A World Where Nothing Really Exists

Only one last figure remained amongst the countless dissipating flames. He looked at Ye Qingxuan quietly. There was comfort in his eyes but very soon, he began to wipe at his nose awkwardly.

"I'm sorry. I have long given you everything." He opened his arms. "There's nothing else that I can give you anymore this time around."

"It's okay." Ye Qingxuan stepped forward and embraced him while speaking under his breath, "I'm happy to see you again, father."

Ye Lanzhou was stunned for a while but recovered very quickly as he laughed and patted his son's back. "So am I." The dawn was vanishing rapidly. He smiled and waved goodbye to his successor as he dissipated within the flames and merged with the gigantic and endless Symphony of Predestination. Dream of a Millenium was collapsing.