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

"I don't write for others."

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

As Shen Ye finished speaking, the lake water around the small boat suddenly stopped.

All those incomplete names looked at him.

Some were bewildered.

Some were angry.

Some of the names even evoke a sense of resentment and malice.

"Why don't you write it?"

"You can write."

"You have a name."

"You have the spark."

"Finish writing it for me..."

Countless voices pressed in.

Each sound was like a drop of water from Chenming Lake falling onto the Night King's Scripture.

The system prompts an error.

[A group of 10,000 people seeking a peaceful end is forming.]

[If the host refuses, a cold review will be triggered.]

[If the host writes the script, they will bear the burden of ten thousand unfinished works.]

[Warning: Using a ghostwriter to write the final name may result in the Night King's Name Encyclopedia being buried under thousands of names.]

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

"I saw ten thousand people drown in the lake but did not write about it."

"Name is cold."

"Hard-hearted."

"Wang Wuyi".

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

The gray ink solidified into three characters.

[Those with obscure names]

Those three words landed squarely on Shen Ye's brow.

Ye Yu's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Just as the Black Sun Netherfire was about to ignite, Shen Ye raised his hand to stop it.

"Don't burn it yet."

He looked at the lake full of broken names.

"I won't write it for you."

"Because that's not how you're saved."

"It's to condemn you to death."

The remaining name on the lake was shaken.

"Only when it's finished can it end."

Only by ending can one avoid sinking.

Shen Ye shook his head.

"wrong."

"Being written by someone else doesn't mean it's the final title."

"It's called 'closing the coffin'."

Gray ink paused.

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

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

The message "[The unfinished business will be continued by the traveler]" is highlighted.

Then, the new certificate slowly solidified.

[Writing is not a way to save one's name.]

[This was not written by a ghostwriter.]

[A person's final name must be earned through their own efforts; no one else's pen can truly capture their final moment.]

boom!

The three gray characters "[Cold Name]" were blocked in mid-air by black and gold light.

For the first time, the voice inside the coffin at the bottom of the lake changed slightly.

"Without a writer, how can one create something of their own?"

Shen Ye said:

"Then give the pens back to them."

The words fell.

Suddenly, a pale, large hand reached out from the bottom of Shenming Lake.

That hand held countless broken pens.

Each pen tip holds a drop of ink yet to fall.

The reason why the incomplete names on the lake cannot be written is not because they cannot write.

Instead, it was their pens that were being held by this hand.

Guixu growled:

"hand."

The Heavenly Tribulation Eye of Calamity opened.

A gray-white lightning bolt pierced through the lake water.

"The second seat's hand."

Shen Ye gripped his sword.

"Found it."

The sound from the bottom of the lake grew cold:

"Cut off this hand."

"Ten thousand names will never have a pen."

Shen Ye said:

"You have it, but they don't have it either."

He stepped out of the small boat.

The greyish-white lake water instantly reached waist level.

Countless names rushed towards him, trying to drag him to the bottom of the lake.

Night Feather flapped its wings, and the black sun and ghost fire transformed into a black sun, suppressing the gray tide on the lake's surface.

As Zhu Jiu sank into the water's reflection, the Nine Netherworld opened up a dark domain in Chenming Lake for the first time.

Longyuan braced the small boat with both arms to prevent it from being swallowed by the lake water.

The Heavenly Punishment of Calamity locked tightly around the wrist of that pale hand.

Gui Xu's forehead seal lit up, and a golden path home stretched into the lakebed.

"Over here."

Shen Ye sank down the return door line.

The lake water is getting colder and colder.

For every zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) it sank, another gray mark appeared on the Night King's Name Canon.

[Those with obscure names]

[The Refusal to Write]

[The Unrighteous King]

Failure to provide assistance in a life-threatening situation

One gray charge after another was being used to pin Shen Yeming's name on his head.

Shen Ye's eyes remained completely unmoved.

"Criticism is fine."

"Chop off my hand."

Turn the page of the Night King's Classics.

[The name is not my real name] is highlighted.

[Those who are despised are not despised because of their despised status] Lights up.

The black and gold pages protect the real name.

Shen Ye fell to the bottom of the lake.

The pale, large hand was finally fully revealed.

It is not flesh and blood.

It is formed from countless unfinished inkstones.

Each finger is wrapped with thousands upon thousands of silk threads bearing names.

At the end of the silk thread are the incomplete names on the lake surface, missing the final stroke.

Shen Ye raised his sword.

