American comic: I, JoJo, am going to heaven!

"A perfect match... Is this what they mean by the cyclical nature of all things?"

Jon stared blankly at the tornado that fit perfectly into the large hole in the scroll.

Is this the scene that the sage saw back then? Did he also walk the same path?

He didn't know if the sage had witnessed this spectacle, but he knew very well that the hardships along the way were no joke.

Once he gets back to New York, he needs to get some rest. This period has been too stimulating, and his heart can't take it anymore.

Suddenly, Jon, who had been floating steadily above the tornado, swayed violently.

"What?!" His pupils constricted sharply. "Could it be that the rotating force conducted by the iron ball is almost exhausted... Oh no!"

"not good!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was instantly blown away by the tornado, like a rag doll.

"Don't eat the pickled radish!" Jon crossed his arms in front of him.

The problem now is that he can't fly at all, and he has nowhere to get leverage in the air. Does that mean he can only free fall?

No! He has one last trick up his sleeve.

In other words, he can neither control the direction nor decide where he will land, so he can only use that one move.

That is--

"We have no choice but to tough it out!" Jon's eyes sharpened. "I think I can hold on!"

Among the Joestars, every JoJo has an incredibly thick health bar; Jotaro's body was pierced through with several large holes, yet he was still able to stand up.

He could definitely do it too, but as Jon saw the land getting closer and closer, his face was filled with regret!

If only he hadn't acted impulsively! But regret was useless at this point!

Just as he was about to hit the ground, Star Platinum suddenly cushioned his fall from behind, reducing the damage.

"Ugh—!!!"

The blue-green figure flew backwards across the desert, leaving a long trail in its wake.

"cough!"

Jon Snow suddenly coughed up blood, and the tiny wounds on his body burst open.

A few seconds later, he finally stopped, but the feeling of being thrown like a dart was really unpleasant.

"I finally survived..." He staggered to his feet, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Cough cough..."

Breathing, breathing, the rhythm must not be disrupted... absolutely not, otherwise...

He kept silently reminding himself.

The impact just now probably damaged his internal organs; he could clearly feel his consciousness gradually fading.

If he stopped using the Ripple Breathing Technique now, he would probably faint in the next second.

But Jon must not fall; his work is not yet finished!

Just as Jon's vision blurred—

Under the moonlight, a faint red light was flickering on a stone pillar not far away.

With eyesight far exceeding that of humans, he could clearly see that it was an Aja Red Stone embedded in a stone pillar!

But this Aja redstone is different from the others; its crystal has a distinct cross pattern inside.

Without a doubt... that's what Jon has been searching for but has never been able to find!

"That's...!" Jon's pupils constricted, "The true, perfect Aja Redstone!"

When you see something you've been searching for.

At that moment!

His body was instantly filled with adrenaline, and ripples flowed spontaneously, suppressing the excruciating pain throughout his body and supporting him to continue forward.

Without a doubt, when Jon is in dire straits, his adrenaline will carry him out of the fray!

"The perfect Aja Redstone..."

Jon gritted his teeth and, dragging his swaying body, moved step by step toward the devil's palm.

Once he obtains the perfect Aja Redstone, he can use his life energy to heal himself!

Tick, tick.

Blood dripped continuously from his body, leaving a series of shocking bloody footprints in the desert.

Such a massive amount of bleeding would have killed an ordinary person long ago, even if it were only half of that amount.

But is Jon Snow an ordinary person? No! He is not; he is Joestar, who unexpectedly inherited the bloodline of a vampire.

The vampire bloodline, which was originally impossible to be inherited, was actually inherited by Jon Snow on that day, which was a miracle in itself.

It's no exaggeration to say that Jon Yowick is the Son of Miracles!

"Well......"

Jon took a difficult step, pressing one hand tightly against his chest.

Almost there... just a few more steps... just a few more steps!

At this moment, he wasn't even sure if he would survive, but only one obsession remained in his hazy mind—

that is!

