The brilliant flames stretched across the sky like a scarlet blaze spilling from the void itself, spreading ominously with an immense temperature that scorched the sky and scorched the ground below, evapo rating the once crimson blood sea. “The Alliance Leader! It’s Xiao Yan!” people cried with desperation. “The Alliance Leader has returned; we have hope!” the voices of the frightened rose in triumph. The abrupt eruption of flames brought the fleeing crowd to a hesitant halt; countless eyes darted upwards until they came together, fixed upon the singular silhouette within the brilliant fire. In an instant, joy and awe lit across the faces of the masses, and rumbles of triumphant cheers shook the lands. Some of the onlookers bowed in tears, the emotions spilling from their terror-stricken faces were a blend of relief and ecstatic despair.
Despite the arduous battles, in the eyes and hearts of the Allied forces, Xiao Yan’s name was unrivaled. Some may have deemed him inexperience due to his younger years, though every ally had watched and witnessed, firsthand, the burdens and hopes of their faction that his frail looking frame had bore. As a paragon to his allies, Xiao’s name became a synonym of never knowing defeat, as their belief turned into zealous worship. And when the situation is hopeless, such zeal is infectious—a desperate beacon. Thus, even those not part of the天府 Alliance could not restrain excitement swelling in them: for this time, hope needed no introduction; it needed only him.
Across the skies, the blazing inferno spread forth encapsulating the lands for miles in all directions. And as the fire billowed, the figure within gradually came further into focus, until at last when the flames began to settle, the dark silhouetted figure fully emerged.
“It really is Xiao Yan,” a voice muttered amongst the assembled crowds congregated nearby the base of the Alliance’s stronghold, all gathered in unified support. Amongst them, a stout figure lifted his head, his eyes filled with fire, staring up toward their Savior. His voice quivered with an excitement that barely concealed years of longing. This man was no other than Liu Qing, once renown across the迦南 Academyas the Dragon of the Spear.
Behind Liu Qing, Liu Fei, a beauty, also stared upward with mixed expressions clouding her otherwise pretty features. How could she have anticipated those innocent academy days would see her peer Xiao Yan rise above all? Other regions around the Alliance also found eyes watching from hidden locations, all equally in silent admiration at the sight.
Meanwhile, the sight caused panic across the gathered hordes of the Hun Clan; the mere glimpse of this now feared face sent terror into many hearts as they realized that Xiao Yan’s growth, over little more than just half a year ago, now rivalled the strongest of their kind—possibly stronger.
“True Dragon!” Above the blood lake where Hun Tian De stood with blood lotuses floating below, his scarlet eyes gleamed ominously in awe as they flickered, the intensity in his emotions betraying restraint no more. He repeated in whispered wonder and fury, asking “how? how?” over again, only for his words to evolve into an enraged scream—roaring with the fury of a tempest unleashed.
The uncharacteristic show stunned the very heavens themselves, a testimony to the lengths Hun Tian De sacrificed to achieve supremacy…yet now a mere breath of time after his own ascent, another figure dared to reach such height. The injustice, especially considering this was, mere year ago, an underling he regarded as expendable.
“Heaven, indeed, is home to not just your ascent alone…”
The flames calmed, revealing the lone youth cloaked in black—a smile stretched gently across his features, eyes dark yet with a depth suggesting secrets unfathomable. Across his forehead lay a fiery imprint; from it poured waves of a peculiar yet overwhelming force enough to accelerate rivers far beneath the earth, in its very core.
Though merely poised serenely amid the sky with no outward display of power, he was, in that moment, anything but common. Only the truly adept martial cultivators were able to perceive the immense, unfathomable force concealed deep within—power enough, perhaps, to shatter heavens themselves.
“A fragrance of the Ancient Emperor…on you?!” Hun Tian De’s scrutiny grew colder. The youth’s presence was unmistakable in his eyes. He had sensed the familiar signature before: of Gudu Shen Di himself. And upon this, his expression twisted further with suspicion and fury—he had suspected betrayal but confirmation here confirmed his deepest fears.
“It is but fortune, that I’ve acquired a remnant gift… a fragment granted by Gudu Shen Di.”
His words stirred thunderstorm fury in Hun Tian De—this betrayal stung beyond his mind’s capacity to digest it: he hadn’t known of the gift hidden from his eyes; by none other than the虚无吞炎 itself—who knew he was aware and did he conceal it willingly? Yet the youth spoke cool calm with but slight intrigue. No hostility marred his tone, yet Hun Tian Du sensed a quiet confidence beyond all doubt.
