Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

Chapter 677: The Moon Remains the Remembrance of the Past

The taste of Moon Tears is very sweet, even to the point of being greasy for many people who drink it for the first time. As a result, they will not notice the alcohol in it at all and will soon fall into a deep sleep without realizing it.

The Moon Tears, which has been added with calming herbs, is softer and longer-lasting on the palate, completely neutralizing the excessive sweetness while bringing a strong hypnotic effect.

And the cup of Moon Tears specially prepared by Annie even added double the amount of calming herbs - the bitterness was masked by the sweetness, bringing a gentle dream.

An Ming was the person who knew Aini best, so he had already guessed the girl's choice before drinking the cup of Moon Tears.

In order to prevent him from being sad, Annie would definitely choose this method to make him miss the ceremony day, so that when he wakes up, he will face a predetermined future.

It is because she is Annie that she says goodbye in such a gentle way.

An Ming also had things he needed to do. After drinking the cup of Moon Tears with herbs added, he pretended to be asleep and lay on the dining table.

An Ming knew Annie's plan and her lies from the beginning, but even so, he still chose to drink the cup of unsweet moon tears.

It wasn't that Annie had deceived him, but that he was willing to fulfill Annie's last bit of kindness.

"We didn't even say goodbye properly in the end."

"An Ming."

There was a lot of reluctance and tenderness in Annie's voice, "I love you."

"I love you so much."

The cherry lips gently covered An Ming's cheek.

Her kiss was light, like warm snowflakes falling on the cheek and then melting quietly.

Annie's fingertips gently brushed An Ming, as if she wanted to remember every inch of her beloved's outline. When she withdrew her fingers, a warm tear silently fell between An Ming's eyelashes and slid down his cheek.

She turned around, and her white skirt reflected the saint's radiance in the moonlight.

His steps did not stop for a moment, as if he was afraid that if he looked one more time he would lose the courage to leave.

The door opened slightly, and the warm night breeze rushed into the room, blowing away the last breath of Annie in the wooden house.

After Annie left, An Ming stood up from the dining table and silently stared at her determined back. He always knew that Annie would choose to bear the heavy fate herself.

It is not a road that is admired by everyone, but a road of self-burning with no return.

An Ming raised his wrist and watched the eternal moonlight gradually emerging there. If the moon's tears were as sweet as a dream, then this moonlight was the starting point of all dreams, and it was the first ray of moonlight that fell when the Tethys continent was born.

At the end of countless times, that was a story that he started with his own hands.

So now, take it upon yourself to create the ending of this story into a happy ending.

How do seeds blossom into flowers?

Burn all the memories of those three thousand days and nights.

Light up the soul that does not belong to this universe and turn it into the most blazing fire.

At last.

The fire will blossom into gorgeous flowers.

Until... I burn myself to ashes.

If you want to reshape the laws of this world, become the sun.

At the end of happiness, sadness and despair, ignite the first ray of dawn at the beginning of creation.

It is he who bears the memory of Tethys.

He replaced Annie and embarked on a path of no return.

The blue moon was high in the sky, just like the sky he saw when he first came to Tethys. The once lost foreign traveler had now found his home.

Even if I can’t find the way back home in the end, it doesn’t matter, as long as Annie is here...it is my new home.

It would be difficult to walk this road alone, but if it was for Annie, An Ming was willing to give it a try.

Many people on both sides of the road did not sleep, but gathered in front of the square in advance, waiting for the moment when the ceremony began and witnessing the fate of Tethys with their own eyes.

An Ming had made all the necessary preparations. He stood quietly behind the crowd and saw Annie's back from a long distance.

The figure with long silver hair was as beautiful as when they first met, but now there was a hint of sadness in those clear eyes.

It seems like there is a lot of reluctance, but also like a silent farewell.

The scenes that I once witnessed seemed to be replayed before my eyes again. What kind of mood did 036 have when he stepped onto this glorious stairway to the sky?

Now An Ming understands the meaning of that teardrop, which is... regret.

036 is also a saint. She remembers everything that happened in Tethys in the past five years with her own eyes, but sadly she cannot understand the meaning of those memories.

It was not until the end of the stairs, in the last moments of her life, that she finally understood some simple things.

But it's too late.

This is the saint's destiny and also her fate.

There is no choice but to move forward.

