His consciousness fully awakened, retrieving complete memories.
He slowly lowered his head and looked at Song Lingxue in his embrace.
She quietly leaned into the crook of his arm, her eyes completely closed, long eyelashes still, without a hint of breath.
On that pale face covered in ice cracks, the final frozen expression was of deep exhaustion and a trace of liberating peace.
The last thread of life within her body had completely severed.
The temperature around her was rapidly dissipating, gradually becoming cold, as the Dao Seed carrying Heavenly Fate and countless memories at her brow shattered entirely, transforming into specks of faint light, slowly scattering away.
The two and a half parts of Heavenly Fate originally belonging to him, like a docile stream, gently merged into his body, converging seamlessly with his original three parts of Heavenly Fate, without any conflict, becoming indistinguishable from each other.
