The brilliant light extinguished in an instant, and the whole world fell silent. Wang Xuan stood alone there without movement, gazing into the endless darkness.　　0

At that moment, he clearly saw hope. She had regained her peak state, with her white hair receding and wrinkles smoothed, only to freeze in place at the critical moment. With firm determination, she had exerted all her strength to take the final step, only to end up exploding, shattered into pieces, forever silent.　　0

Wang Xuan felt a lump in his heart. At that moment, she struggled to turn around and look back at him. What did she want to say to Wang Xuan? She was too far, and he couldn't sense that kind of spiritual fluctuation.　　0

Until her death, what race she was, what era she came from, which life planet she originated from, would remain unknown. Wang Xuan turned around and left quickly. He left behind no words, only firmly remembering that final scene.　　0

The white-haired woman was a determined seeker, with a strong will. As she died, that glimmer mixed with crimson blood froze in that moment. Wang Xuan knew that even after many years had passed, he would never forget this day. Sooner or later, he too would tread a similar path.　　0

Behind him, the black flames raged, engulfing the entire land, erasing all traces left by the woman.　　0

On Lost Dao Cliff, Wang Xuan remained silent, wielding the Purple Celestial Dao Sword in his right hand and holding the furnace...0