Chapter 115 Goodbye, Yacinthes.
The dawn machine in Ohmana, which shone as brightly as the sun, suddenly went out at this moment!
On the Douluo Continent, everyone watched as the sky was instantly swallowed by dark red, without a trace of light.
An overwhelming fear welled up inside me, and my hands and feet turned ice cold.
They all wondered who had the ability to destroy such a huge Dawn Machine.
When Nicardi wanted to destroy the machine, he almost self-destructed by concentrating all his divinity into the Nicardi Greatsword.
Although his attack was successfully blocked by Tibo's Hundred Worlds Gate at that time, everyone could clearly see that it would take a demigod to exhaust all his strength to barely break through the Dawn Machine.
Now, does the Black Tide know that the White Calamity is about to bear the weight of the entire world and return the flame of the Negative Titan?
Therefore, they sent out an even more powerful enemy to stop Bai E's plan to recreate the world.
No one expected that the enemy had such a terrifying backup plan.
People on Douluo Continent were speculating about the reason why the Dawn Machine had shut down. Little Gray Hair and his friends were also full of doubts and frowned.
"There's no time to investigate the reason!"
Feng Jin felt the mournful cries and trembling brought by the fire in the sky, her face filled with worry, her tone urgent.
"Without the light of the Dawn Machine, the Holy City will soon be completely swallowed by darkness, and its people will be displaced and plunged into despair..."
She gazed at Little Grey, Danheng, and Bai'er, her right hand gently pressed against her chest, her tone unwavering:
"Everyone, you must return to Earth safely and complete the mission of the Golden Descendants."
"And I..."
Feng Jin turned her gaze to Dan Heng and asked with a firm tone:
"Danbao, you still have Fajina's spiritual water on you, right?"
"What...?"
Dan Heng was taken aback for a moment, then realized what Feng Jin was about to do and quickly refused:
"That was just in case; it's not time to use it yet..."
Feng Jin gently shook her head, her voice still gentle, yet carrying an undeniable determination:
"No, it's time."
"Please open the path to the heart of the vortex for me; I can do one last thing for the people of the earth..."
She placed her hands on her chest, squinted her eyes, her expression one of utmost piety, and spoke in a gentle yet firm tone:
"Return the flame to Aegler, and take over its divine authority…"
"Then, I will remain in the sky, bringing eternal protection to people."
Upon hearing that Dan Heng possessed a method to directly enter the core of the Genesis Vortex, Little Gray Fur immediately said:
"We'll go with you; it'll be a shortcut back to the Holy City!"
She thought that once she entered the vortex of creation and came out, she could return directly to her room in Ohma.
Feng Jin's tone carried a hint of regret, yet remained gentle:
"I'm afraid that won't work."
"The entrance is also the exit... This is a one-way door. You must return to the Holy City and return the fire to Cephalus; you cannot linger here."
Feng Jin looked at Dan Heng again, her voice soft yet firm:
"Moreover, an entrance created in this way... can only allow one person to pass through at a time, right?"
Dan Heng remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded and replied in a low voice:
"...Um."
"Danbao, I'm begging you." Feng Jin's eyes were full of pleading and determination.
Dan Heng was still somewhat hesitant, but seeing Feng Jin's resolute expression, he knew that it was time to part ways.
He sighed softly, his tone filled with helplessness and reluctance:
"...I see."
As soon as he finished speaking, Danheng closed his eyes, placed his hands on his chest, and slowly prayed:
"...beneath its frenzied dance, the clamor of the festival drowns out the heartbeat of the world."
"Spiritual water, open the door!"
As Danheng's prayer ended, the Fajina spiritual water in his arms slowly flowed out, condensing in the air into a vortex passage leading to the heart of creation.
The water shimmers, mysterious and magnificent.
Feng Jin stood before the vortex passage. Just before stepping in, she slowly turned around, a gentle smile on her face, and looked deeply at Little Gray and the others, her eyes filled with affection and blessings.
As Dan Heng gazed at Feng Jin's figure, he couldn't help but recall the fable about her, and murmured softly:
"At the end of the Rainbow Bridge, the Child of the Sky will mend the dawn and dusk."
"Lady Tirispius's prophecy... has indeed come true."
Feng Jin gazed at the swirling passage formed by flowing water, where pink and blue fish swam to and fro on the walls, and shimmering bubbles floated gently around her, creating a dreamlike scene.
Her tone was filled with surprise and admiration: "Even seeing it for the second time, it still feels incredible..."
She turned to look at Danheng, and nodded with a smile:
"You and the rivers and oceans of this world will surely form a wonderful understanding."
Danheng thought of March 7th, Himeko, Walter, Sunday, and the others on the Starry Sky Train, and said softly:
"Unfortunately, we can't stay long... We still have companions and a place to call home that we cherish."
"The Star Train, right?" Feng Jin asked gently.
"That Miss March 7th you often mention, Qibao... I really want to meet her."
Her voice was full of anticipation and joy, and she chuckled softly.
The little gray-haired boy nodded vigorously at him, his tone certain: "You two should get along very well."
Feng Jin nodded with a smile, her face full of anticipation:
"I can imagine how happy the three of you would be traveling together."
But Little Gray couldn't be happy.
She knew perfectly well that after Feng Jin became a demigod of the sky, she would share the same fate as Xia Die, forever trapped in the sky, never to be able to travel with the others again.
She disliked this separation, and even more so, she disliked the heavy fate that the Golden Descendants bore.
The little gray-haired boy's voice was filled with undisguised sorrow as he softly asked:
"And what about you, Feng Jin? Aren't you sad?"
Feng Jin nodded gently, but her face showed no sadness; instead, a gentle smile graced her lips.
Of course!
"The heart-wrenching sadness and reluctance to part... I can feel the pain they bring in their entirety."
Looking at his feigned strength, Danheng felt a pang of heartache and said in a deep voice:
Why force yourself? No one here will mock your true vulnerability.
Feng Jin gently shook her head, her smile still as beautiful as a flower, her voice as soft, sweet, and gentle as cotton candy.
"But I am the healer of the Courtyard of Dusk, Danheng."
"When facing patients suffering from illness, not showing a sad expression that makes people feel depressed is the most basic quality."
"Coincidentally, it is this world that I love so much that is now sick, so how can I show my sorrow in front of it?"
The little gray-haired boy remained silent for a moment, then, suppressing his reluctance, he whispered his farewell:
Goodbye, Yacintes.
Feng Jin looked at everyone with reluctance, her eyes filled with longing:
"Goodbye, everyone..."
"Please...you must become heroes who save the world."
"As for the 'blank pages' at the end of the epic, the lives and stories of those ordinary people..."
"I will cherish it until the very last moment."
Without further hesitation, Feng Jin turned and stepped into the vortex leading to the heart of creation, to confront her own destiny.
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