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"Then how did Big Brother finally win?" Jin Luosa tugged at Chen Xuanfeng's hand and asked.

The Silver-Haired Werewolf Sword Saint sighed, "I told you, I didn't win. After exhausting all possible methods, I finally concluded that the Sword of Heroes designed by the Twelve Sages was truly flawless. If I hadn't dragged Xi Luo into the Stellar Void Sea, I might have lost instead. So in the end, I could only use my one advantage to kill him."

*With my life.*

"Although Xi Luo's power surpassed mine, he was ultimately not a Sword Saint. After becoming a Sword Saint, I could live for about four hundred more years, while he had less than a century left."

"So, I bound his domain to mine and activated an ability I had comprehended from Leinster's Chronos Blade Arts, accelerating the flow of time within both domains. It was a passage of over three hundred times the normal rate—while only a few months passed outside, a full century elapsed inside."

"I watched as Xi Luo transformed from a youth to a young man, then to middle age, and finally into old age, until he died of old age in his Octochrome Realm, filled with regret and unwillingness."

"Ohhh—" The surrounding audience let out a chorus of sighs. No one had expected the two strongest warriors in the world to end their battle in such a manner.

And it was precisely because of this that the silver-haired werewolf appeared to have aged over a decade in an instant.

"Can't Big Brother's lifespan be restored?" Jin Luosa pressed further.

The werewolf shook his head with a smile. "Haha, natural aging can't be reversed. But... through nearly a century of contemplation, I did discover something else. These insights might help me—and even Catherine, you, and some other friends—attain longer lives."

"You truly found it?" The one who spoke was the strange figure clad entirely in black robes.

Chen Xuanfeng nodded. "If not for that, you wouldn't have come, would you, Great Demon King Bato?"

The black-robed man pulled back his hood, revealing a corpse-white visage and the flaming eye as large as a fist on his forehead. "Indeed. When I secretly sent you the message to drag the wielder of the Sword of Heroes into the Stellar Void Sea, I hoped you would gain something from it. Now it seems your progress is even faster than I anticipated."

Chen Xuanfeng picked up the now masterless Sword of Heroes from the table before him and addressed the Great Demon King. "After comprehending those truths, I finally understood why you allowed Leinster to escape despite knowing he would become a problem for me. It turns out this Sword of Heroes is also the key to breaching the boundaries of this crystal boundary. You planted this seed long ago when you taught the Twelve Sages the secrets of magic, didn't you?"

"Correct. Your soul's memory is the keyhole, and this sword, which embodies the warped axioms of the Prime Material Plane, is the key to opening the path. But... to turn this key, we still need the hand of a god." The Great Demon King's hollow voice spoke without restraint, discussing topics that could provoke the wrath of deities.

"A god... Though I lack the true power of a deity, I can at least attain aspects of divinity. Taking this step forward will require your help." The werewolf smiled and extended his hand toward the Great Demon King. "By achieving apotheosis, I can seal the fractures in this world's laws—something even the gods of all realms cannot oppose. Yet, to accommodate this fragile world, my power won't increase too much, and my body will forever remain bound to the Prime Material Plane. In exchange, I will gain divine prerogatives—such as granting ageless existence to those I favor, or sending a few souls beyond this crystal boundary... or bringing them back. This way, all our wishes will be fulfilled."

"Indeed." The Great Demon King also extended his hand.

In the next moment, a mysterious light rose into the sky above Fontainebleau.

(The End)

[The book concludes here.]