An Ming closed his eyes and listened to the sacred hymn, which seemed to contain people's last hope and future, and once again called for the protection of the gods for Tethys.

Until the steps of the sky fell, Annie climbed up the crystal-clear stairs, just like the final ending of countless five years in the past.

The priests prostrated themselves before the steps and worshipped devoutly, and the people also bowed their heads deeply. No one dared to look up at the steps that were high in the sky under the silver moon.

Only one person was still standing.

The figure walked through the crowds of people, came to the statue of the saint, and pulled out the golden holy sword belonging to the saint with one hand.

If there were no gods above the sky,

He recast the laws of this world with his own hands!

If the gods are high above the sky,

With this sword, he became the godslayer of Thethys!

Zheng——!

A clear sword sound echoed through the sky and pierced the clouds!

The holy sword that only a saint could wield was brazenly pulled up by that ordinary figure.

An Ming calmly watched the moonlight flowing on the sword's edge, and the moonlight on his wrist seemed to resonate with it.

The silent crowd suddenly became agitated. How could someone dare to touch the holy sword?!

"That is... the symbolic sword of the Saint!" Someone's voice trembled with disbelief and panic.

"No, how is this possible? How did he pull out the holy sword?" Someone looked shocked and confused, as if witnessing a divine oracle again.

"Guards! Quick! Capture that blasphemous lunatic!" Someone's voice was angry, as if he had witnessed the destruction of Tethys caused by this.

Surprise, anger, bewilderment, people's eyes intertwined like a tide, focusing on the figure that subverted cognition. An ordinary person actually drew the holy sword in front of the statue of the saint.

The holy sword that symbolizes the supreme authority of God and represents the sharp edge that protects Tethys is actually being pulled up by a mortal at this moment?

In the distant prophecy of Tethys, when the tide of evil engulfs the world, a saint carrying the oracle will pull out the holy sword given by the gods.

Only the messenger bathed in God's grace can wield and display its true power.

This was an iron rule that had existed since ancient times, but it was broken instantly by An Ming. The young man standing in the shadow of the statue of the saint had bright and clear eyes.

Nothing could stop him from moving forward.

Only by carrying the world can Aini be saved, so he will carry the memory and will of Thethys.

He, came to be the sun of Tethys!

The guards of the Holy City held scepters in their hands, and they fell with a terrifying sound of breaking through the air and with powerful force, just as they had suppressed An Ming in the beginning, and surrounded An Ming under the statue from all directions.

An Ming, however, pretended not to hear anything and just gazed at the statue's face tenderly. After all, he was the only one who knew that the so-called sacred Saint Lady in people's eyes was just a cute girl who was a little greedy.

After a crisp sound of "Buzz!"

The eternal moonlight between An Ming's wrist suddenly surged and turned into a golden torrent that penetrated the holy sword.

Following a loud bang, a mighty wave of air like a burning golden flame erupted like a raging tsunami, blowing away all the guards who attacked from mid-air.

Amid the hustle and bustle of the world, only An Ming stood there holding a sword.

And all the people who looked at him were pierced by the burning light in the boy's eyes.

If there really is dawn in the world, it must be the light of fire.

"Only the bright moon remains to remind me of the past"

The young man hummed an unknown ballad in a low voice, holding the sword in one hand, passed through the statue of the saint beside him, and stepped onto the glorious steps leading to the sky step by step.

"Warming wine and meeting bosom friends"

“May I ask how many people in the world know me well?”

An Ming laughed, and his laughter was so hearty. In this world, only Annie could learn his language, and only Annie had ever truly touched the deepest part of his soul.

If there really is a dawn in this world.

It must be the fire in the pupil that ignited the prairie fire!

"Those who stand in my way."

"die."

No one knew the meaning of these four words, but everyone understood An Ming's eyes.

The young man holding the holy sword stretched out his hand and touched the arch of the Sky Stairs. A circle of dazzling golden divine patterns suddenly lit up, blocking him out like an insurmountable barrier.

This is the law of God and the rejection of the world.

Only a saint can reach the end of this path, and no one can desecrate it.

"Give me--"

An Ming held the holy sword upright in front of him, with the tip of the sword pointing to the sky, and the flame deep in his pupils actually began to burn.

"open!"