“Tch… the Empty Eater. He was my gift. You won’t be… you won’t hide anything!”
Silent in repose for a beat, Liu Yan’s piercing gaze swept over the ravaged battlefield and his eyes turned toward Candle Kun’s broken body—slumped to the sky from the earlier kick. With but a mere gesture, golden threads extended, reaching him gently from the blazing inferno.
At their touch, Candle Kun’s grievous wounds vanished as he transformed into a humanoid form despite visible pallor. He managed a wry smile as Xiao Yan approached and said with some bitterness, *At last… you emerged in one… piece. Just a moment more… they’ll have been erased.* Then he spoke softer, *Rest, for a while; you know best to face the Hun, none else can hold them.*
Nodding solemnly, his gaze drifted again toward his allies. Their wounds were fresh, their losses grave. Their enemy’s ruthlessness was evident to Xiao Yan—clearly aiming for no survivors. “To perfect your Celestial Pill; this much destruction must have seemed acceptable… cruel.”
*Victory defines fate; no need for nicety in path or pace—such always is the way it was: triumph… over others,* was Hun Tian Di’s grim yet composed reply.
A pause followed. Xiao Yan’s face grew grim as Hun Tian De stared down his opponent and declared, *When the time ends, only then either your forces survive and claim your Alliance or your kind shall be exterminated.* The threat hung silent between the two adversaries, each resolute, the battle unyieldable.
Xiao Yan smiled faintly but answered unblinkingly. Hatred had taken root within him for the Huns, deep, dark and absolute; no act of feigned civility could hide this. “The time has chosen now… to test not whose clan survives but instead whose fate shall be decided!”
“Brilliant. We shall decide today whether the fate of my Hun or the lives of your armies perish together!”
The Hun’s emperor unleashed an unholy tide of vermillion chi. The sheer magnitude was unfathomable and terrifying—unmatched in force. A command resounded in blooded fury echoing with his power.
“To battle formation Hun warriors; distance a thousand li. This final bout belongs solely to me!”
He commanded—his own forces recoiled knowing no interloper survived such divine battles between gods whose powers could level entire landscapes. If this were the end… only these champions would decide fates of their forces. And none else stood worthy or needed to.
He turned then, the skies split and his crimson eyes met Xiao Yan’s quiet gaze, the final moments brimming with the anticipation of the gods. The two would clash—the war’s turning tides, the finality, sealed their respective legacies in the balance today.
“Tonight the heavens shall see me crowned!”
Their stares locked and the sky trembled in silence. All watched with breath held still by fear of divine pressure unseen and unimaginable by any outside their ranks as each exuded an overwhelming force pressing upon hearts even yet. The air itself seemed denser with their silent challenge, like mountains pressing on one another before breaking.
In a moment’s break of this tension Hun Tian De’s foot struck hard against the sky, each thundered stomp sending ripples. Vast waves crashed across the heavens—scarlet, colossal; sweeping through in an instant the very fabric trembled before being utterly torn. The blood storm descended and from it, a mere speck emerged amidst such titanic scale — the form of Xiao Yan.
In response, he whispered a single word:
*“Ignite!”*
His voice resonated; from its source the world answered. Earth cracked—split wide, revealing the magma chasms below, like crimson geysers erupting into the celestial battlefield. The two waves crashed—magnificent infernos met torrent tides of blood.
The heavens quaked in fury, rains of both crimson blood mingled with rivers of hot flame pouring endlessly upon land that trembled with celestial wrath. Hun’s relentless waves faltered but never wavered from the will of a true god—a millennia’s yearning made mortal in the hands of one so determined in conquest and destruction.
*Xiaolou Di,* was the Hun’s whisper, fingers now dancing through sky-dwelling scarlet storms; as they wove, the sky cracked like fragile eggshells. The heavens screamed. The very air seemed to rip apart; space itself rent wide open as the blood clouds recoiled before suddenly unraveling into an attack of sheer devastation! From the scarlet sky fell countless lightning bolts like mountains, descending with such speed and weight that even ancient emporer Gu Yuan flinched, fear evident—each single impact held within it the terrifying weight and force needed to tear an Emperor soul itself clean asunder!