The voice from the coffin at the bottom of the lake was icy cold:

"Cut off your hand."

"That would mean the extermination of ten thousand names."

Shen Ye said:

"What I'm cutting off is your control."

"It's not their pen."

His sword fell.

A grayish-white mark appeared on the palm of a pale hand.

[Substitute for death]

The mark lit up.

Countless survivors screamed in agony at the same time.

If Shen Ye's sword continues to fall, it will indeed injure those names bound to his hands.

The second seat had long ago tied himself to the name of Wanming.

Cutting off the hand is equivalent to cutting off the name.

If they are not executed, their names will be forever lost.

Shen Ye stopped wielding his sword.

The voice from the bottom of the lake said faintly:

"Look."

"You can't cut it."

Shen Ye looked at the "Substitute for the End" seal and suddenly smiled.

"Have you forgotten?"

"I just killed a guy who was carrying stolen goods."

The Night King's Book of Names is opened.

The phrase "Those who steal stolen goods should not be buried with them" is highlighted.

The phrase "The thief's life can be taken, and the stolen goods must be returned" is highlighted.

The message "[When a warehouse collapses, the stolen goods must not be buried with the owner]" is highlighted.

Subsequently, the new certificate was issued.

[Even if the hand is severed at the end of the life, ten thousand people will not be executed.]

[Slay those who control, but not those who name.]

The pen should follow its name, the ink its form.

boom!

The threads of names on the pale, large hand loosened one by one.

Night Feather Black Sun Netherfire burned away the ash and ink along the silk threads, but did not burn away the remaining name.

The shadow of the [End of the Line] seal is locked in the Netherworld by the Candle Nine Nine.

Long Yuan roared and slammed his fist into the lake bottom from the surface, shaking his large hand apart.

The Heavenly Punishment of Calamity and the Eye of Calamity pinned down the true point of severance on the wrist

Guixu opened its mouth and bit the largest Guiming silk thread.

"put."

Click!

The thread broke.

The first broken pen flew out of the pale hand.

It did not fall on Shen Ye.

Instead, it flew towards a fragmented name on the lake.

The name was caught by the broken pen, and the last stroke slowly fell.

It did not sink.

He did not return to Shen Ye.

It only lit up briefly.

Then it transformed into a glimmer of light and flew into the distance.

It's like finally being able to continue on my own path.

The second one.

The third one.

The tenth branch.

Hundreds and thousands of broken pens broke free from the pale, large hand.

Shen Ye raised his sword.

"Now."

"I'll cut off your hand."

The black and gold sword light slashed down.

The pale, large hand broke off at the wrist.

The lakebed trembled violently.

The [End of the Line] seal was crushed into dust by Night King Mingdian.

Countless broken pens flew towards the lake.

On Shenming Lake, large swaths of broken names began to light up.

Some have finished writing.

Some didn't finish writing immediately, but simply held their pens.

But they no longer sought an end with Shen Ye.

They simply bowed slightly to him.

It's not kneeling.

Thank you.

A system notification sounded.

[The second question regarding the final destination has been answered.]

[Establishing a new certificate: Writing non-salvation names.]

[Establishing a new certificate: Witnessing that the document was not written by a ghostwriter.]

[A new testament is established: even if the hand is severed at the end of the term, ten thousand will not be forced to commit suicide.]

[Captured: One finger bone fragment.]

[Second seat authority resolution increased.]

Current resolution: 29%.

[The suppression of 10,000 people at Shenming Lake has been weakened.]

The small boat floated up again.

Shen Ye stepped back to the bow of the boat, drops of gray-white lake water dripping from his body.

The ashes on the Night King's Codex were burned away by the black and gold flames.

The broken pen at the bow of the boat did not disappear.

It lifted up again.

This time, the ink on the brush tip was reduced by half.

The coffin at the bottom of the lake trembled slowly.

The second seat's voice lowered.

"You don't write for others."

"And I'm not allowed to write it for someone else."

"Shen Ye."

"And who will write your final words?"

Ahead of the small boat, the lake water parted to both sides.

A third ferry crossing appeared.

At the end of the ferry crossing is a gray-white stone wall.

On the stone wall are engraved all the names Shen Ye has encountered along the way.

student.

Beastmaster.

The Night King.

The one who holds the fire.

The one who cuts the mat.

Those who share the same understanding.

There is a blank space after each name.

A broken pen hangs from the bow of a boat in front of a stone wall.

[The third question of the final crossing begins.]

[Third stroke: I ask you, of all the names of this body, which will be the final one?]