Slowly lifting Nisha Song into his arms, Marshal Silver’s face is streaked with tears, cold as ice. He kicks open the door and walks out step by step.
A thousand years of waiting—all for this final outcome.
Outside the door, the attendants are shocked, staring at Nisha Song in Marshal Silver’s arms and collapsing to the ground in disbelief.
Holding his beloved in his arms, Marshal Silver walks step by step along the corridor.
Fairy Hanwei rushes over, stunned, covering her mouth as she leans against a red pillar, tears falling uncontrollably.
Cradling his beloved, Marshal Silver walks on, dazed, deaf to the sounds around him, blind to the people and events nearby, his mind a complete blank.
More and more people gather—moon maidens, attendants, palace guards—all instinctively stepping aside, leaving a path for Marshal Silver.
Step by step, he walks out of the courtyard. He raises his head and sees the drifting clouds above, the countless floating lands in the sky—this is the Heavenly Court he fought to protect with his life.
The Heavenly Court—cold as ice.
Yet now, in this Heavenly Court, there is no one left for him to protect...
A ray of sunlight illuminates his face—cold, resolute, and unyielding.
A thousand-year journey, gritting his teeth with every step to reach this day—only to end in utter defeat.
He lowers his head, gazing blankly at Nisha Song, smiling through trembling lips, tears blurring his vision.
"There’s one last thing I have to do. When it’s done, I’ll come find you—wait for me. I will always be your Marshal Silver. No matter where you go, even if it’s the Netherworld or the Eighteen Hells, I’ll follow you there."
He gently kisses her forehead.
With a flicker, he gathers Nisha Song in his arms and transforms into a beam of white light, shooting toward the High Sky Throne Hall. In an instant, he lands on the stone steps outside the hall.
Countless blades are drawn; squads of Skyward Legionnaires instantly surround him, ranks of armor closing in.
The Heavenly General shouts, "Marshal Silver, what are you trying to do!?"
Without a word, Marshal Silver walks forward step by step, dazed, cradling Nisha Song, oblivious to everyone around him, climbing the steps.
"What are you trying to do? Are you rebelling?" The general recoils in alarm. "Attack! Go—attack!"
No one moves. No one dares to move.
Layers of armor, the encircling troops withdraw step by step with his advance, retreating into the High Sky Throne Hall.
Even without the six hundred thousand Heavenly River Fleet, even alone, he is still the legendary Marshal Silver who made demons flee in terror.
A breeze lifts his disheveled hair and sleeves.
Step by step, he enters the High Sky Throne Hall, raises his head, and sweeps his gaze across the immortals who wish he would be swallowed whole but now only cower. Calmly, he says, "I want to know—who gave her the Ninefold Reversal Poison?"
Blood from Nisha Song drips from her dangling fingertips onto the cold, white floor, blooming like plum blossoms in snow.
"Speak!" He suddenly widens his eyes, screaming hysterically with all his strength.
His voice echoes through the hall for a long time.
No one answers. Even the Jade Emperor chooses silence.
"You dared to give it, so why not dare to admit it?" Marshal Silver laughs coldly. "Cowards—all of you. When I fought demons in the mortal world, where were you? When I survived death nine times, where were you? Speak!"