Chapter 85

"What preparations?"

Meixue was not aware of the determination the Dragon of the Waxing Moon had made in front of him, nor the complex gaze it had directed at him, but he could hear the resolute will in its weathered voice.

It was a resolve that would not waver even if the heavens fell and the seas dried up, a vow that would stand even if the stars fell from the sky and the mountains and rivers vanished, a guardian's solemn pledge to watch over the last remnants of the primordial world.

Even as the stars shifted and the world changed, even if the sky was no longer the same, the Dragon of the Waxing Moon did not give up. It still waited, dragging its broken and battered body.

Finally, it waited for the one it had been waiting for, the one who could entrust its grand vow to, the only one with a hope of accomplishing this task.

Just as it had asked, it did not need Meixue to promise to complete this almost impossible mission, but only to know if he was willing.

In this world, the most important things to anyone can either be recovered or lost forever.

If you lost the most important thing, would you want to recover it? Would you be willing to do anything, to go to any lengths to get it back?

Even if it was something that even gods and saints could not achieve, something that could never reverse the wheel of fate.

The question the Dragon of the Waxing Moon asked Meixue was the answer to all of this.

If you truly wanted to recover it.

If you truly wanted to create that miracle from the depths of your heart.

Even if it was a taboo of heaven and earth, only someone who genuinely believed they "wanted" it would give that answer.

What the Dragon of the Waxing Moon wanted to see was that "persistence," something it needed, and something Meixue needed most.

Even if it required reversing the will of heaven, conquering all the seas and mountains, and creating a miracle that no one could achieve, with that "persistence," everything was possible.

That was the starting point, the most precious thing it saw in Meixue's eyes.

With that look, everything was enough.

"Although our time together has been short, our connection is truly wondrous."

"I never thought there would be a day when I would choose to end my own life." The Dragon of the Waxing Moon's voice slowly softened. It looked at this small world with a gaze full of longing, forever etching this last complete fragment of the primordial world into its massive dragon eyes.

Although it was more reluctant than anyone, it had to end it all, shattering this world that had accompanied and protected it.

Because only then could a new beginning arise, only then could a new world be created, the most suitable one for Meixue.

Everything it possessed, everything it entrusted, would all become Meixue's.

This was the transition from the old master of the Classic of Mountains and Seas to the new one. If it had continued to sustain its life, this process could have lasted for ten thousand years.

No one forced it; it was the Dragon of the Waxing Moon's own choice. If the primordial world still existed, it might have been able to leave this world and gain freedom.

But the primordial world was shattered, and it could no longer leave this small world. With its power never replenished, it could only wait to die in this narrow world, day after day, year after year, with its broken body.

The Dragon of the Waxing Moon, the guardian of the primordial world and the origin of all dragon veins, would not choose such an ugly death. Having experienced the prosperity of the primordial world and witnessed its destruction, it would not fall in such a way.

So, it made its choice.

It entrusted all its unfulfilled and impossible grand vows to the human youth, Meixue.

Only because he could look at it with such clear eyes and say, "I am willing," bearing its hope.

The path it could not complete would be inherited by him, starting from these seas and mountains, from this small world.

It would become the light that illuminated his path, burning itself to open the door to supreme power for him.

Its life would end here, and Meixue would become the true master of the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

Only because he responded to its hope, lighting a new flame.

The world of the seas and mountains did not belong to it, did not obey it, and rejected it, preventing the fragment of the primordial world from expanding. It had lost the power to create a new world.

So, its dream, its deepest wish, could only be completed by Meixue.

The eternal candle that once illuminated the entire primordial world flew into its mouth and began to ignite the massive body of the Dragon of the Waxing Moon.

The towering dragon horns, the vast dragon body stretching for countless miles, all began to burn. The Dragon of the Waxing Moon's last remaining life force entered its final glorious moment.

From the giant dragon eyes that once overlooked the primordial world and governed the rise and fall of the sun, moon, and stars, the last tears fell, turning into countless crystals on the fog-covered earth.

The white fog began to dissipate like a tide, revealing the true face of the earth.

It was a desolate and ravaged land, with the marks of fire and corrosion extending to the horizon, and the heavy scent of blood that had not completely dissipated even after millions of years.

These were the traces of countless primordial beings and the gods of the thirty-three heavens, the records of the last seven days and seven nights of the primordial world's end.

The Dragon of the Waxing Moon's body, shrouded in mist, was even more desolate than this land, with almost all its bones broken, its dragon blood, flesh, and sinews losing their vitality, turning into lifeless fossils.

This was the last fragment of the primordial world, the legacy the Dragon of the Waxing Moon brought into the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

Once, this was the treasure that held its final thoughts, even though no life remained here, it was the last evidence of the existence of that primordial world.

It never thought that it would be the one to destroy this world, which it considered part of its own life, along with its own body.

Everything was for that dream, that world that haunted its soul.

"From the beginning of heaven and earth, I was born when heaven and earth separated, I will perish when heaven and earth fall, I am the day, I am the night, I am the winter, I am the summer, I do not drink, I do not eat, I do not rest..." The low whisper of the Dragon of the Waxing Moon echoed through the heavens, representing the meaning of being the guardian of the sun, moon, stars, and all things.

However, it had lost the world it needed to protect, and the countless beings that once lived under its protection had all perished. For a guardian of the world, whose status was higher than the gods and coexisted with the undying and immortal sages, there was nothing more tragic than this.

Born from the primordial power of the world, its greatest strength was "protection," not "repair." So, when the last sage who could mend the world's flaws fell to the hands of the world-destroying black bird, the primordial world, once at the center of the universe, finally met its end.

It was powerless to stop it, unable to interfere, only watching as its body shattered piece by piece, the sun, moon, and stars it governed fell one by one, and ultimately, all things collapsed, and the primordial sky fell.

This fragment was the last thing it left behind after its body shattered.

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