[I made three lies to the world.]
[The first lie: As long as a hundred thousand world lines are written, humanity can break the barrier.]
[The second lie: As long as they kill Su Ming'an, who is the World Tree, humanity can ascend to Bei Wang's small world.]
[These two lies gave humanity's future a continuation.]
[And the third lie—]
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["On the day of slaying God, Su Ming'an dies."]
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[This is my third lie.]
[This lie targets not all of humanity, but—]
["Them."]
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Days before his death, Su Ming'an sat alone indoors, sitting in front of the piano.
The cold moonlight poured in through the high window, slicing the room with interwoven light and shadow, dust suspended in the beam, Debussy's "Moonlight" flowing. In the dim room, he silently contemplated:
"My end is predetermined, a few days later, I will die on Taihua Mountain at the hand of Lü Shu. My death will become the final cornerstone of the new world."