Xioayan’s eyes reflected grim resolution. Such attacks, drenched as they were in death and resentment, if allowed even minor contact, bore the threat of searing one’s soul itself irreparable with their malignant curse!
A barrier arose: from Xiao’ans’ fiery aura materialized a giant humanoid figure—a colossal fire spirit, roaring silence as a final defense against annihilation—its mouth yawned impossibly wide before unleashing torrents of scorching fire to meet the incoming tide of vengeance.
A thunderous symphony echoed in heaven, fire meeting storm.
The heavens and land screamed in agony.
The ground cracked, great chasms spilling across the land as destruction unfolded. All gathered, watching this apocalyptic display, hearts gripped in terror—this scale could destroy not merely armies but nations themselves if any part of their strikes found unintended refuge.
Who among them, one might whisper, was more certain of prevailing in this duel of the divine?
Even雷胤—famed for his bold demeanor—found himself at unease questioning aloud his uncertainty. Gu Yuan’s brow twitched and he sighed. “We have all only seen gods fight now in legends and myths, who among them will claim victory… difficult to say indeed. Perhaps even in his power he might yield to Hun Tiande.”
Yet Gu Yuan’s smile returned faintly. “Though our Xiao Yan carries the bloodlines and inheritance left for us all. Perhaps he even holds within secret gifts unseen still; perhaps today we shall see.”
The gathered masses could little comfort from these words but watched on in fearful fascination.
A relentless bombardment thundered in scarlet waves against fire that burned the void itself—unrelenting, unfaltering.
Amidst this infernal storm above, HunTiande’s gaze turned cold. His foe had met every assault unfazed—this was not what he expected… this balance could not afford to continue.
He inhaled… a deep breath filling him as his expression darkened beyond belief. As he exhaled the sky dimmed, the storms paused as though in fearful reprieve. Hun gathered the remnants of sky’s fury; swallowing sky, storm and all; blood clouding from all horizons fell willingly, surrendering every last fragment back into the abyss of its host’s gaping jaws.
The blood clouds were torn asunder; in their absence, life was returned to sunlight. Many cried tears of joy, though even more sensed—this reprieve meant only another, darker storm awaited the horizon.
And then his form swelled as crimson essence wove an armor fit for gods over his body; Hun transformed; a colossoidal giant, taller then the mountains, with skin of blood itself, armor forged entirely within a godlike manifestation—this form was called the Blood Emperor’s form; the transformation was awe striking, fearsomeness itself incarnated in mortal eyes. All eyes on both factions felt the weight this heralded… one swipe of that massive arm could annihilate millions at once and bury entire civilizations under his shadow alone.
A single motion now from this monstrosity could shift continents.
*HunDi’s Divine Form…*
A whisper broke through the stunned masses… a divine ability reserved for the rarest of god emperors… it was the manifestation of merging heavens into self, transforming themself into gods walking the mortal coils.
And yet, even this, failed to provoke hesitation in Xiaolan.
As fire gathered across his being—rising through the very heart of the Earth. The ground cracked, spewing magma and flame as it spiraled forth into existence, engulfed his figure. His form—expanding, glowing with raw infernal power and beauty—surged forth until his body towered beyond comprehension, a new colossal giant formed.
From its every pore, streams, of fire, erupts—each stream twisted into fiery phoenixes surrounding and protecting him, spiraling about with elegance.
Xiao Yan turned the tables once again: his own divine manifestation, the Fire Emperor’s Divine form.
Xun’er gazed and found wonder in his strength.
Even Hun Tiande, for all the power he commanded in his current form, looked momentarily astonished—then the fury took hold. He challenged, *Let’s see which Emperor form claims mastery, Blood or Flame*
He roared forth into motion: charging through the celestial battlefield, carrying thunderstorms trailing from his wake—a single punch thrown; with intent to split the fabric of reality into shreds.
Xiao Yan retaliated with the same; unleashing his full fire might in reply. As fists collided with each other amidst celestial winds—blazing trails, a spectacle unseen; a duel of divine titans—repercussions shook the foundation of both heaven and earth.
The ground could not contain the force unleashed—mountains reduced to dust, forests vaporized into ashes within microseconds.
Even Gu Yuan, despite great power himself, found he could only watch and pray as he commanded an additional barrier alongside the others’ defenses to protect their forces against the collateral damage unleashed from the battle above.
Yet even so, destruction was inevitable. With both emperors in combat mode, every movement threatened to reshape their entire reality.
