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He infused the last vestiges of his life force into the Sea Stabilizing Needle, which erupted with an unprecedented brilliance, shining like a miniature sun. The energy fluctuations intensified, causing the entire Flame Island to tremble. Lady Shiji attempted to escape, but the force field of the needle held her firmly in place.
At the critical moment before the energy was about to explode, Ao Bing thought of Nezha. That rebellious and stubborn red-haired youth, the one who loved him despite societal judgment, the Child of the Demon Sphere who met him in dreams... their promise, their future—all would turn to dust.
Ao Bing smiled bitterly and took out the conch communicator from his pocket. He knew he had no time for lengthy messages and could only leave the briefest words. His fingers trembled as he typed his final message:
"Nezha, I'm sorry. I have to do this. The survival of the Dragon Tribe rests on my shoulders; I have no choice. Don’t come looking for me. Live well. Remember, no matter where you are, I will always love you. — Ao Bing"
At the moment the message was sent, the energy stored in the Sea Stabilizing Needle finally reached its critical point. A dazzling blue light shot into the sky, forming a massive Dragon Shape pillar that engulfed both Ao Bing and Lady Shiji.
"It’s impossible! I won’t end like this!" Lady Shiji's scream faded amidst the explosion.
The energy storm lasted a full ten minutes. When everything returned to calm, a massive pit had formed at the center of Flame Island. The Sea Stabilizing Needle floated quietly in the middle of the pit, emitting a faint glow, while Ao Bing's figure had vanished completely, leaving only a piece of Azure Dragon Scale beside the needle, still carrying his last breath.
In the distance, the retreating Dragon Warriors witnessed this magnificent yet tragic scene. Ao Run fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face: "Your Highness..."
Among the Dragon Tribe Guard, a young Messenger clutched a recently received message, his eyes filled with shock and sorrow: "The prince sent his last message to the Magic Orb Reincarnation in the mortal realm..."
Meanwhile, in a university dormitory somewhere in the human world, Nezha was practicing advanced techniques of the Fire Spirit Technique. Suddenly, his Dragon Scale Amulet began to vibrate violently against his chest, followed by a sharp pain as if something had been violently torn apart. Almost immediately after, his phone received a message from an unknown number.
As Nezha read that brief message, he felt as if struck by lightning, frozen in place. An unprecedented despair and anguish surged within him; the Demon Sphere Power raged inside him, causing the temperature in the room to spike.
"No... it can't be... Ao Bing can't be gone..."
Nezha trembled and collapsed to the floor, tears streaming uncontrollably from his eyes. The distant sky suddenly darkened with thunder and lightning as if mourning this tragedy. The glow of the Dragon Scale Amulet gradually dimmed until it completely extinguished, leaving only a cold touch behind—a final farewell.
On Western Sea Flame Island, a sacrifice had brought about temporary peace. But for Nezha, the entire world had lost its color. He did not know if he could bear such a blow or how to continue without Ao Bing. The only certainty was that this moment of pain would forever be etched deep within his soul.
"Ao Bing..." Nezha looked up at the night sky outside his window, his voice choked with despair. "How could you leave like this..."
In the Undersea Dragon Palace, Ao Run returned with the Sea Stabilizing Needle and shared news of Ao Bing's sacrifice throughout the entire palace. In an instant, everyone was engulfed in grief; even those elders who had once opposed Ao Bing were moved by his heroic sacrifice. In the Dragon King's chamber, it seemed that even in slumber he sensed something amiss as a single tear rolled down from his eye.
Ao Lie stood high above in the palace, gazing toward the distant western sea with a complex expression. He murmured softly to himself: "Brother, your sacrifice will not be in vain. One day, I will reveal the truth to everyone..."
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