My stick brought the end of his sister's life.
His knife once vowed to carve an epitaph of death for me.
Three years ago, "Basalt Laboratory" became our collective purgatory. In order to stop the "turbulent flow of delusions" that could swallow up the sea of stars, I had no choice but to build the final purification barrier - sealing his only relative, despair and truth inside. I became a hero and also his hated enemy.
Nowadays, civilization is once again suffering from "emotional illness", and the stars are groaning in frenzy. I was given the authority to lead the Purification Master, and the man sent by fate to be by my side was him who returned from hell holding the Broken Ink Sword.
His knife was prepared for me.
My stick must support this battlefield for him.
When the ultimate natural disaster that annihilated emotions [the Lord of Eternal Silence] came and dragged the entire universe into a silent grave, he burned his entire black soul and held the long knife in front of me.
In the communication channel, it was his hoarse laughter:
"Lin Yan, your life is mine!"
"But until then, hold on—"
