MTLNOVEL Chapter 624: World's end
Han Xin was in a divine state, raging. The man he loved had been stabbed in the heart and was dying in his arms. Under the control of a raw, divine power, Han Xin stood in the eye of a storm. His divine form blazed with celestial fury, a searing white light in the night. His luminous blue eyes locked onto Peng Xiu.
She staggered backward, the dagger falling from her bloodstained fingers. The murderous aura radiating from Han Xin was suffocating, a weight like a thousand storms pressing down on her soul. She trembled.
Then she screamed, a guttural scream that would make one's blood run cold. Her body began to disintegrate, piece by piece, as if the very atoms that held her together were being judged and found wanting. The pain was not of flesh. It was deeper, crueler. It tore through her soul, unraveling her essence with every breath.
Her scream was gut-wrenching, a sound that clawed at the heavens and echoed through the bones of the earth.
The sky above twisted into a vortex of thick, terrifying clouds. Lightning crackled in silence, and the wind howled without sound. Buildings began to crumble, their stones and beams sucked upward into the swirling void, like offerings to a god enraged. Mountains groaned, cities crumbled, and the sky twisted into a vortex of despair. The storm of Han Xin's grief had become a cataclysm. The world itself bent under his grief and wrath. It was clear, he would destroy it all.
With Xiang Yu's lifeless body cradled in his arms, Han Xin knelt, trembling. His divine robe of white and gold fluttered in the chaos, untouched by the destruction around him. His long hair shimmered like starlight, falling over his shoulders as he bowed his head.
Then... everything froze.
Time stopped. The swirling clouds halted mid-spin. The falling debris hung in the air like stars caught in a net. Even Peng Xiu's scream was silenced, her disintegrating form suspended in a moment of divine pause.
From the heart of the cloud, a beam of light descended, sharp, menacing, and impossibly bright. It pierced the sky like a blade. From it stepped a figure. It was an older man, three parts similar to Han Xin. He walked forward with the weight of eternity in his stride.
His robe mirrored Han Xin's, white and gold, embroidered with sigils that pulsed with ancient power. His eyes were luminous gold, and his presence bent reality around him.
His aura defied comprehension. It was not merely immense; it was reality-defining. The air bent around him, light bowed, and time itself dared not move
He did not speak. He did not need to. His aura was divine majesty incarnate. As he approached, the world held its breath once more. Han Xin looked up, his eyes still glowing, his body still trembling.
Han Jun walked forward, each step echoing like thunder across the frozen world. He stopped before his son. Han Xin looked up, his glowing blue eyes meeting Han Jun's golden gaze. They stared at one another for a long moment, father and son, god and godling, two celestial beings suspended in a silence that spoke louder than words.
Then Han Jun raised his hand. His index and middle fingers glowed with divine light. Slowly, deliberately, he pressed them to Han Xin's forehead. Han Xin did not resist. He did not move. His eyes fluttered shut.
The Divine Emperor's power surged through Han Xin's celestial veins, a torrent of light and memory and command. Han Xin's body shimmered. Xiang Yu's form in his arms began to glow as well. The two were enveloped in radiant light; pure, blinding, transcendent.
And then, they vanished.
Han Jun turned. Lian, Mei, and Han Zhan stood frozen, caught in the stillness of halted time. The Divine Emperor did not speak. He did not gesture. But light engulfed them, gentle and absolute, and they too disappeared lifted from the crumbling world like petals on a divine breeze.
Han Jun looked up. The vortex above pulsed, waiting. With a final surge of light, the Divine Emperor ascended, his form dissolving into brilliance, leaving behind only silence.
And the world continued to crumble. The storm resumed. The buildings collapsed. The sky wept fire. But the divine had departed, and with them, the last hope of salvation.
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The chamber was vast and silent, bathed in soft morning light that filtered through gauzy curtains. A large bed lay at its center, carved from celestial wood and adorned with silken sheets that shimmered faintly with divine embroidery. Upon it, Han Xin lay motionless, his body perfectly aligned, his hands resting at his sides, as if sculpted by serenity itself.
Then, without warning, his eyes snapped open. He sat up abruptly, a sharp breath catching in his throat. The room spun. His vision blurred. For a moment, he couldn't tell where he was, only that something was wrong. Deeply, terribly wrong. His chest ached.
It was not the ache of injury but something far crueler. It felt as though his heart had been torn apart, as if it bled inside him with no wound to show. He clutched at his chest, his fingers trembling, trying to soothe the agony that pulsed through his ribs.
And then he felt it. A small, cool weight beneath his robe. He drew it out. It was jade pendant, smooth and pale green, carved into a flowery pattern. The moment his eyes met its surface, something inside him shattered. Memories surged like a flood: laughter, warmth, a hand in his, a voice that called him Xin-ge affectionately.
Xiang Yu.
The name echoed through his soul like a bell tolling in a ruined temple.
Han Xin jerked upright, panic overtaking him. But his legs betrayed him—weak, unsteady, as if the divine strength had drained from his bones. He stumbled, knees buckling, and crashed against the bedside pedestal. The sound rang through the chamber like a cry.
Then the double doors burst open. The Divine Empress rushed in, her regal robes trailing behind her like a storm. Her face, usually carved in stone, was twisted in anguish.
"Xin-er!" she cried, her voice breaking as she dropped to her knees beside him. She pulled him into her arms, clutching him tightly, her tears falling freely onto his shoulder. Her whimpers were raw, heart-wrenching like the sobs of a mother who had watched her child die a thousand deaths in silence.