The roar seemed to be able to tear the sky apart. The holy sword in An Ming's palm turned into golden thunder that cut through heaven and earth, and slashed down fiercely.

The indestructible barrier of God outside the arch collapsed with a sound! Like a glass dome that was smashed to pieces by a giant hammer, the dazzling golden fragments shattered like glass.

In front of everyone, An Ming stepped onto the first step of the stairs. The moment his toes touched the long step, he knew what the price would be to climb the stairs.

Every step forward requires stripping away the memories of Tethys engraved in the soul and injecting them into this long, transparent staircase, until one reaches the end and burns out everything that has been carried by the past five years.

In the distance of the Steps to the Sky, although only a tiny back of Annie can be seen, the long steps paved with her memory have lit up a quarter of the road.

Gazing at the long staircase made of Aini's "memories", he did not hesitate at all. He followed the trajectory illuminated by the memories of his beloved, transformed into a golden meteor flying in the opposite direction and rushed to a higher place.

——Just to touch the unreachable figure in front.

Hundreds of long steps flew past in an instant, and people only saw a burning golden light, rushing along the fateful road that the saint had walked, cutting through the silver moon sky of Tethys.

The tide of bad omen surged endlessly, and in An Ming's burning pupils there was only that silvery figure.

Until that moment, Annie stopped on the long steps, as if a resonance deep in her soul made her look sideways.

And the moment she stopped and looked back, the burning figure passed through the long silver hair blowing in the wind like a meteor.

"this time--"

"I will be the sun of Tethys!"

An Ming's voice echoed in Annie's mind, but in an instant, the figure holding the golden holy sword surpassed her and reached a higher step.

The holy sword burst out with infinite brilliance in his palm, and An Ming turned into a blazing sun that tore through the curtain of fate, leaving Aini completely behind.

The echo of An Ming's words was still stirring in Annie's soul. The moment she saw An Ming's figure, her consciousness instantly turned blank, because she had never thought that An Ming would appear here.

But what followed was an intense fear deep in my heart, the pain of losing something important - "No!"

No one knew better than Aini what a terrible price it would cost to continue upward, which would mean losing everything they had experienced in Tethys.

But... where did An Ming get his strength from? Where did that eternal moonlight come from?

Now is not the time to think about such things. Annie tried her best to catch up with the figure, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not reach it even for a moment.

Instead of shortening the distance, it became even farther under the blazing sun.

Deep in Aini's mind, An Ming's gentle whisper once emerged, "If one day you can see the morning light of Tethys kissing your cheek, it will definitely be the most beautiful moment in the world."

But Tethys had no sun.

And at the end of the sky that I am looking up at now, the sunlight is so dazzling, so dazzling that tears can't stop flowing down my cheeks.

With every step forward, a memory disappears.

An Ming never regretted meeting Aini, he just regretted not falling in love with her earlier.

His memories of Tethys were supposed to be a dark and gloomy future...like a lost empty shell. It was not until he met Aini that his memories began to have color for the first time.

If Annie can't be brought back, those memories will be of no use.

Because of Annie's existence, those memories will shine.

Even if you will be forgotten with every step forward, you must use the last memorable moment to light up the whole world!

The first thing to be stripped away is the smell.

It is the refreshing smell of the loquat tree and the fragrance lingering in Annie's hair.

Then came the sound.

It was Annie's bell-like laughter and her soft whispers as she curled up in his arms.

Then comes the outline.

Annie's face gradually melted away in her mind; her cherry-colored lips, the cute dimples when she smiled, and her eyelashes fluttering when she fell asleep all turned into blurred outlines.

Like a beach washed by the sea, the traces left behind become blurred and collapsed, and finally only muddy sand and gravel remain.

There are long steps, one after another, so long that it seems there is no end in sight.

It was not until the end of the sky suddenly appeared in front of An Ming's eyes that he froze in place.

Why are you standing here?

Why are you holding a sword in your hand?

An Ming closed his eyes tightly, and the next moment, the sound of his heartbeat echoed clearly.

If you forget even your face, then listen to the sound of your heartbeat.

go ahead.

do not stop.

No reason, no reason needed.

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It’s not that I haven’t finished writing it, but yesterday everyone’s call for supplementing it was very enthusiastic, so it’s not that I haven’t finished writing it (I finished it at 4 o’clock