Chapter 138: Chapter 131: Someone Will Fall Forever into the Abyss! End It All! (Part 2)

["Crack, crack," the bones beneath her feet were mercilessly crushed. The urgent footsteps and drum-like heartbeat intertwined, sweat pouring down like rain. The girl’s stamina was gradually depleting, and finally, in her escape, she suddenly fell to the ground.]

["Ling’er!" the boy exclaimed in shock, turning back sharply, he pulled the girl up, wanting to continue running. As a Grade-Entering Swordsman, he had already awakened his "Divine Power," with far greater stamina than the girl. If not for the girl’s burden, he would have already fought his way out through sheer force.]

[The girl named "Ling’er" knew well that if she continued to be his burden, neither of them could escape this disaster.]

[A wry smile curled on her lips, she resolutely shook off the boy’s hand and, summoning all her strength, pushed him away.]

["Live on with our ideals!"]

[In this instant, a sharp dagger had already plunged into the girl’s heart. She fell to her knees, hands limply hanging down, her gaze gradually dispersing, eyes filled with reluctance, hope, love... and that touch of somber smile.]

[With a clatter, the dagger fell to the ground. This scene, like a poignant painting, was deeply imprinted in the boy’s heart, accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream: "Ah—"]

[I saw the figures of Ah Feng and Ding Ying, once bonded by life and death, as if superimposed with the aloof and lonely image of Ming Yue.]

[I felt the aura of "Despair."]

[Too much pain exists in this world...]

[The boy knelt on the ground, hands covered in blood and nauseating rust, and the girl’s white dress, now stained a deep red, like a Manjusaka blooming amidst despair, poignant and shocking.]

[His face full of disbelief, he trembled as he held the girl’s still-warm body, as if trying to draw some strength from it to keep running forward.]

[Run.]

[Run.]

[Tears and sweat intertwined, blurring the boy’s vision, everything before him became hazy.]

[The boy finally fell weakly to the ground, whispering in despair, "Ling’er, I will definitely live on with you."]

[The girl’s body lay quietly not far away, he crawled towards it with all his might, his trembling fingers seemed to want to awaken the sleeping girl, yet a cold sword blade suddenly pierced through his body from behind.]

[The boy’s form suddenly stiffened, he slowly turned his head, staring at the person, his eyes filled with unwillingness and anger.]

["It’s no wonder you’re Bei Xuan, truly hard to kill," the High-tier Knight smirked, pulling out his sword with force as he gazed at the boy’s twisted face with piercing eyes. "Are you in pain? Are you angry? Ha, do you think your anger can change this cruel reality?"]

["If you have to blame, then blame the fact you were born in this era where swordsmen are declining."]

["Blame yourself for leaving a brilliant future to become an Assassin of the Moon Palace! All this is your own doing!" The swordsman’s words stabbed into the boy’s heart like ice spikes.]

["Was I wrong..." the boy murmured to himself at the end of his life, memories of his lifetime flashing before his eyes like a revolving lantern. The warm scene of his father in Bei Xuan, personally teaching him to practice writing."]

[His father was once a follower of the "Sword of Freedom," they rose up in rebellion against the tyrannical Emperor, and Dongzhou sacrificed batch after batch of Sword Saints, even three Apocalypse Knights died in battle, for this brief peace.]

[But the lower ranks still never overcame the overwhelming guns and cannons, Dongzhou is weak.]

[The boy saw Ling’er bullied by people from the Empire, he drew his sword and killed that imperial messenger, causing a massive calamity, forcing him to hide his identity and leave his hometown.]

[With the help of Ling’er’s family, the boy studied at West State Royal Knight Academy while joining the Bright Moon Palace, secretly turning into Assassin Bei Xuan to assassinate imperial nobles to carry out his justice.]

[However, he was betrayed by his companions.]

["You were wrong!" The swordsman looked at the boy’s confusion, couldn’t help but feel a thrill of satisfaction rising in his heart.]

["I was wrong..." the boy was perplexed.]

[In a daze, his thoughts drifted back to that clear morning when he left his hometown, his father’s firm and profound voice thundered in his ears:]

["Remember this firmly, no matter how fierce the Empire’s guns and cannons are, no matter how boundless the power of the Apocalypse Knights is, they can destroy our cities, obliterate our country, but they can never extinguish our glorious civilization!"]

["They will never eradicate our words."]

["Our ancestors shed their hearts and blood to create 3,000 characters, forging the splendor of this sword."]

["When you comprehend the essence of Bei Xuan’s script, it will be the day your Swordsmanship achieves Great Success, unmatched in the world!"]

[The boy recalled the last character his father wrote, a horizontal stroke, a vertical stroke, straight as a sword, unyielding.]

["I am not wrong!" the boy saw it all in his eyes, "Freedom is a force that can never be strangled."]

[The swordsman was furious, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he drew his sword, the cold light flashed, and pierced deeply into the boy’s heart: "Assassin Bei Xuan, today you meet your end!"]

[The boy did not die immediately, he slowly turned his head, gazing tenderly at the girl’s body beside him, a smile of apology curling at the corner of his mouth, "I’m sorry..."]

[Drip.]

[Drip.]

[When the boy slowly opened his eyes, he saw a pitch-black figure, a man with an indifferent appearance and deep eyes, quietly watching him.]

["Is this the True Realm?"]

[The boy looked down at the heart injury, a wound no one could survive except the "Angel": "This... senior..."]

["Boy, you are dying..." Ning Wushuang said indifferently, "but as a friend of an old acquaintance, I can grant you a small wish. Hmm, any wish."]

["Old acquaintance?" The boy gazed at Ning Wushuang, suddenly laughed, "What a bold claim, senior, can you really grant any wish? Can you expel the Empire? Can you kill the Angel? You are nothing but a remnant soul hiding in the True Realm, barely hanging on..."]

["Yes." Ning Wushuang coldly uttered a word.]

[The boy’s figure trembled fiercely, his deep gaze locked into Ning Wushuang’s eternally unchanged eyes, a wordless trust silently took root and sprouted: "Then what must I pay?"]

["Very simple." Ning Wushuang replied, "Just grasp that sword."]

[As the words fell, the surrounding scene abruptly changed, bones everywhere, and an Ancient Bronze Sword stood prominently among the bone heap.]

[Without hesitation, the boy strode forward, intending to grasp the sword hilt.]

[Ning Wushuang slowly spoke, "Once you grasp the sword, it means you will abandon everything, plunge into that endless abyss of despair, from then on, no more reincarnation, no more release."]

["Hahahaha," the boy heard, yet laughed non-stop, his laughter filled with determination and relief. He had nothing left, what more could he lose?]

[He would forever fall into the abyss! End it all!]

[He grasped the sword hilt, the cold sensation instantly spreading through his body, his consciousness began to blur until it was completely submerged in silence.]

[At the original spot, only the boy’s last words remained: "Then, I entrust it all!"]

Outside. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

A swordsman raised a Sharp Sword high, the cold light flashing, about to sever Bei Xuan’s head.

Whoosh—

A breeze blew through, bringing an imperceptible chill.

The boy’s fingers slightly trembled.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils a blank grayish-white.

All things.

Will ultimately return to silence.

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