Chapter 2141: The Memory of a Star
The moment Yun Che spoke—
the universe itself screamed.
Mountains reversed their collapse. Forgotten names etched themselves into the walls of broken temples. The frozen stars in the west blinked back into existence, brighter than ever.
The Throne twisted and thrashed against the sound, its impossible form folding in on itself.
> "You—should—not—exist!"
The Throne howled in a thousand stolen tongues.
But Yun Che was no longer a man.
He was memory incarnate.
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In the Temple
Qianye Ying'er shielded the child as the entire world shook.
Caizhi wept silently, staring at the golden silhouette that was once Yun Che.
Jasmine whispered, fists clenched:
> "Don't forget us… Don't forget yourself."
The sword—now merged with Yun Che—shattered into a million pieces of light.
Each fragment flew outward, stitching rifts, healing memories, rewriting what the Throne had undone.
The child looked up, eyes filled with starlight.
> "He's not gone."
> "He's becoming."
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The End of the Throne
Above, the Throne's vastness crumbled.
Its control over memory, over fate, over law—severed by a single soul refusing to forget.
Piece by piece, it shrank, its countless arms severed by invisible blades of remembrance.
Until finally…
There was nothing left.
No scream.
No echo.
Just silence—and stars.
The God Realm was free.
But at a cost.
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The Aftermath: A World Without a Savior
Yun Che's body was gone.
No ashes.
No spirit trace.
Only the starlight.
The light rained down, settling on those he loved.
A lock of Jasmine's hair shimmered silver, a memory of when they first met.
Caizhi's eyes deepened to a brilliant sky blue—the color of the Wolf Star reborn.
Qianye Ying'er's veil burned away, revealing not a weapon of fate, but a woman unchained.
And the child—the Tether—stood in the center of it all, holding a tiny flame in her hands.
> A fragment of Yun Che.
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Final Scene: A New Beginning
Months passed.
The realms healed.
The Forbidden Regions thawed.
People spoke again of names long forgotten.
And in a quiet meadow beyond the bounds of the old world, the girl planted a seed—a glowing ember of light.
> "He's not gone," she said softly.
> "He's waiting to be remembered again."
And in the breeze, faint as the heartbeat of a new star, came a whisper:
> "I am Yun Che."
And the world answered:
> "We remember."