Begin from the original form of torture and become immortal

Chapter 1260 You Have to Protect Your World Yourself

Alora knew that for true sins, simple confession could not offset the damage caused. Only thorough purification could restore the balance of the universe.

"You don't know you're wrong, you just feel scared!"

The scarlet fire devoured him completely like an angry beast.

The body and soul of the Chakravartin vanished in the flames, leaving behind only darkness, nothingness and silence.

With the fall of the Chakravartin, the pure white space began to collapse.

The cracks on all sides grew bigger and bigger, until finally the entire space turned into nothingness.

In this chaos, Alora's figure slowly emerged. She was no longer the warrior driven by hatred and anger, but a ghost who had lost all emotional support, leaving only emptiness and confusion.

Her eyes had lost their former luster, like two dried-up springs, reflecting no image, only a dead darkness.

"Pap-pap-pap-pap."

Suddenly, applause rang out in the void, breaking the silence.

Alora looked up suddenly, and saw Chang Wei, Scathach and others walking out of the crack in nothingness.

"teacher……"

Alora's voice was weak and trembling. She looked at Chang Wei. The emptiness and confusion completely disappeared at that moment, and was replaced by an indescribable attachment and reluctance.

She knew that she was about to leave this world and everything she loved, including this teacher who was like a father to her.

The fall of the Chakravartin not only means the end of an era, but also an unprecedented change.

The enormous karma he had accumulated, like a collapsing mountain, dissipated into nothingness with his death.

But the more far-reaching impact is that the Chakravartin himself is the core and source of the power of mantras in the world.

His disappearance directly led to the disappearance of the power of mantra, and those gods, demons and other beings who relied on the power of mantra were also facing an unprecedented crisis.

Although ordinary gods have lost their divine powers, their souls and bodies can be transformed into humans and continue their lives in the world.

However, for beings like the Asuras, the situation is completely different. They are essentially dead, and it is the Chakravartin who uses the power of mantra to pull them back from the underworld and give them a second life.

Now that the Chakravartin is gone, they too will inevitably come to an end.

Alora's situation was equally grim. In order to kill the Chakravartin, she abandoned the power of the mantra and even used her own body and soul as fuel to ignite the infinite fire of karma.

Although the fire eventually devoured the Chakravartin, it also cost Alora her life.

At this moment, she is nothing more than a karmic echo that is about to dissipate into nothingness.

Alora's eyes gradually regained a bit of clarity from the emptiness and confusion, but this clarity was mixed with indescribable sadness and relief.

She knew that she was about to share the same fate as the Chakravartin and become another wisp of wind that was about to dissipate in the universe.

Her body began to become transparent, as if it would merge into the void at any time. Only her eyes, still flickering with light, revealed the struggle and reluctance in her heart.

She suddenly realized that although she was about to die, she felt an inexplicable satisfaction in her heart because she was able to see the person she respected most at this last moment.

Chang Wei slowly walked up to Alora, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked Alora's head. This action was simple yet powerful, as if it could penetrate the void and touch her deepest soul.

Alora was surprised. She had lost her soul, but she could still feel the warmth of Chang Wei's palm. It was an indescribable comfort and strength. Chang Wei's touch made her feel like she had regained the touch of life.

"You did well, Allura."

"You have used your life to bring balance and peace to the world. This is a greatness that cannot be described in any language."

His words were full of recognition and encouragement for Alora.

Alora's eyes were moist, and she didn't know how to express her gratitude.

At this moment, she suddenly understood that true courage is not fearlessness, but the ability to stick to one's beliefs and make the right choices in the face of fear and death.

"Teacher...thank you."

Alora's voice was slightly choked, and she wanted to say more.

It's like I have a thousand words to say, but I don't know where to start.

She looked at Chang Wei, her heart filled with reluctance and attachment.

Alora looked at Chang Wei, her eyes full of attachment to this man who was both her teacher and friend.

She knew that she was about to face an irreversible fate - to become a part of nothingness and bid farewell forever to this world full of color and warmth.

She tried to make her voice firmer, but her throat seemed to be tightly locked by invisible chains. Every word seemed so heavy and difficult.

Tears welled up in her eyes but never fell.

Alora no longer had any tears. Her soul was gradually being peeled away, and along with it, the liquid that could express her emotions was also disappearing.

What did she want to say, endless gratitude to her teacher, or regret for not being able to fulfill her dream?
Was it a vision of the future or a remembrance of the past? She had mixed feelings in her heart, and her thoughts were endless, but she could only sigh silently.

Scathach stood aside, her eyes revealing a complex emotion. Although she did not show obvious sadness, her deep eyes concealed her deep concern and reluctance for her disciple.

Scathach has long been accustomed to the departure of her disciples. Whether it is going to a distant place to carry out a mission or facing a more unpredictable fate, she faces it with an almost detached attitude.

However, this time it was different. What Alora faced was complete disappearance, a shore that she could never reach again.

"Alora, you are the pride of all of us."

Scathach said very seriously. Scathach knew that Chang Wei would not sit idly by. He would always find a way to create a miracle. She had never doubted this.

"Teacher, Teacher Scathach, Teacher Denise, Teacher Esdeath..."

Although Alora's voice was weak, it was full of power.

"Thank you, thank you for your company and support. Please continue to protect this world for me, so that it will always be filled with love and peace."

As Alora finished her words, her figure began to become blurred, like a dewdrop gently wrapped in the morning mist, gradually losing its physical outline, as if it would dissipate in the wind at any time.

There was a faint sadness in the air; even the dust floating in the air seemed to feel the pain of parting and became extremely heavy.

"That won't do. You should protect your world by yourself. I, your teacher, am very busy."

(End of this chapter)