The Prophet's body shattered in an instant, dissolving.
Almost completely evaporated.
Yet from that soul-rending agony, a smile surfaced on her weary face.
"All things must come to an end," she whispered softly, holding the sunlight-like radiance in her hands, "or else new things cannot be born..."
"I'm bothering you, this unrealistic dream has lasted too long."
"Now, the dream has woken."
She said, "Everything should also come to an end."
As the scorching radiance dissipated, having devoured endless spiritual essence, the outline of an edge finally reemerged, yet transformed into a crown woven of thorns.
Thus, it was placed upon Ji Jue's head.
As if coronation.
Infinite majesty appeared here, covering the sky and earth, illuminating all changes, blocking all prying eyes.
"I'll be damned..."
