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Even after all the shadows on the sea had disappeared, the rain still hadn't stopped.

So, what exactly is the reason...?

Perhaps it's because some people's regrets haven't subsided.

At this moment, Huang Quan revealed the meaning of the Blood Sin Spirit word for word, just as the old man had said before.

【So this is ah. 】

I... am already dead.

The scene shifts, as if we've arrived at the other side.

Beside Huang Quan, who had switched to a white-haired, crimson-red state, stood a mass of blood-sin spirit born from the void.

Upon seeing this, the audience couldn't help but sigh.

"Holy crap, so he's also a phantom of the Blood Sin Spirit?"

"This plot twist gave me goosebumps."

"In life, he watched over the dead; after death, he became a spirit of bloodlust, repeating his act of watching over the deceased."

"That hunting star must have been obtained by Huang Quan here."

"This old man seemed quite extraordinary in his lifetime. He participated in the assassination plot against the Great Lord of Annihilation and even received the hunting medal in the end."

As a rebel against nothingness, Huang Quan is now guarding the path to nothingness, guiding every life unwilling to step into it back to its origin.

But if this is exactly what the deceased hoped for, would you still want it changed?

I don't know. But someone once told me that one day he would pass away, and he hoped that at that time...

Someone will lay a bouquet of flowers at his grave.

Even if...it's meaningless?

Some things, even if they seem meaningless, still need to be done. I've experienced too many similar things.

At this moment, the conversation between the two had completely switched.

From the very beginning when Huang Quan asked the old man about the meaning of watching over things, to now when Huang Quan answers using the old man's words.

This meaningless vigil made Huang Quan realize the meaning of nothingness, and it was this meaningless vigil that would save Pinocone, light-years away, in the future.

Please extend your hand, and then close your eyes.

I will carry your wish forward and fulfill it. Only in this way can I resolve this last regret on the shores of the Dead Sea.

In the image, Huang Quan in the upper left corner extends his right hand, which has turned crimson, to guide the souls of the dead. Crystal-clear raindrops fall on his fingertips, as if they are tears shed for the deceased.

Will I ever see them again?

It definitely will.

[Because you were the one who told me all this: about that train, your two former companions, the pioneering work that ended with the insect plague, your narrow escape from death, and your encounter with the sea patrolman...]

And there's that hometown I can never return to, Pinocchio.

At this moment, Huang Quan's words flowed through the audience's brains like an electric current, causing everyone's pupils to tremble.

"Huh? A train?"

"Holy crap, a train, two companions, the insect plague pioneers, isn't that Tiernan?"

"Oh my god, they're one of our own?!"

"That's Tiernan? So he didn't die during that pioneering expedition, but was rescued by the sea rangers?"

"This is amazing! I never knew there was a section of it preserved here!"

"No wonder Huang Quan went to Pinocchio, so that's why!"

"Amazing, absolutely amazing! I'm starting to understand everything!"

"Pinocone, a hometown I can never return to!"

On the train, Pam, having learned the truth, began uncontrollably shedding her little pearls. At that moment, she truly didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

March 7th, who was holding Pam, unusually did not disturb her, but was filled with emotion.

Mikhail would probably have been very happy if he had known that Tirnan was still alive.

When Huang Quan mentioned his hometown, Tirnan also expressed his feelings.

Yes, countless times... I was turned away by my family, forced to let it slip through my fingers.

But I know my companions are still there... all alone...

Mikhail...are you still there...?

This passage mentioning Mikhail deeply moved the audience.

"Waaaaah, he still remembers his friends who stayed in Pinocchio!"

"It's so touching to see this. No matter how far apart they are, they still think of each other!"

"That family is truly despicable; they even took Tirnan into their clutches."

"Thanks to that bullet, Tirnan finally returned to his homeland and will once again save it!"

"My goodness, the ending of the plot was absolutely amazing!"

"I weep for the departed, like a surging tide, to lead you home!"

Take my hand and come with me. We... will leave this place.

You will embark on a very, very long road, and all you see is darkness, but do not be afraid, for you will see a glimmer of red at the end of that road.

That is the color of existence; follow it, and it will guide you. In this way, you will surely meet again under the sunlight.

【Thanks...】

May death end your long dream... and lead you back to the world of wakefulness.

The scene then shifts to the moment when Sand Gold died in the dream.

That illusory sun seemed to be right before my eyes, occupying the horizon as far as my eyes could see.