Their clashing echoed beyond merely their battlefield: waves rippling across continents, sending otherworldly tremours across their continent’s other regions.
Many distant martial experts sensing the power shift rushed toward it’s source… however even upon nearing, its ferocity sent wave bursts so potent many fell back; their wounds bleeding, bodies shaking—some even turned back in terror; realizing none dared interfere at such levels. They could simply watch and pray for their salvation.
Time dragged on, the sky and earth locked in violent dance, an entire day passing as their clash of the gods persisted across their skies. Then another moment came when the sky quaked once again. The low reverberations were like the echo of war drums… suddenly another eruption shattered the atmosphere. From the middle of a clash, two bodies recoiled from another violent blow delivered.
But it was Hun Tian De whom fell this time… crashing down, colliding headlong with mountains far afar—flattening entire landmasses.
Gu Yuan and comrades exulted for it seemed the battle tilted slightly for Xiao Yan.
“Xiao Yan endured the trials with proper guidance—three years of hidden training under Gudu’s legacy made him a worthy heir. Yet our foe… in but six months achieved what he did by relying merely on drugs? A fleeting might indeed. His power, no matter great, lacks staying.”
At this, others broke forth into laughter while those Hun’s stood in pale fear: they now faced the truth… for Xiao Yan to lead… would bring finality upon them.
Yet from broken land, Hun Tiande rose again: battered.
But as he did the air grew still around both titans. Xiao Yan, having quelled his breathing from the blow, now faced him again.
“Your Blood God… does not compare to my Flame King!”
A taunt that stung deep in the heart. For Hun Tiande, despite great power, Xiao Yan’s words rung the truth. In the wake of this clash, though equally formidable; Hun had found himself outmatched.
A flaw that would be fatal to him.
Yet even against such a situation, despair would find resistance. Hun would not accept defeat—would fight to rewrite what was seemingly inevitable.
With cold disdain, his eyes swept over ZJ.
“You won’t celebrate quite yet.”
Racing forward across land toward the shattered battlefield with a trail in crimson behind him. Hun summoned energy from every crevice of his being into one, final gambit:
The Blood Soul Devouring Emperor’s Seal!
He unleashed it. As though a beacon in the heavens—light erupted with intensity unknown, crashing upon the world—shattering stone beneath it’s path into a web of chaos. Its energy coursed across earth veins, racing as though blood running back through the heart itself—an array of ancient power hidden for millenniums awakened!
Xiao Yan watched and his brow furrowed: realization dawning as those threads began linking across the land’s vast landscape—echoing memories of what could only be the long forgotten Soul Devouring阵法 he heard whispered of by elders.
Then earth itself groaned. As if awakening, from beneath the soil, vast lines—crimson and terrible—exploded upward into towering infernos that pierced the very core of skies itself—the land quavered under the scale this would unleash.
This time, it was Gu Yuan who cried aloud.
“That blood glow! That array was once the Soul Devouring阵, yet the connections… another… a seal?”
Another shocking realization dawned on old allies.
“This… it cannot be,”炎烬 breathed, the weight upon their chests heavy.
Could it even be real for any being to possess strength enough and knowledge required to etch a seal that encompassed the whole of the mid-earth continent? And now, that reality had presented itself before their trembling sight.
Hun spoke now—his voice laced with the thrill of ultimate confidence—the final stroke of a grand plan.
“We Hun planned for this day… over a thousand year legacy… prepared even for this day’s possibility.”
“And no matter the hand we dealt or loss we suffered… you shall not survive this fight, Xiao Yan!”
And as if upon command, the array ignited, transforming its lines into radiant columns of crimson. Within this formation—a name whispered like prophecy:
*”Cutter Emperor’s Array.”*
Xiao Yan’s breath caught.
The same legend had reached him—spoken only of in myths… a seal capable of holding down emperors.
Hun’s tone now dipped in a dark thrill, adding cruel weight.
*A long-forgotten secret of our very ancestors. It was built to end even Emperors themselves.*
The skies shifted overhead—a crimson vortex of destruction swirled beyond comprehension forming a blade… a blade with nothing but murder in heart—an ancient terror given life through hatred incarnate.
Sunlight fled. Sky wept dark.
Hun Tiand De’s form faded against a shadowed sky. He cried a command that pierced the air.
“All clan soul hosts surrender fleshly vessel now!”
