The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing Chapter 472 - 277: And Then, Dawn Broke (5500 words, Volume

The scales of victory had already tipped in her favor.

She had all the ti in the world to wait, waiting for An Su's will to be eroded away until he finally gave up the ti loop; as a projection, Miss Witch had already waited for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, so a little more ti hardly mattered.

The cage that An Su created had, from the beginning to the end, only imprisoned himself!

The one who would forever stand in an invincible position was only her.

Her Azure Magic Eye reached into the River of Life, watching as An Su was washed over and over again by its waters, his will to live being gradually eroded by the river of death until it was nearly extinguished, his eyes growing more vacant, his expression more rigid, the pale blue radiance gradually fading.

The brilliance of Chenxing was thinning out.

In the distant ancient Eastern countries, there is an idiom called 'sparse as the morning star,' and a proverb that says 'as the morning star wanes, dawn's light again expands,' the closer it gets to dawn, the scarcer the morning star becos, its light growing fainter, and it becos less able to maintain its brightness, less able to carry on.

Ultimately swallowed up by the radiance of the day.

When the light of dawn arrives, it is the ti when the morning star dies; the stars of the night will never wait for dawn.

If that's the case, why does he keep struggling... the Azure Sorceress curiously watched An Su.

An Su was falling, continuously falling. Then rising again, only to keep falling.

He had lost count of how many tis the 'Holy Light Judgnt' was repeated, he had lost count of how many tis the cycle occurred within that single second, he had lost track of how many tis the world had restarted, perhaps hundreds, thousands, maybe tens of thousands of tis?

Perhaps a whole day of true reality had passed by already, but An Su was trapped in the ti cage he had made himself, forever struggling, confused, falling.

An Su looked back at Cersei, who was falling with him, only to discover her eyes closed, her pure white pupils a bit vacant, and her mad flas seed to have been extinguished in the endless falling.

But only An Su could decide whether to stop this descent,

And his choice was—

To continue falling into the abyss.

To keep falling.

To let his heart, soul, and even his will, completely sink into the boundless abyss.

The demigod Heroic Spirits watching from the sidelines in the River of Life gradually began to sense that sothing was amiss; they noticed sothing surprising about An Su's soul—it was not even that of a demigod.

Their cheers gradually ceased, and they fell into silence.

The young man's soul was only at the level of a Saint.

And his magic power... even weaker.

rely Fourth Tier, a common Fourth Tier found everywhere, in their previous lives not even worthy of a glance, just an ordinary saint.

"Just a re Fourth Tier saint... seems quite young too."

"To think we even cared this much, truly our eyes have beco dim with age."

The demigod spirits all shook their heads, realizing their mistake in judging An Su's rank with disdain, and they saw that he maintained this unusual state through so special magic.

But as the fall continued, their way of thinking slowly changed again.

Clearly only a Fourth Tier mortal, clearly not even a demigod, why does he still keep falling, keep struggling, unwilling to be devoured by the River of Life, unwilling to give up?

From initial shock, to disdain, then to confusion, and finally back to shock.

"That kid is still falling...."

"Why doesn't he give up?"

"How many tis has it been?"

"Four thousand, five thousand?"

"It's already been ten thousand tis, and the girl accompanying him has already lost consciousness."

"But this young man is still alert, not bewildered..."

An Su kept struggling, kept falling, his eyes already dim, yet still wide open, fiercely struggling to keep them open.

No one could understand, not even the Azure Sorceress; through her Azure Magic Eye, she watched An Su's soul and fell silent as well.

Ti had already looped over twenty thousand tis, and this second of descent had been repeated just as many. Yet An Su forever fell, the faint glimr of Chenxing cascading towards the deepest parts of the world, endlessly, relentlessly plumting.

This "Holy Light Judgnt" was not judging the Azure Sorceress but was rejudging An Su.

It was as though this test was specifically arranged by rlin, the Holder of Heaven, to judge An Su.

An Su still chose not to stop the Holy Light Judgnt, nor to put an end to this fall, because, for the vile and desperate evil, all things in the world were but steps for his ascent.

Mistakes were steps to ascend, chaos too was a step to ascend,

And the falls of life were also steps to ascend in life.

To try forever, to fail forever, to fall forever.

To try forever, to fail forever, to ascend forever.

To fall towards the abyss at the very depths of the world was to climb towards Heaven at its very heights!

An endless descent was an endless ascent!

And the Chenxing that fell into the night had ascended to dawn at last!

"Twenty-one thousand six hundred tis."

Chenxing murmured, eyes downcast, the azure brilliance within its right eye was so faint it was nearly transparent. It said in a low voice, "I repeated it twenty-one thousand six hundred tis, which equals twenty-one thousand six hundred seconds... precisely six hours."

"And the normal ti to conduct a Dawn Ceremony is exactly six hours."

The voice of Chenxing was halting, "The Dawn Ceremony might not affect the living spirits you created... but it should be effective for you, as you're rely a projection from history... you're not truly alive... it still holds restraint over your existence."

"Especially now—when you are dominated by Holy Imitation."

"What?" The Azure Sorceress blinked, "Dawn Ceremony?"

Why bring up the Dawn Ceremony?

The Dawn Ceremony had clearly failed, even Cersei, who presided over it, was already dead?

Wait, her attention seed to be drawn away by An Su, it seed she was misled... sothing was amiss.

From the beginning, the Azure Sorceress assud it was a duel, so An Su's Holy Light Judgnt could only trap himself... but what if, this wasn't a duel at all?

The balance was about to be broken by a third party from outside the worldly cage...

The Azure Sorceress's eyes widened slightly.

She had always overlooked that most fatal detail, where did that seemingly foolish, harmless little black cat go?

Chenxing raised his head, which had been drooping all the while; his soul still plumted within the River of Life, but his will was lifting his head within this body...

This was An Su's sole ascent in twenty-one thousand six hundred descents.

"I've raised a cat. It's a magical prodigy no less than Cersei."

"It drank Holy Water, and it bathed in the Goddess's Holy Light in front of a sacred statue, indicating it wasn't rejected by the Goddess. It agreed to help , finding it amusing," said the young man with a smile, as if his smile itself was illuminating.

His voice was soft, yet when it fell upon the Azure Sorceress's ear, it weighed down like the sky.

"It enjoys reading."

"And its current favorite book is—"

An Su, or perhaps Chenxing, lifted his gaze, smiling as he welcod the first ray of dawn in this dood world.

"Ancient texts on Holy Light."

From the distant ruins, from the shattered Holy Hall, from in front of the brilliant radiance of the holy statues, ca a cheerful ow, as if awakening the clear morning of this world, as dawn poured out, unfolding the most dazzling morning light.

"ow—"

And so, the day brightened.

The star from the night, after twenty-one thousand six hundred descents, ascended to its morning.