Even if it means death, he wants to die in the clutches of a demon!

In this way, all the efforts will not have been in vain.

The only pity is that... this life, which was desperately saved by his fallen comrades, will ultimately have to be returned to death.

But Jon had no regrets! This was the path he had chosen!

Only three steps left!

Jon's eyes were bloodshot, his breathing grew weaker and weaker, but the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Just then, due to disordered breathing, the pain relief effect suddenly subsided.

"Well--!"

His forehead veins bulged, and his muscles spasmed from the excruciating pain. In these final three steps, his body completely betrayed him.

"hateful!"

Just two steps away from the devil's grasp—at the most crucial moment—his body collapsed.

Pfft!

Jon fell heavily to the ground, the light in his eyes quickly fading.

"Is it just one step away?"

He struggled to reach out towards the redstone, his fingertips just a hair's breadth away from the perfect Aja redstone.

"It's all for naught... after all!"

Filled with endless resentment, his consciousness sank into darkness.

After a long while, wisps of golden smoke slowly rose from Jon Snow's body—a sign that his golden soul was about to leave his body.

Just then, a sudden gust of wind swept across the desert, and a fierce storm raged.

As the sandstorm swept by, it took the opportunity to swirl away the sand in front of Jon.

Driven by the strong winds, a section of dried limb gradually emerged from the sand.

As the wind picked up, more and more of the withered body became visible.

Finally, a withered arm appeared right in front of Jon's fingertips!

The true nature of this thing is the remains of the saint recorded in the scroll—the one who created this demonic palm!

Click.

The saint's fingers suddenly twitched consciously.

Then, as if sensing something, it crawled toward Jon's palm.

15 centimeters... 10 centimeters... 5 centimeters... The distance is gradually decreasing.

But when it was only one centimeter away, it suddenly stopped.

Then, as if in a mischievous mood, it extended a finger and gently touched the tip of Jon's outstretched finger—

Like the fusion ritual of the Dragon Balls, the saint's remains instantly turned into liquid and completely merged into Jon Snow's body!

From then on, the two became inseparable and merged into one.

Thump, thump, Jon's heart pounded twice.

Not far away, the scattered blood seemed to be drawn back into Jon's body by some inexplicable magnetic force.

As time passed, his pale face gradually regained its color, and a phantom slowly materialized beside him—

"Euro!"

The Star of Platinum appeared on its own!

Without Jon Snow's summoning! This is impossible! Yet it is indeed reality!

This is a miracle caused by the saint's remains actively summoning a substitute while the host is unconscious.

"Euro!"

Star Platinum looked down at the unconscious Jon Snow. As a Stand with its own consciousness, it acted without hesitation—

Its arm gradually became ethereal, piercing straight through Jon's chest cavity and grasping his heart, which was on the verge of stopping!

Clench your fist, loosen it, clench it again... loosen it again!

Boom!Boom!

My heart was pounding like a war drum, and blood was being pumped throughout my body!

Under the combined effects of the life-saving power of the saint's remains and the artificial pacing of the Platinum Star—

Jon suddenly opened his eyes, and his unfocused pupils refocused!

"Um......?"

Jon sat up abruptly and looked down at his chest.

Platinum Star's arm was still embedded in his chest, and a warm current was still flowing from his right palm.

"This is....."

Although he didn't know what had happened, at that moment, Jon understood only one thing:

He miraculously survived! No matter how desperate or difficult the process was, he, Jon Yowick, ultimately crossed the line between life and death!

"really....."

Jon slowly clenched his fist, his lips first slightly raised, then widened into a maniacal laugh!

"Hahaha... Hahaha—!!!"

"Wryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!"

He stood up, opened his arms, and his scarlet eyes burned with a frightening fervor.

If anyone else were present at that moment, they would surely be shocked by his expression.

That crazy and incredibly alluring smile was exactly like Dio Brando's back then!

"I knew it! Hahahaha!"

"As expected—I, Jon Yowick, am the chosen one, a born powerhouse!!!"