenix raised his sword and thrust it toward Ashley's neck!
Amidst gasps of alarm, the rebellious and arrogant Phoenix unleashed its sword of rebellion against the unapproachable God-given race of the world!
This is a mortal raising his sword against a race bestowed by the gods.
This is the Phoenix raising its sword against the Rin clan.
This is Phoenix raising his sword against Chiharu.
This is "freedom" wielding its sword against "perfection".
It is also a contest of ideals between the people behind them—the swords raised by Lu Shen and Pudding, the inheritors of the Blackwater Dream.
Everyone held their breath, the tension reaching its peak. In that critical moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the clashing blades of the two men—
"Cat charge!!!" A voice suddenly rang out, instantly breaking the tense atmosphere.
The next moment, Phoenix's sword tip suddenly grew cat fur, even sprouting a pair of cat ears and a pair of black cat eyes! This incredibly terrifying scene stunned Phoenix, as if he had witnessed the uncanny valley effect. Then, with a "meow," the blade stomped hard on his cheek, and he jumped down, landing in someone's arms.
A hand adorned with black nail polish stroked the cat's body, and the cat purred softly.
—The purple-haired youth wearing a beret and a flamboyant blood-red robe, his golden eyes like the setting sun, his shoulders and sleeves adorned with delicate lace, and his spiritual radiance swirling around him like fireflies, he descended upon the world as if carrying the light of stars.
In an instant, Phoenix's golden fur bristled, as if he had encountered a predator at the top of the food chain; thorns sprouted all over his body, transforming him completely from his previous state. He roared furiously:
"—Si Que Oliver!!!!"
Is this person still alive?
How can this person still be alive?
In an instant, countless gazes were cast upon it, as if a myth had suddenly been witnessed.
"Wow! That's the Lazy Magpie! I've heard so much about it." The players immediately focused their attention, gathered around, and took photos one after another, as if they were spying on a giant panda.
"I got a picture of Si Que! Great! I got a picture of Si Que! Great!"
"I heard this kid isn't very honest; his attitude keeps changing. I suspect he's up to no good."
"Oh no, is he here to steal the [keys]? Should we attack?"
"I hit Si Que? Really?"
"Is this bird an ally or an enemy? Su Ming'an's goal is to defeat the Radiant Mother Goddess, right? Si Que, a sea king who writes books, doesn't seem to have anything to do with this."
"Huh? I heard this guy is already asleep? Wasn't he supposed to be unable to wake up?"
Phoenix, however, seemed to see his father's killer, the culprit behind everything, and roared with a mixture of blood and tears:
"—Si Que Oliver!"
"All shackles, all blockades, all the manipulation of fate, all eyes... are because of you—!!!"
"Stop pretending to be a good senior brother or a good friend! [A friendly magpie who gave up his higher-dimensional identity]... It's amazing how you managed to create this kind of persona. You bastard behind the mirror, get down from this sacred altar that doesn't belong to you! Tear off this skin, tear off your identity and false name! Tell your henchman Klitschko to stop!"
Upon hearing Phoenix's words, Si Que looked bewildered, as if he hadn't understood.
The next moment, the phoenix unleashed its furious, resentful attack! Crimson flames transformed into a bursting sword, infused with all its hatred and power!
"Ding--"
Si Que immediately produced a bell in his hand. With the sound of the bell, phantoms of orange cats, calico cats, and tabby cats appeared quickly, rapidly dismantling the flames.
On the other side, a dark purple shadow flashed by, like a mayfly skimming across the water, snatching Ashley from the dazed Phoenix.
Ashley felt herself fall into a warm embrace. She looked up and saw a pair of violet eyes, slightly long, dark purple hair that fluttered in the wind, six-pointed star earrings dangling, and a simple smile on his lips, the bright red color possessing a captivating allure.
It wasn't that his appearance was exceptionally handsome or his expression particularly alluring; rather, his aura seemed to have been enhanced, becoming captivatingly magical. Even Ashley, a member of the World Race, was momentarily stunned.
He held her and spun her twice in the air, their transparent bat wings fluttering, like dark elves under the moonlight, far away from the dangerous sea of fire.
"Ashley, are you alright?" he asked, his tone calm and unembellished, yet strangely captivating.
"Who are you?" Ashley asked blankly.
The man seemed somewhat helpless and coughed lightly: "I am... Su Ming'an."