Chapter 24: The End of a Story

Chapter 24: The End of a Story

Even with her hands sliced open and blood seeping from every cut, Kyokuryu's hands never trembled. Yet now, her once-light weapon felt unbearably heavy. She was like a helpless child, awkwardly gripping the sword. The techniques that were once ingrained in every cell now vanished, leaving her in a world of white. The world was silent until... this white world was stained red with flowing blood. The Soul-Severing Sword pierced Bai Heng's body. At this moment, he bent down and kissed Kyokuryu's lips. His lips were cold and his actions awkward. Yet his pupils drank in the amber sky of the Starsea, reflecting in Kyokuryu's eyes. She clumsily reached out to embrace the sky, but her sky was dim, as if enduring the final sunset. Though only a step away, she seemed to chase the setting sun, running for a long time until darkness engulfed the world.

Tiny frost settled on the scorched earth. She looked down, with no tears or words of mourning left. As the Dan Ding Division soldiers approached to offer aid, they heard the crisp sound of thin ice cracking underfoot. When they looked up again, they felt a bone-chilling cold emanating from Kyokuryu, forming a thin layer of ice on the scorched ground, making it impossible to approach. Sadness seemed like a sharp bone spur, gradually embedding into Kyokuryu's body, yet she turned this silent sorrow into a snowstorm. Flecks of snow fell on her shoulders, gradually enveloping and drowning out the sadness. In an instant, it seemed she had forgotten many things. For her, the beginning of life was most loved for practicing swordplay, and then... savoring the various fine wines he brought from the stars. He seemed to speak of flying stars, the wonders of home, and amusing encounters, but she couldn't recall... those memories spun around in her mind... yet she couldn't find them... Gradually, her dark red pupils were stained with blood, silver hair fluttered in the snow, and the snowflakes tilted over the blood-stained dress. In the last moment of clarity, Kyokuryu tore off Bai Heng's black silk sleeve and used it to cover her eyes...

**[Simulation Ended]**

**[Achievements Earned:**

- **Life Like Summer Flowers** (Perhaps the result is somewhat regretful, but your life was extraordinary): 500 Simulation Points

- **New Life Through Destruction** (Your aesthetic of destruction has been recognized by Him): 500 Simulation Points

- **Betraying Teacher and Destroying Ancestors** (A song of courage for humanity; perhaps it succeeded): 500 Simulation Points

- **Sunset Trainer** (Successfully captured a Sunset; perhaps one day you too will become a Sunset Master): 500 Simulation Points

**[Simulation Rating: S-, Reward Points: 3000]**

**[Rewards Distribution:**

- **Eternal Lock** (3 Stars)

- **Sword Heart** (5 Stars)

- **Versatility** (4 Stars)

**[Default Highest Star Rating Selected: "Sword Heart" (5 Stars)]**

**[Simulation Points: 10,000 (+5000) Points (can be used in the simulation shop)]**

**[New Attribute Points *400]**

**[Panel Update:**

- **Bai Heng**

- **Innate Talent:** Handsome Youth (5 Stars), Sword Heart (5 Stars)

- **Stamina:** 270 (Innate Talent Sword Heart +100)

- **Endurance:** 270 (Innate Talent Sword Heart +100)

- **Strength:** 270 (Innate Talent Sword Heart +100)

- **Agility:** 230

- **Mental Strength:** 600 (Innate Talent Sword Heart +300)

- **Charisma:** 700

*Note: The average values for ordinary humans are 100.*

**[Current Simulation Count: 0, Refresh Time: 27 Days]**

**"Cough..."**

White Heng suddenly woke up, drenched in cold sweat, with a sharp pain in the back of his head and the bustling sounds of the street below. It took him some time to come to his senses and slowly clear his vision. Before him were the overturned tea cups and a wooden food box. Looking at the real scene, White Heng felt a bit disoriented. The scenes from his mind, and the last kiss... seemed to linger on his lips. 

"Master... Sister... could you not bite when you kiss? It really hurts..." he muttered silently. After regaining his composure, he tidied up the overturned tea cups. Fortunately, there was no tea spilled, so he wouldn't need to clean up. He didn't open the food box immediately, focusing instead on understanding his situation as he was under custody here.

He stood up and approached the door. Upon opening it, he saw two Cloud Riders in the hallway. Before White Heng could speak, one of the riders, looking about 20 and somewhat stout, smiled and spoke first: "Ah, you're awake."

"Yes, just woke up." White Heng nodded slightly, still not fully grasping the situation. 

The rider continued, "I saw you were asleep earlier, so I didn't disturb you. There's dinner prepared for you over there, you must have seen it."

"Mm, I saw it."

"Haha." He scratched his head. "So, the inquiry from the Ten Kings Division has come back, and you're not associated with that batch of illegal drug dealers. You're just a tourist."

White Heng paused for a moment. "So, I can leave now?"

"Yes, we made a mistake. Sorry about that. If you need compensation for your loss, you can report it at the nearby Cloud Rider Division." He habitually scratched his head, his expression indeed showing apology.

White Heng replied, "I understand, you have your own difficulties. If unlawful elements mix in, we who travel the star sea will also be affected." Since the misunderstanding was cleared, there was no need to discuss it further. White Heng was known for his good temper. Even when his starship was in poor condition, he managed to comfort himself by thinking it saved time. Now, having been under supervision for only four hours, he didn't mind or need compensation.

After a brief chat with the rider, White Heng collected his belongings and left the guesthouse. Stepping into the bustling street, surrounded by the native people of Xianzhou, fox people, Ming tribe members, and other extraterrestrial citizens, he felt a sense of belonging, as if he was one of them. After all, he had lived here for fifteen years, and even after seven hundred years, Luofu's changes weren't significant; some shops had only seen two generations of succession.

"It's nice... since I have nothing to do today, I'll go get a foot massage at the Dan Ding Division..." 

"Wait, why am I so familiar with this?"