This is one of the myriad manifestations of the slumbering formless, and also the exit for the conscious to bid farewell to nothingness.

Therefore, let us bid farewell here for the last time.

As the star moves forward, Pinocchio encounters a series of phantom figures, until finally, Firefly poses the initial question.

Why does life sleep?

Although the answer to this question remains unknown, or perhaps this is the answer itself, people must now wake up from their dream.

At this moment, Huang Quan was ready to use his power. Only when everyone in Pinocchio's dream was in dire straits could they instinctively unleash their power to save themselves.

It is precisely because of this selfish instinct that people will fight with all their might, even knowing they are making a futile resistance. Despite its absurdity, this too is a form of resistance.

[Then, Star... you shall guide the way for all, not as a savior, but as an unsung hero among mortals.]

In this way, you will surely be able to meet under the sun.

Chapter 320 The True Name of the Underworld, A Single Slash Shatters the Dream

With the operation imminent, Huang Quan asked Xing a few final questions.

At the same time, a long, melodious tune, tinged with a hint of sorrow, began to play in the background.

In your dreams so far, you have forged unbreakable bonds with many people and many things.

Would you be afraid to sever this connection with your own hands?

Just like the question at the beginning of their first encounter, Huang Quan at this moment seems to be asking the stars, but it also seems to be asking himself a question, inquiring about the meaning of resisting nothingness.

Would you be willing to settle down in this dream?

If dreams are destined to shatter and the ending is already predetermined, would you still be willing to embark on a journey?

Having experienced the Pinocchio trip, Xing now gives a firm answer.

Just like the all-encompassing shadow, even the most sublime beliefs seem insignificant under its shadow.

But behind the shadows, there must also exist the most intense light sources in the world.

There is nothingness only where there is existence, and there is shadow only where there is light.

Just as every life heading towards death is growing passionately, towards the end of nothingness...

We chase after that first light.

To exist in nothingness yet watch over people as they leave it—this is the absurd and meaningless mission of the Yellow Springs.

The scene then switches to Tiernan, who asks Huang Quan a question.

Even if the future you create may not belong to you?

It may not belong to me, but it will definitely belong to someone else.

How difficult your past must have been...

Since that's the case, let me do something meaningless...

Finally, please tell me your name.

Perhaps the next moment Tirnan will disappear, and no one will remember this conversation or Huang Quan's answer.

But I still believe... your name should be remembered...

And this universe... will remember it.

The audience was also infected by the atmosphere.

"Yes, your name should be remembered! And this universe will remember you for us!"

"Witnesses come to witness, and journalists are born to remember."

"True name revealed!"

Huang Quan did not refuse this, for those precious memories of the past were the starting point of her journey and the red origin of her life.

That's my name...

[Mei, the guardian of the River of Forgetfulness.]

It sounds very ordinary, and doesn't seem to have any special meaning; it's just a common name in the style of Izumo Province.

However, the story along the way has already given this name a unique meaning.

From then on, whenever someone heard this name, they would think of the story of the Yellow Springs.

At that moment, there was another special audience member whose thoughts were wandering elsewhere.

The scene then shifts, and the story begins to unfold in the performance phase.

Raindrops fell, hitting the calm surface of the lake.

Then Huang Quan turned around and looked back at the flawless face beneath the silver hair, a fleeting but breathtaking glimpse.

The golden dream is about to begin to stir.

As Huang Quan spoke, a variation of the Pinocchio theme began to play in the background, the gradually increasing drumbeats perfectly stirring the audience's emotions.

People began to look up at the sky, because miraculously, it started to rain during this beautiful dream.

The wind whipped the brim of his hat, causing Potio to look up as well.

In the dim light, a cowboy on the lighthouse could be seen holding onto the railing with one hand, ready to sound the horn of counterattack.

In the long night to come, you will likely encounter many setbacks and witness numerous tragedies.

Finally, all that remained in sight was black and white.

Turning away, Huang Quan brushed past Xing.

Meanwhile, red lightning began to flash amidst the heavy rain in Pinocchio.

Seeing this, the cowboy drew his pistol and fired the medal from the Ranger into the air!

A purple arc of light streaked across the sky, issuing a call to all the rangers to assemble!

Huang Quan also began to draw his long sword. The mysterious patterns engraved on the crimson blade were revealed, and black and red lightning flashed across the blade from time to time. The long sword, which was almost as long as his height, was completely unsheathed at this moment!