Starting with SSS-rank talent, I contracted the Forbidden Ferocity.

[First question: In this life, is there anything left unfinished?]

A broken pen hangs from the bow of the boat.

The drop of gray ink at the tip of the pen was only three inches away from Shen Ye's brow.

The small boat moved forward silently.

On the lake, countless incomplete names drifted with the boats.

Every name is missing one stroke.

Each name seemed to be waiting for Shen Ye to speak.

The system prompts an error.

[The first question about the final name has been detected.]

If the answer is "no," the candidate will be deemed eligible for final recognition.

[Risk: The host's real name has been prematurely sealed, terminating all subsequent paths.]

If the answer is "yes," the unfinished business will become a sinking anchor.

[Risk: The host may be dragged into the Lake of Fame.]

Shen Ye stared at the drop of gray ink.

"No answer, it's because you wrote it to death."

"The answer is yes, I was dragged away by you."

The lake was calm.

The voice from within the coffin sounded faintly:

"No one is without their imperfections."

"His name is not yet finished."

"Those whose names are yet to be written should go to the lake and wait to be written."

Shen Ye looked up.

"have."

The words fell.

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The entire Shenming Lake suddenly sank.

The gray-white lake water surged.

Stone anchors emerged from beneath Shen Ye's feet.

The first one.

The last item of the unknown beast's name has not been returned.

The second one.

[Only half of the Garden of Beasts remains.]

The third one.

The second seat has not yet been secured.

The fourth one.

The first seat is yet to be determined.

The fifth one.

The source behind the door remains unbroken.

The sixth one.

The five beasts ultimately failed to complete their journey.

The seventh one.

The situation on the Eastern Xia front is not yet settled.

One stone anchor after another was placed on Shen Ye's name.

The small boat sank.

The lake water rose above the edge of the boat and climbed up to Shen Ye's ankles.

A cold, gray feeling crept up into my bones.

Night Feather Black Sun Netherfire ignited, but was pressed down an inch by the lake water.

The candles spread out across the underworld, yet no shadow appeared on the lake's surface.

Long Yuan braced himself on the small boat with both hands, the wooden planks beneath his feet cracking underfoot.

Jie Chen closed his eyes to listen to the tribulation, and the Heavenly Punishment Tribulation Eye on his forehead trembled continuously.

Gui Xu's forehead glowed with the seal of the Returning Gate, firmly anchoring the small boat's return journey.

The voice from the coffin sounded again:

"Too much is left unfinished."

"One should not seek fame."

"Enter the lake."

"Waiting for the end."

The lake water was already up to Shen Ye's knees.

The stone anchors were getting heavier and heavier.

Every unfinished task felt like it was dragging him to the bottom of a lake.

Shen Ye smiled.

"Who says unfinished business is an anchor?"

The greyish-white lake water paused.

Shen Ye raised his hand, and the Night King's Codex unfolded.

【Not yet defeated】lights up.

[My name is not yet finished, I will continue to write it] Lights up.

[Fame Through Travel] lights up.

He looked at the first stone anchor at his feet.

"The last payment has not been received."

"That's why I'm here to get it."

The black and gold lettering fell down.

The stone anchor vibrated.

Guixu took a step forward, pressing his claws onto the stone anchor.

"This is a road sign."

It's not an anchor.

It's a road sign.

boom!

The first stone anchor cracked open, transforming into a golden road sign that fell into the Guixu's forehead, resembling the Guimen seal.

Shen Ye looked at the second one.

"Not even half the courtyard is complete."

"So we'll continue collecting."

The order for the Myriad Beasts Half Court lit up.

The flame of shared destiny ignites from the classics.

The second stone anchor transformed into a fiery red road sign.

Night Feather flapped its wings, and the black sun and ghostly fire suppressed the lake water.

"The fire that was never extinguished."

"It can still be burned."

The third stone anchor lit up.

The second seat has not yet been secured.

Shen Ye raised his sword.

"It's still alive."

"It's not my shortcoming."

"It's its countdown."

The black and gold sword light fell.

The stone anchor cracked and turned to ash.

The Heavenly Punishment of Calamity shines upon the bottom of the lake.

"It's doomed."

The fourth one.

The first seat is yet to be determined.

Shen Ye said:

"Investigate if you don't understand."

"If found, execute them."

Long Yuan grinned and smashed the anchor face with both fists.

"Simple."

The fifth one.

The source behind the door remains unbroken.

As Zhu Jiujiu sank into the lake from the Netherworld, he finally locked a wisp of gray-white water ripples.

"The source lies deep within."

"Even in the depths there are shadows."

The sixth one.

The five beasts ultimately failed to complete their journey.

The names of the five covenants lit up simultaneously.

Night Feather.

Candle Nine.

Longyuan.

Calamity.

Return to the ruins.

Shen Ye did not answer for them.

The five beasts stepped forward on their own.

"Leave before it's done."

"If the battle is not over, then let it begin."

"He returned before the matter was concluded."

The sixth stone anchor shattered.

The seventh one.

The situation on the Eastern Xia front is not yet settled.

Shen Ye looked up.

Outside the lake, five outer anchors faintly glowed.

Thunder.

sword.

sea.

For a thousand autumns.

Old night.

They did not provide a name for Shen Ye.

Just follow the path home.

Shen Ye's voice was calm:

"The front lines are not yet cleared."

"So I can't sink yet."

The Night King's Classics turned abruptly.

The new certificate has been issued.

[Unfinished, not yet finished.]

[Waiting to go, not waiting to be buried.]

[The target is not debt.]

[Unfinished business shall be continued by the traveler, and shall not be kept by the lake.]

boom!

All the stone anchors shattered simultaneously.

They did not disappear.

Instead, they transformed into road signs, hanging on both sides of the small boat.

The small boat floated up again.

The lake water receded.

The broken pen on the bow of the ship shook violently.

The drop of gray ink ultimately did not fall onto Shen Ye's brow.

Instead, it fell upon the Night King's Name Book.

Write it down in one stroke.

【Row】

A system notification sounded.

[First question of the final crossing has been answered.]

[New evidence established: Incomplete, not sunk.]

[Establish a new certificate: the target is not debt.]

[A new testament is established: unfinished tasks are to be continued by the practitioner.]

[Second seat authority resolution increased.]

Current resolution: 21%.

[The pollution from the final post has been reduced.]

The small boat continued sailing towards the center of the lake.

On the lake, those incomplete names suddenly came to life.

One.

ten.

One hundred.

Thousands.

Countless unwritten names rose from the lake and surrounded the small boat.

They have no eyes.

But it seemed like everyone was looking at Shen Ye.

"Finish writing it for me..."

"Help me finish the pen..."

"I also want to remain anonymous..."

Countless sounds overlapped, like a gray-white tide.

The broken pen on the bow of the boat was raised again.

A system warning popped up.

[The second question of the final crossing begins.]

[Warning: If you undertake to make amends for the deaths of ten thousand people, the unfinished business of those ten thousand people will be added to the host's name registry.]

[Warning: If you refuse to witness, the Second Seat will sentence you to oblivion and ingratitude.]

The pen tip is suspended after the break.

From the coffin at the bottom of the lake, the voice softly resounded:

[Second line: If you see ten thousand people drowned in the lake, would you be willing to write their final names?]

Shen Ye looked at the lake full of broken names.

A moment of silence.

Then grip the sword.

"I don't write for others."

The countless fragments of names on the lake trembled simultaneously.

Shen Ye raised his eyes and looked at the gray-white coffin in the center of the lake.

"But I can cut off the hand that writes."