He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Chen Dou was sent flying again.

His left arm was shattered into powder, three ribs were broken, and his internal organs had been ruptured.

But he was still struggling to get up.

His gaze fell on Chen Ya.

Chen Ya was being slapped away by that old destiny.

The grayish-white light exploded on her body, and she was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, one of her cyan-gold wings breaking off.

Chen Dou's eyes reddened.

He rushed forward, trying to stop the old destiny that was chasing Chen Ya.

Before he could get close, he slapped himself on the back and crashed to the ground.

The black and white earth cracked open with countless fissures.

Chen Dou lay in the crevice, black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushing from his mouth.

He looked up at Chen Ya.

Chen Ya was also looking at him.

Something was churning in those bluish-gold eyes.

She slowly stood up.

The old destiny stood before her, raising his hand, a grayish-white light gathering in his palm.

The light was aimed at Chen Ya's brow.

Upon seeing this, Chen Dou roared and tried to rush over.

But he couldn't move.

His body was shattered, his strength stripped away, and only his last willpower remained to sustain him.

"Aya!"

He shouted.

Chen Ya did not turn around.

She simply raised her hand.

When she raised her hand, the old destiny opposite her paused slightly, as if sensing something.

But Chen Ya did not attack that old destiny.

She turned around.

Facing Chen Dou.

The last wisp of True Phoenix Flame gathered in her palm, its azure-gold light dancing in her hand, as faint as a lamp that could be blown out by the wind at any moment.

Chen Dou was stunned.

"Aya?"

His voice was trembling.

Chen Ya looked at him.

Something was slowly cracking on that cold, aloof face.

"I said that."

Her voice was very soft.

"The next time we meet, I will kill you."

Chen Dou's pupils dilated suddenly.

"What...?"

"Transcendence does not require weaknesses."

Chen Ya said.

Her voice trembled, but her hands did not.

"With you here, the Way of Heaven can influence me through you."

"With you here, I can never truly transcend."

"so……"

Her tears welled up without warning.

She was in tears.

But she still raised her hand, and the cyan-gold light pressed towards Chen Dou's brow.

"So you must die."

Chen Dou looked at her.

There was no fear, no resentment, in those eyes, one black and one gold.

He just looked at her, just like he always did when he was a child, quiet, gentle, and with an unwavering trust.

"Aya".

He called her name.

Chen Ya placed her palm on his forehead.

A bluish-gold light entered his brow.

Chen Dou's body stiffened.

His gaze went blank for a moment, his mind shattered, his soul fragmented, as if something had broken him from the inside.

He did not struggle.

He kept looking at her.

Until the very end.

"Brother doesn't blame you."

His lips moved, but the sound was so faint it was almost inaudible.

Then he transformed into countless tiny specks of light, dissipating into the black and white world.

Chen Ya stood still.

Her hand was still hovering over where Chen Dou's forehead had been.

The tear that slid down her cheek landed silently on the black and white earth.

She stood there for a long time.

Then she looked up.

The tear stains on her face were still there, but her eyes had turned cold again.

Utterly cold.

The Heavenly Emperor watched this scene unfold and wanted to intervene.

But he was so tightly bound to his past self that he had no room to breathe.

He could only watch.

Watching Chen Ya kill Chen Dou with her own hands.

Watching her turn around, facing that old destiny.

Watching her burn everything.

Chen Ya's body began to glow.

That is the light of transcendence.

She no longer suppressed the power within her body. The true meaning she had gleaned from the laws of creation and life, all the insights she had accumulated over the past three years, and the laws that belonged to her past destiny but had been rekindled in this life, all transformed into pure light without any attributes.

The light emanated from her body, tearing a hole in the black and white world.

The light surged out from the tear in the black and white world, extending into the distance.

Heaven did not stop it.

It simply watched quietly, and quietly made way for them.

It was as if it too was expecting something.

Chen Ya's detachment went smoothly.

The light grew brighter and purer, and she was completely absorbed into it, her form beginning to blur, as if she were about to transform into an eternal ray of light.

She felt her consciousness rising, breaking free from the framework of this world, and extending towards farther places.

She saw it.

She saw the outside of this world, she saw the boundaries of the entire world.

No, she saw more.

She saw it—

Then, half of her turned black and white.

There were no signs whatsoever.

There was no pain, no tearing, and no fluctuation of force.

Half of her body was still bluish-gold, while the other half had turned pure gray-white.

It resembles the face of that bygone destiny.

It also resembled the aura of the Calamity Heaven Path.

Chen Ya's consciousness froze.

That consciousness, which was originally sublimating and breaking free from the framework of the world, suddenly stopped.

She looked down at her hands, which were half blue-gold and half gray-white.

Why...?

Her voice was trembling.

"Why is that...?"

Then, an old and cold voice rang out from within her own body.

The voice came from the right half of her body, from the gray-white patterns, from that half that didn't belong to her.

"Because the old destiny has never been restored."

Er Tiandao spoke.

"It is I who have recovered."

Chen Ya's pupils suddenly contracted.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

"In that battle, the old destiny truly perished along with it."

The will of the Heavenly Dao flowed slowly within her body, as if admiring some extremely beautiful sight.

"But after they perished together, the old destiny burned everything away, and there was no possibility of returning."

"And I, though fallen, have never truly perished."

"And then, you were born."

"Your soul, your body, your talents, everything about you."

"They are all my containers."

Chen Ya's body began to tremble.

"so……"

Her voice was barely audible.

"You're the one who revived inside me..."

"right."

The Way of Calamity says.

"From the moment you were born, I have been a part of you."

"You were never the destiny of the past, you have always been me."

Chen Ya stood amidst the interwoven black, white, and cyan-gold light, looking as if she had been cleaved in two.

Half of it is the shell of the old destiny, and the other half is the vessel of the calamity of heaven.

She lowered her head, looking at her gray hand, the fingertips still warm from Chen Dou's last touch.

It's gone.

"so……"

Her voice was trembling.

"I am the pawn."

E Tiandao did not answer.

The silence itself is the answer.

Chen Ya's lips moved, as if she had a lot to say, but couldn't say anything.

Her right side was completely grayish-white, and that grayish-white was slowly spreading, gradually swallowing up the remaining bluish-gold color.

Her voice trembled slightly.

"Was it all fake from the beginning?"

The voice of E Tiandao came from within her body, old, cold, and with a condescending indifference.

"What's fake?"

"Those memories," Chen Ya said, "that great battle millions of years ago."

"The old destiny and the calamity of Heaven will perish together."

"Taking their true spirit, they enter the cycle of reincarnation."

"Are these all fake?"

"The memories are real," Er Tiandao said, "but you're not the main character."