A soundless tremol; of thousands obeying the directive… leapt upward.
Xiao Yan observed with dread mounting deep within his spirit. This ritual… one that required a thousand warriors sacrifice soul-force to birth the weapon.
Then came release, as head separated cleanly. Their final moments offered no resistance. As death approached… so too did transformation.
Swarms of essence bled from severed heads into the sky—feeding the blade.
It awakened—roarer with blood thirst unbound.
*Xiao Yan… your fate ends in this blade now… let the annihilation be a fitting end to such a worthy foe.*
The sky dimmed and all life within a million miles watched one being standing alone as crimson blade rose above the earth to point directly and fatally upon him.
Gu Yuan paled to the ghost of white. He had known legend: *“Emperor Soul Severer”*—its rumored existence once shook worlds but none had since then. Yet even he recognized the reality—the legends now standing manifest in blood before their eyes.
*It’s real…* The realization struck the masses silent, watching the blade’s rise with collective fear.
Even so, none could hope to stand beside Xiao Yan. They whispered helplessly.
But Xiao Yan breathed calmly in its shadow:
“I too came well prepared…”
He moved—fingers weaving gestures, unleashing a blazing beacon into space around himself.
From its radiant core grew the familiar artifact… the异火 Plaza he once wielded inside that fabled treasure cave—the foundation of many hidden techniques and flames. It spread itself like ancient tapestries unfolding mid sky as its presence solidified.
As Xiao Yan appeared on its platform’s edge, the seal marking his temple pulsed; a force unfathomable poured from it, echoing his voice across every inch of this vast continent.
“By the name Xiao Yan—炎主: hear my summon all fire across lands! You will answer My Call!”
The call rang through the firmament, shaking the bones of all, even across the realms. Every living fire responded:
23rd on Celestial Flames’ Ranking – 黄玄 flame answered.
22nd – Wild Beast Flame answered.
Then came others.
21, 20…
19- the青莲地心 Flame rose amidst a deep chasm’s eruption…
Flame upon flame answered his voice—flying like radiant spirits traversing space… appearing before him, one by one… obeying his decree—falling into their designated places upon that grand plaza beneath the skies.
Each landing shook the air itself—the sound waves of their resonance a roar.
To each eye present, awe and disbelief transformed to pure reverence.
Never thought that a single individual could control so vast a legion—each obeying a single master without hesitation.
The vision became a living myth.
From the sky descended more:
6th – Gold Ancestor Flame of Nine Realms;
Then came the fifth, fourth…
Finally, as number three—the Divine Crimson flame erupted into existence. The air burned hotter.
In mere brief heartbeats, the异fire Plazas were ablaze in 21 towering columns rising in celestial fury. The vision was overwhelming.
Even Hun Tiand’e watched in awe, dread creeping into heart.
Then came the last two. The voice called.
“No 2: Empty Consumption Blaze!”
The ground shook, and the final fire burst from beneath Hun Tian Di, escaping despite the will of its holder—leaping into its destined column with fiery triumph.
“Impossible!” Hun’s heart cried in disbelief, sensing how close Xiao Yan now was to his complete arsenal.
The final cry resounded:
“No 1: Divine Flame of Purity!”
From his body emerged小伊. Another flame danced toward an altar before merging in perfect harmony.
With every fire united—22 columns burned—blazing inferno danced in unified rhythm—focusing at core into the formation that materialized with them.
It took shape.
A staff of ancient origin manifested within their united blaze.
Huantantie’s eyes burned with disbelief.
“Emperor Flame’s Legendary Staff!!”
This name shook old souls like echoes from legends—realization hitting like a hammer. Once only whispers, this tool—only mentioned in ancient scriptures, the very foundation for legends of fire.
Even the gods once feared this tool.
A weapon said to hold the will and fury of emperors; the source of destruction of gods of flame before it even.
Now it stood before them—unleashed.
“Strike with Emperor’s Blade!”
Another chilling voice rang, but this time, the Hun leader screamed with urgency.
The Hun forces hesitated; terror frozen among many. The first sacrifice had cost many.
“Traitors!”
Fury unmeasurable—his eyes burned. In that rage, his blade tore across their ranks once more.
Death reigned.
Hearts stilled.
Yet more power surged into the crimson blade with each severed head. The hunger it craved—blood.
With this surge… the blade now opened its eye.
It wept blood.
