The first possibility of death, naturally, is the return of the soul to the Void Realm, descending into Hell.

But in Senluo, death has more than one possibility.

Polluted by the writhing green, transformed into a green beast, wandering endlessly in agony, is the second possibility.

However, beyond that, there is a third possibility, one that countless Senluoians long for, respect, and pray for.

"Great Skill."

Weiser said, "The Great Skill is the existence closest to the Divine Being. If there is any power in Senluo that can rival the Wonder, it is nothing but the Great Skill."

Ash remembered something, took out his belt and transformation card. Weiser didn't speak, watching him attempt to transform and fail, then said, "The Silent Spiral isolates inside and out, let alone the Transcendence Prison Technique, which might have been shredded by the Dark Green Storm by now."

"What about your Great Skill?"

"I managed to collect seventeen Great Skills to activate the Silent Spiral, already doing my utmost. Even if I wanted to find more, other factions wouldn't give me a chance, hiding their Great Skills very deeply." Weiser said, "And whether those Great Skills will be effective against the storm is hard to say. Skills based on flames, ice, lightning, or the Weak Faction, might instead enhance the storm's power."

Ash was a bit puzzled: "If we don't have the Great Skill, then what's the point of mentioning it?"

"Who said we don't have the Great Skill?"

Weiser pointed at him, then at herself, "Aren't we ourselves the Great Skill?"

Ash was stunned, then suddenly realized something.

"Having undergone the Divine Fire Trial, you and I are destined to become the Divine Fire Seed after death, which turns into the Great Skill. Unlike other Great Skills, if we became the Great Skill here, according to our wishes, its effect would definitely suppress or even dissolve the Doomsday Storm."

"We," she bowed her head, speaking softly, "are the last hope."

Indeed.

They both were Divine Fire Seeds, destined to become the Great Skill upon death. The effect of the Great Skill is determined by the Heart's Desire, so Whitedove Ci Qingji, Fire Cat Zhi Shuohuo, and Blue Bird Ruyuan possess multiple effects that even Vishi covets.

As long as your Heart's Desire is strong enough, you can freely set your own effect.

But.

"Only after death can one become the Great Skill." Ash said: "So, is it you, or me?"

Weiser turned to look at him quietly, and Ash looked at her too. Gradually, Weiser's lips curled, her brows arched, revealing a beautiful and radiant smile: "We'll see when the time comes, who knows, we might both die halfway and both become the Great Skill."

After saying that, she voluntarily continued forward, and Ash followed behind. However, it didn't take long for Silver Lamp to initiate the topic: "Ash, did you know that I like you?"

"Yes."

"You knew? Well, I made it quite obvious. But I also know that being liked by someone like me, you must feel a bit thrilled, but mostly disgusted, right? But what can I do, having inherited the legacy of the Gray Fox Mage, I fell for someone like you. Even if a seed drifts to the wrong place, it cannot stop itself from taking root."

"Even if we can stop the Divine Wonder Storm, the Senluoians probably won't have many survivors. Your companions should be gone too. Would you be willing to start anew with me, who no longer carries any mission?"

"Oh, I forgot, you seem to have said you have someone you like in another realm." Silver Lamp lowered her head, her cheerful voice instantly turned sullen: "Besides... even if you don't have anyone you like, you definitely won't be with me, I know that."

"My sole goal is to Destroy the World. After that, I have no place I want to go to, nothing I want to eat, not even someone I like likes me..." Silver Lamp turned to look at Ash, her expression both pitiful and pleading: "If I die, will you remember me forever?"

Ash looked at her, saying nothing.

Silver Lamp shrugged, "Even refusing to promise that, you're too heartless to me, aren't you counting on me too much? But, who says I'm just such an empty person, and now the only person I care about is just you?"

"Well, well, I'll die as the Great Skill, considering it as atonement for the past." She said in a forced light tone: "You can wholeheartedly find the person you like... humph."

Ash's gaze towards her was quite subtle: "Uh-huh."

At this moment, they had already entered the storm eye, seeing Whitedove and Blue Bird not far away. The two Divine Beings were trapped in a green birdcage, eyes closed, perhaps unwilling to look, or were asleep.

"We got here so quickly." Silver Lamp blinked, looking pitifully at Ash: "Actually, I was just kidding earlier..."

"Let's try normal attacks first." Ash summoned the Substitute, using the Miracle 'Substitute Ink Splash', but the Substitute rushed forward, and all the ink stains splattered outside the birdcage, soon wiped away by the storm.

Silver Lamp also took out a submachine gun, emptied a magazine, but to no avail, sighed helplessly: "Seems we still have to die."

"Well then, I'll head to an eternal future, goodbye Ash." Silver Lamp took a deep breath, opened the Holy Domain, and prepared to walk out of the Sword Barrier: "Remember to make good use of me, or perhaps..."

"...let me use you!"

Bang!

