Chapter 253 The Unfinished Song
On the Douluo Continent, everyone held their breath, staring intently at the scene in the sky where Little Gray Hair was paying tribute to the hero Ong Faros.
The entire continent fell into a deathly silence in an instant; even the sound of the wind rustling through the grass disappeared, and the atmosphere became extremely heavy.
At this solemn and respectful moment, even the usually energetic and mischievous children obediently held their elders' hands and stayed quietly without crying or making a fuss.
Everyone stood up straight, filled with awe, and gazed devoutly at the sky.
We deeply respect these heroes who were willing to sacrifice their lives to protect their homeland, save the world, and strive for a brighter future.
Such heroes, who sacrificed their lives for righteousness and acted with unwavering integrity, deserve the highest respect in the world and are worthy of such solemn commemoration.
Especially from Gu Shi's words, everyone learned an even more shocking and cruel truth.
In this calamity that lasted for thousands of years and never saw the light of day, the sacrifices of the heroes were far more complex than what is currently being presented.
Everyone was deeply shocked, knowing that Onphalus's cyclical fate had been repeated more than 30 million times.
In these more than 30 million long and terrifying cycles, whether it was the pioneering heroes who first embarked on the journey to chase the fire, or the patriots who followed in their footsteps.
Even if they give their all in every cycle, the final result is still futile, and they lose everything.
Yet they did not give up on the mission they held dear, and even knowing the outcome, they did not flinch or show any fear.
Each cycle begins, and every hero who dedicates themselves to it does so without hesitation or fear, until they tragically sacrifice themselves.
At first glance, many people might think that this perseverance is too stubborn and inflexible.
One or two attempts may have been fruitless, perhaps because the obsession was hard to shake off, but this happened more than thirty million times.
For ordinary people, counting from one to ten thousand is already a long and arduous process, let alone the unattainable astronomical number of over thirty million.
Such staggering and weighty figures are enough to bear witness to their greatness and resilience, etched into their very bones and never to be forgotten.
The people of Douluo Continent not only pay tribute to these fallen heroes from afar, but also regard them as their lifelong role models and study them diligently in silence.
It has been proven that people's hearts are easily influenced and profoundly affected by positive influences.
Especially those simple and kind ordinary people who have never been tainted by worldly distractions, and the innocent children with clear eyes.
As they witnessed the heroic sacrifices and unwavering resolve of the Onphalus heroes, their hearts were filled with burning passion and a profound sense of justice.
The children clenched their little fists and secretly vowed that when they grew up, they would become like the hero Onphalus.
To become the mainstay in protecting the Douluo Continent, safeguarding their homeland and people, and leading the entire nation towards the vast and boundless starry sky.
Then they will travel to all corners of the universe to save one world after another from suffering, doing everything in their power to free the entire universe from misery.
This became their purest, most steadfast, and most fervent lifelong wish.
Seeing the little gray-haired creature bowing its head in devout worship on the sky, the people of Douluo Continent fell even more silent, their hearts churning with emotion.
Some people silently bowed their heads and closed their eyes, their expressions solemn;
Someone picked up a wine glass and slowly poured the wine onto the ground, paying tribute to the fallen heroes from afar.
This scene, on the contrary, made the several Golden Descendants who had been reborn in Douluo Continent feel uneasy and inexplicably uneasy.
They were living perfectly well in the world, with healthy bodies, yet they were mourned by countless people; it all seemed strange.
But they knew in their hearts that the crowd meant them no harm; on the contrary, they were filled with pure respect and admiration.
In addition, having lived in Onphalus for so long, they were already accustomed to the offerings and reverence of the world, and were not unfamiliar with it.
They sincerely felt that they could use their own hardships and selfless sacrifices to enlighten the simple and honest people of Douluo Continent.
When everyone is filled with goodwill, upholds justice, and bravely shoulders responsibility, they feel gratified and at peace.