And Xiao Yan watched cold at this sight—scorn filling his tone toward the merciless slaughter.
“You are unworthy to walk earth even with name ‘human’ attached… such a monster as you… deserves eternal silence.”
The battle cry from both titans clashed one last and final time under the watching heavens.
Swordlight erupted, colliding against an emperor’s staff—two titanic forces locked one last in battle; neither backing down.
Their strike sent shockwaves through the world; the sky shattered and the earth screamed.
In the ensuing collapse, the protective spells shattered under its might—blows thrown in such fury; the battlefield itself split into fragments.
Entire sky islands were reduced to floating debris, shattered like broken glass.
All watching could barely comprehend the devastation being wrought before eyes.
The plaza itself came crashing down… impacting the ground so violently a great chasm split ten thousand li across, consuming all for kilometers as it swallowed lands into void.
Silence followed this descent; silence, save for heavy breathing from the surviving titans emerging from the carnage.
Xun’er, Mei and others hovered above—desperately scanning where figures stirred.
“Did you—?” many whispered, afraid to breathe.
They emerged… their silhouettes bloodied… barely standing amidst ruined lands that could not withstand the duel of heaven itself.
Even so—there was victory:
“I may still live… yet I live for nothing more but vengeance… and return,” growled Hun Tiandi in broken voice, as he struggled upward, a broken warrior standing. The price, though heavy—yet not unbearable to someone of vengeance such as he.
“You cannot flee,” Xiao Yan answered with coughs, his form weak but smile ever certain.
“Every victory… is hollow if it ends in another cycle.”
He spoke as he wiped crimson from lips… raising hand that beckoned the final act.
A new energy awakened within.
The very plaza trembled and quaked as the final flame awoke at the heart of all—the core of it all—the final column ignited as the final ember of an era’s hope was lit.
Then Xiao Yan’s smile turned solemn.
“Behold…” His words trailed as his body ignited into a brilliant flame… pure and absolute—a beacon.
“You would dare to burn divine form…” the realization came too late—it came upon realization that what he faced was one no mortal bound by cycle dared… burning the soul and form together into eternal fire—eternal sacrifice—to seal the darkness once and for all.
A cry echoed—of pain, of loss… a cry that shattered the final illusion.
“Xiao Yan!” cried many, kneeling, eyes brimming… as his body dissolved entirely into flame—transfiguring his every essence into fire.
All other fires bowed in silent respect, trembling in presence of true king flame as their ruler’s essence merged in their unity.
Fire surrounded Hun’s being, entangling with merciless intent—the transformation was complete.
The seal had awoken.
The final formation formed—a webwork of blazing chains weaving around him.
His scream was the last scream.
“I will have you! Xiao Yan… I swear this will not end!!”
Yet no force—no curse— could stop inevitability now. Hun’s body unraveled, melted, then finally collapsed upon itself—a soul essence floating helplessly before being wrapped by the fire cocoon forming within the plaza at his will—the sacred fire that sealed his eternal punishment into eternity’s silence.
One by one… lines emerged from the Plaza’s very core forming layers in endless succession around it. An eternal seal had come.
Cries of joy echoed like storms.
Finally! The six months reign of terror had ended.
Was it truly… the end?
It felt impossible to comprehend as many gazed into sky… the remnants of the Plaza now drifting like guardian of peace.
Xiao Yan, amidst it all, emerged from the flame.
Weakness cloaked every movement of his being.
A final breath released with tired relief.
“I did it…”
He turned toward those close as their figures rushed into embrace and warmth. He held two lovers in each heart, and for all his pain—their love eased all burdens of this battle.
“Please do not become the hero… not again…”
And with tender understanding that only they shared… he whispered:
“There would be no others. And never will be one.”
He smiled.
The Plaza rose back into sky bearing one sealed spirit within.
His smile widened with final acceptance and peace. He was done with this life’s battles.
“炎帝 Xiao Yan…”
Even in his final words to his love, they found only whispers of legacy, honor.
“Your path… will echo through all legends, forever remembered.”
And within his soul—whispered final thought:
*Great Ancestor Xiao Xuan… the legacy that failed in times past…I now finish.*
With that he allowed the gentle hand of rest to embrace him, and closed exhausted eyes—forevermore known as Xiao Yan,炎帝.
He had won. He could finally rest. Let dreams take all burdens and pain away.
All that mattered… that the world he gave his soul for lived.
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