Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 1013: Chapter 787: Miracle (Part 2)

Everything will eventually come to an end, and then the protagonists buried their dead companions, walking towards the distance with the sun.

”Let’s go, Lord Healer.”

Liu DongLi happily closed his eyes, spread his arms, embracing the burning light that consumed everything: ”The forty-second sweet journey that belongs only to the two of us begins now.”

——Time to go!

In that instant, the light swallowed everything.

A strand of source substance from this moment vanished without a trace from the blaze, moving silently towards the past from the resonance of time, crossing myriad phenomena.

In an instant, on the other side of the past, a small ripple was stirred.

The path marker shook.

Liu DongLi woke abruptly from a painful nightmare, hearing laughter from the future.

”You succeeded—” he said, ”Continue.”

Thus, it continued.

The forty-third, the forty-fourth, the forty-fifth, the forty-sixth... the fifty-first... the seventy-second... the ninety-ninth!

Countless ripples spread from this closed cycle of time.

Bringing with them songs of joy that belonged to the future.

The unrelenting nightmare had burned away, the dead souls traversing time, yet the endless reincarnation continued!

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Outside the Tanbo Inner Circle, beyond the current circumstances.

On the other end of Border·Huangquan Bilang Slope.

An aged but burly figure stood quietly before the gate leading to the current circumstances, allowing those around to watch with vigilance and wariness, simply gazing at all in the distance, his deep eyes lit by the blazing light.

Silently.

Only one step away from the current circumstances, countless times he raised his hand, yet from start to finish, he never crossed that sealed boundary.

Just quietly waiting, as if awaiting the emergence of a miracle.

”Mr. Peron...”

Beside him, the delegate elected by Huangquan Bilang Slope wiped the sweat from his forehead, nervously speaking: ”We regret what happened within the Tanbo Inner Circle, and ask you to... please consider the bigger picture as... as...”

Unable to finish his words, he fell silent.

His legs trembling, barely able to stand any longer.

For if the man closest to the Natural Enemy in the world were to act here, regardless of victory or defeat, everything within Huangquan Bilang Slope would be utterly destroyed.

”Rest assured, there won’t be a war here today.”

Peron said: ”I don’t intend to act.”

Rather than a response to him, it was more of a self-dialogue to the air, offering an answer to all those watching.

”I have no interest in the work of saving the world, do as you please.”

He gazed at the gateway to the current circumstances, whispering: ”I just hope my son can return...”

No one answered.

Beyond that sealed gate, no laughing face appeared.

Only a shattered soul was gradually falling into Hell...

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As the number of cycles became countless, dense ripples filled the entire enclosed loop.

In the midst of the burning disorientation, Liu DongLi once again saw the ominous figure.

The Oiran holding a splendid umbrella looked down, asking mercifully: ”How many times will you repeat such a game until you’re satisfied, Liu DongLi?”

Need one ask?

Liu DongLi laughed disdainfully: Such a captivating thing will never tire!

”But what about the cost, Liu DongLi? How many more times can you last? Three times? Twice? Or once...”

Woodman lowered his head, inspecting the remnant body within the ashes: ”Look, the unburnable parts are growing in number, even the Rainbow Bridge won’t care for ’non-combustible garbage’...”

”All of this is you.” he said, ”The part of you that can’t be consumed.”

Now, when the time cycle ended again, Liu DongLi didn’t return to the past; his consciousness remained in the present body.

Within the ashes, that charred body was rapidly... growing!

”Have you ever considered a question?”

Woodman squatted down, studying his face, ”Each time, you send a part of yourself back; where is that part of you remaining in the future?

The resonant physique has its limits, Liu DongLi; even if you rely on tricks, interference with time still is particularly restricted, and the Rainbow Bridge won’t endlessly respond to your calls.

As you are now, are you the one who has been burned out, the past you, or the future you? Can you truly tell them apart?”

He said: ”The resonant physique has ceased, your time loop has been broken by your own hands. Next, you will face the final reckoning for your crime of toying with time.”

Accompanied by his words, Liu DongLi’s body in the ashes began to grow again, but its appearance rapidly turned menacing.

More than just the body, even within the well-protected soul, a sliver of pure terror blackness appeared and quickly spread—

From the fractured time loop, extending like an Abyssal ’umbilical cord.’

From within that, the Hell Essence gathered from disaster slowly emerged.

A new Ruler is about to be born.

”See it, Liu DongLi.”

Woodman remarked knowingly: ”This is the result of the third question—congratulations, you’ve slain the Evil Dragon, but you weren’t spared.

Soon, the sacrifice you made in each cycle, the accumulation you amassed, the despair you bore, will explode... In all the cycles, those burned out Divine Nature will revive upon you, sending you into the deepest Hell.”