After all, making the world a better place always depends on people with a strong sense of justice and a willingness to make sacrifices.
Even if only a handful of people in the world stay true to their original aspirations and strive for a brighter future, the world will gradually move in a better direction.
What surprised and surprised everyone even more was when Little Gray offered a tribute to the heroes of the second journey to chase the fire.
He was able to pronounce Teacher Xia's name clearly and completely without a single mistake.
Everyone couldn't help but secretly admire this little gray-haired guy, who was indeed hiding his true abilities and possessed extraordinary skills.
When she's being carefree and irresponsible, she acts like a fool.
But once she gets serious and takes responsibility, she becomes the most reliable person in the world, the one that everyone can trust.
Above the sky, Little Gray stood with his head bowed in front of the tombstone, his posture upright yet conveying a sense of heaviness.
She stared silently at the last clearly engraved name on the tombstone—Hailekula—without moving for a long time.
She fell into a deep silence, her heart filled with complex, heavy, and indescribable bitterness.
She knew better than anyone that Heather had not truly died; she had simply trapped herself in an illusion.
They whiled away the long and hopeless millennium in endless illusions.
But Hathaway was still alive, yet she had already engraved her name on the tombstone of the martyrs.
She had long since accepted life and death, and was fully prepared to face death calmly, accepting her final destiny with equanimity.
Little Grey knew in his heart that the final battle with Ragus was about to begin, and Heather's life was about to come to an end.
She was filled with melancholy, wondering if she would ultimately have to fill in the last blank year on the tombstone herself.
Just then, Little Gray Fur's ears twitched slightly, keenly catching a soft and melodious humming sound.
The voice drifted slowly into her ears, soft and familiar. Her eyes widened suddenly, her face filled with shock and astonishment, and she uttered a sound.
"That singing...could it be..."
She turned around abruptly, paused, and looked straight at another tombstone.
The soft humming came clearly from that direction.
Lai Gushi appeared at the right moment beside Little Gray Fur, his expression calm and composed, and slowly explained.
"Under the nourishment of Fajina Honey Dew, she will awaken from her thousand-year-old dream and sing the final movement of her mission."
Upon hearing that familiar voice again, Little Gray was absolutely certain that this was neither a false illusion nor a remnant memory from the past.
Instead, it was a real, tangible, and vibrant voice; Heather finally broke free from the illusion of self-imposed constraints.
As he was about to meet the only surviving person from his past in this world, Little Gray's voice trembled with excitement.
Her eyes welled up with tears, and she softly uttered the name etched in her heart: "Haiseyin..."
Lai Gushi's gaze fell heavily on the tombstone in front of him, and he continued to introduce it in a deep voice.
"This tombstone from the old world is the anchor point of the Siren's illusion, and a symbol that Hylequra used to bind herself."
"At the same time, it is also the epitome of Onphalus, as I stated at the beginning of the show..."
"A group of prisoners who bound themselves in a cave compared themselves to heroes, crowned with suffering, and performed an epic with shadows and echoes on the same stage."
"Now, destroy it with your own hands, shatter this millennia-old illusion."
"With this, the audience will temporarily leave, and we will meet again—"
"That will be the final moment that decides the fate of Onphalus, and indeed the entire galaxy."
Little Gray gathered all his thoughts, no longer hesitating, and immediately activated the power of time.
She focused her senses and clearly perceived that the tombstone in front of her was the only way to find Heather.
This tombstone, bearing the weight of sorrow, commemorates both the spirits of the first group to embark on the journey to the fire and the parting of Heather and Crydela.
The soft, melodious humming continued to linger in my ears, washing away the surrounding silence.
Lai Gushi's voice rang out again, filled with the ultimate anticipation for the final battle, and also announcing the ultimate choice of destiny.
"The warden's intoxication is about to end, and the prisoners will finally gain their long-awaited freedom..."
"Heading to the final execution ground—"
"Execute me."
"Or I will execute you."
(End of chapter)