The Holy Domain exploded out of the Sword Barrier instantly, and Weiser turned smoothly, raising the gun muzzle aimed at Ash! The sweetness of her smile instantly turned to viciousness, the tenderness in her eyes vanished, replaced only by cruelty and Killing Intent!

Her finger had already pulled the trigger, the hammer had pierced through the gun bullet's powder!

Anyone could see at a glance that she was the Silver Lamp who betrayed with sweet words!

That should be enough, Weiser thought.

She actually considered toning down her words, wondering if she should be less flamboyant. But given Ash's intelligence and excess trust, if it wasn't obvious, she felt Ash wouldn't perceive she was acting. Besides, only in such an obvious state of acting could she deliver those jokes...

She also thought, since they were going to die anyway, should she walk quietly into the grave, should she confess that Yooran Weiser is the Silver Lamp. But for some reason, a peculiar defiance welled up in her heart towards Ash—since Ash didn't like her anyway, why should she leave a good impression?

Let it be a gift.

Or perhaps a curse.

Weiser's magic power had long been exhausted, and the Holy Domain shattered in an instant. Ash only needed to gently wield his Heart Sword to easily take her life. The evil Silver Lamp dying amidst conspiracy, that is the script everyone would be happy with.

Weiser looked into Ash's calm eyes, feeling a bit sour yet relieved—he's really stingy with emotions, not even sparing a little for me...

Bang!

The sound of gunfire rang out, and Weiser stumbled, getting her wrist caught by Ash, pulling her back into the sword barrier.

She looked up and saw Ash's face scratched by a gun bullet, her beautiful eyes widened, filled with confusion: "You're really not afraid I'll kill you? Those were just jokes!"

Ash had a somewhat complex expression, he sighed and said softly:

"When you confessed to me in the Dead City, I wasn't actually asleep."

Weiser was stunned, then blushed so much it reached her ears. She bit her lip until it bled, her eyes staring straight at Ash, making him somewhat guilty, he turned his head and said: "Besides, I'm not so dumb that I couldn't tell those were jokes."

Weiser chuckled softly, saying faintly: "…But you're not that smart either."

"So," Ash looked at the birdcage not far away: "Is there any way?"

"Yes." Weiser nodded emphatically, suddenly leaning into Ash's arms, cupping his face with both hands.

No restraints, no limits, yet Ash did not dodge.

But it was just a fleeting kiss, the taste of iron, lemon, and orange as ephemeral as an illusion. Before Ash could react, he saw a radiant Silver Lamp and...

Technique Spirits sent into his soul through the kiss.

Fang Chan whimpered and flew over, merging as one with Ash's Yuanchan again.

"In the room at the deepest part of the 'Sanctuary', the Gray Fox Mage left a message," Weiser said: "Those who inherit their mission to destroy Senluo, will become a Divine Being after death."

"The reason is simple, since their ideal was to destroy the world, and now that the world is destroyed, it's equivalent to achieving the ideal, ascending directly from Great Skill to Divine Being."

"While the Great Skill might not be able to halt the Miracle Storm, a Divine Being certainly can."

Ash inspected the Technique Spirits newly emerged in his soul, his mind shocked to a mess. He immediately grasped Weiser's shoulders, babbling incoherently: "You... Silver Lamp... Yooran Weiser?"

Doll Technique Spirit, Moon Concealment Technique Spirit, Thousand Mechanism Technique Spirit! These Technique Spirits of Yooran Weiser, Ash naturally recognized immediately. In an instant, many coincidences and confusions in his mind were unraveled, and more importantly—

"Yes." Weiser revealed a satisfied smile: "It's been so long since someone called my name in reality... It feels so strange."

"As for the Illusion Technique Spirit, I'm leaving it as a burial offering, can't give it to you."

"Wait!" Ash shook his head, shouting: "It's not needed—we'll try again—"

"Ash."

Weiser's body crumbled into ashes, burning like paper.

"Everything between us was an illusion."

Ash grasped at the air, watching her fragments disperse with the wind.

"If..." she looked at Ash, her eyes glistening with crystalline tears, but Ash could no longer hear her question.

At the moment the ashes scattered, Ash saw a silver fox walking in the void. In the next second, the silver fox curled into a ball, and at the same time, Ash's sword barrier shattered.

Yet he was not touched by the dark green storm, for a gentle silver light was caressing him.

A little girl with five silver tails was born in the silver light. She carried a silver lamp, her long blue hair adorned with a white soft hat, a dark red cape, a white-gold priest robe, wearing black long gloves, with round glasses, appearing exactly as the little crying girl Ash once saw in 'Return to Childhood'.

Step by step she approached Ash, where the silver light touched, the storm retreated.

One Silver Lamp, breaking through the long night.

She bent over and bowed respectfully: "I am the Silver Lamp, please use me well."

Ash squatted down and cautiously asked: "Do you know me?"

"I do not." She shook her head, "But you are one of the only two who can use me."

Ash stared at her in astonishment, tears flowing unconsciously. The little Silver Lamp reached out to wipe away his tears, tilting her head, curiously asking: "Why are you crying?"

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