The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

She parted her lips slightly, gazed into Ning Feng's eyes, and said:

They will come back!

You will definitely fail.

She appeared to offer no resistance, but in fact, she had already put up a fight.

Returning to my most familiar form was all for this step, for the curse!

This is a shaman's curse.

Using the last vestiges of a shamanic goddess as her material, she exhausted all her remaining power and paid any price to curse the god-slayer who killed her.

He was cursed to meet an even more tragic end than himself.

I curse you!

Ning Feng raised his sword and nodded calmly.

"Whatever, I don't care."

Ha ha……

I will be waiting for you at the end of my life...

The sound disappeared, but a twisted smile remained on her face.

She is dead.

After cursing Ning Feng, she met her death.

Feeling a loathsome shackle placed upon his soul, Ning Feng lowered his eyes and did not try to break free. Instead, he whispered:

"Really... don't talk so intimately, we're not that close."

With a relaxed smile, Ning Feng severed the head of the shaman goddess's corpse without hesitation.

"If you're going, you should go alone."

Ning Feng caught the flying head directly, preventing it from hitting the ground.

Ning Feng raised his head without hesitation and turned to walk towards the central chariot.

(Do you really want to do this? You know very well what the consequences will be, right?)

(You'll provoke them, and everything will become even more uncontrollable. Do you really want to do it?)

This time, there was no demon that transformed into a black cat to thoughtfully and repeatedly confirm his feelings.

Only one voice whispered in my mind, questioning:

(Are you really ready?)

Ning Feng knew.

That was his own voice.

So he answered:

"Whether you're prepared or not, this is something you have to do."

Thinking about everything he had experienced along the way, thinking about the madness he had gone through and heard about.

他 说:

"It absolutely has to be done."

There was no answer, and the voice disappeared, never to be heard again.

Ning Feng glanced at the goddess's head with its eerie smile in his hand and chuckled softly:

"It seems you're destined to be disappointed."

"Because no matter what, we are bound to win."

If you consider this disobedience, then so be it.

Humanity will endure, even in its defiance...

Thinking of this, Ning Feng suddenly laughed.

"Ha! They've been blasphemers for a long time, what's the point of talking about disobedience..."

They've already done enough blasphemy, what's the point of all this rambling?

Hahahaha!

As Ning Feng slowly walked into everyone's view, he suddenly burst into laughter. Holding the head of the god, he shouted to the sky:

"Humanity, live on!"

Without any preconditions, we will live on forever!

If the gods disagree, then we will not hesitate to destroy all the gods!

card!

!

As if in response to Ning Feng's blasphemous words, a blood-red lightning bolt appeared in the sky and struck down towards Ning Feng!

The lightning struck, but vanished just three feet above Ning Feng's head.

Ning Feng remained unmoved, gazing at the exposed starry sky above.

The stars shone brightly at that moment, bursting forth with dazzling light.

Ning Feng vaguely heard the sound.

It was indescribable babbling, a silent roar, without any denunciation of his sins.

As the stars drew near, like stars about to fall from the sky, he knew...

The stars are coming.

"They are coming back."

(Volume 5, The Coming of the Stars, End.)

A brief summary of Book 5, "The Next Stars".

This volume is finally finished.

Drum, clap your hands...

Exhaustion is like running a long-distance race that leaves you completely worn out; you know you can't run anymore, but you still have to keep going.

I'm about to start rambling on to myself again. I don't know if anyone will read this simple summary that I wrote with some effort, but I did put a lot of thought into it.

I'm writing this partly to explain what I want to express, and partly to organize my thoughts.

Anyway, thank you all for listening to my rambling.

(bow--)

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In summary, this is a volume that has been fraught with hardship.

In terms of word count, it went from 346 to 445 chapters, exactly 100 chapters.

Yes, all of this was within my meticulous calculations!

(Actually, no—)

I started writing this volume of 210,000 words on October 6, 2022. I took more than a month to go on vacation back in China, so I didn't finish it until December 18, 2022, which took almost two and a half months.

Although there were significant problems with the update, I managed to finish writing it, albeit with some stumbles along the way.

The good news is that after a month-long vacation back home, although I've gained a lot of weight, my physical condition is much better than before.

They should be able to live a little longer! (Subjectively speaking)

The bad news is, this volume left me feeling lost.

It's genuine confusion, even... pain.

There are reasons for this, including my subjectively fragile Dao heart that has been broken and patched up repeatedly, as well as some objective reasons.

Let's not talk about those old, troubling issues like keeping up with reading and grades.

I'm really tired of talking.

I've said it many, many times, and the conclusion is that those who want to watch will watch no matter what, and those who don't want to watch won't watch no matter how much I say.

I am now like a rosebud waiting to bloom—I've come to terms with it.

Let's not talk about those sad things anymore. Let's mainly talk about what I want to write in this volume.

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The overall tone of the previous volume, the fourth volume, "The Demon King," was "hope mixed with sadness and despair."

Following this volume, the fifth volume has an even more somber tone than the previous ones.

The underlying theme of this volume is—"madness".

It's not just a simple, individual case of mental madness, but a complex and multifaceted kind of madness.

First, [human madness].

Having lost his friend Song Yishun, the dwarf axe warrior Tataka, filled with grief and indignation, resolutely took up his weapon again and returned to the battlefield.

Grand Duke Hanci possesses two twisted and incongruous sides: he employs the most radical command methods, yet he is most concerned about the deaths of his subordinates.

Led by Cole, those soldiers who voluntarily stepped onto the battlefield also possessed a certain degree of "madness."

Humans are insane.

Second, [The Madness of Extraordinary Creatures]

A distorted faith: when a thousand years of unwavering devotion is twisted and deformed by the passage of time, what will be left in the end?