Chaos coalesces into a sky curtain, boundless, unfathomable.
This is the end of the North Sea.
It's also the end of the world.
Perhaps, this is also the end of the River of Destiny.
"...…"
Xie Xuanyi raised his head, discovering that the sun and moon no longer alternated, but appeared simultaneously, their soft light spreading, casting shimmering brilliance upon the sea surface.
The world's end is marked by a stele.
Deep black and straight.
Like a sword.
Perhaps, it is a sword.
The golden coffin reached its endpoint, lightly leaning against the Sword Stele, the entire world plunged into a vast serenity, the sea surface devoid of any ripple, as if the whole world had embraced stagnation in this moment.
When the Reversal Traveler reaches the end.
This river has no time for retrospection.
Xie Xuanyi stood up, extending his palm, gently placing it upon the upright black stele.
