Black Magic Rose Chapter 31

Chapter 31: Eternal Wedding

The tremors in the Eternal Night Palace grew increasingly violent. The runes on the dome were no longer flowing; they were burning wildly, casting dazzling light beams that illuminated the central crystal platform like an altar. The energy resonance from the distant Tower of Eternity hammered like war drums deep within the soul, announcing the approach of the final moment.

Shu Yijin floated above the platform, his ink-black hair completely unbound, resembling burning black flames. His crimson eyes had fully transformed into two blood moons. The pure, unadulterated Evil God Essence pressure swept through the entire space like a tangible tsunami. He was no longer the languid, seductive being, but had returned to his most fundamental, ancient will, the one who presided over the end. He spread his arms, and endless darkness surged from his body, transforming into twisted runic chains inscribed with the truth of destruction. These chains wrapped around the crystal platform and also around Wen Jingheng, who stood at the center.

Wen Jingheng stood in the middle of the platform, his eyes closed. He no longer suppressed the holy essence originating from the Source Blood within him; instead, he actively guided it. A golden, warm light ignited from his heart, faint at first, then growing increasingly brilliant, like a small sun burning in his chest cavity. This light was pure and vast, carrying the ultimate power of life and protection. It stood in stark contrast to the black-gold Chaotic Energy that permeated his surroundings—energy he had already subjugated—and produced a violent repulsive reaction.

“Ugh—!”

An indescribable agony instantly swept through every nerve of Wen Jingheng! The process of forcibly stripping the holy essence from its deepest core and subjecting it to final fusion with the Evil God power was far more than a simple energy clash; it was a tearing and restructuring at the level of fundamental laws! His body became a battlefield for two absolutely opposing principles. Golden light and black radiance fiercely intertwined and collided beneath his skin, erupting in blinding flashes and a grating sound of Annihilation. Veins bulged and twisted beneath his skin, and his bones groaned under the unbearable strain.

But he did not flinch, nor did he resist. He gritted his teeth, his forehead veins bulging. Cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes, only to be vaporized into white mist by the surging energy. Following Shu Yijin’s guidance, he dedicated all his willpower to “offering”—offering his last reliance as the Savior, offering the brilliance of his life.

“Very good… just like that…” Shu Yijin’s voice seemed to come from the depths of the netherworld—cold, vast, and devoid of emotion, holding only absolute focus on the perfect ritual. He manipulated the dark runic chains like the most precise surgical instruments, guiding the stripped holy essence, bit by bit, into the dominant Evil God power within Wen Jingheng, and also into the more fundamental dark torrent he himself was releasing.

This was an extremely dangerous process, like pouring water into boiling oil, or balancing on the edge of a cliff. The slightest mistake would lead to energy loss of control, prematurely triggering an uncontrollable explosion, and potentially causing the ritual to fail.

Golden light and darkness fiercely tangled, squeezed, and merged within Wen Jingheng and between the two of them. Each successful fusion erupted in a more powerful, indescribable Chaotic Energy. This energy was no longer black-gold, but a near-transparent color of nothingness, seemingly capable of devouring all light and color! Wherever this color of nothingness passed, even the spatial structure of the Eternal Night Palace began to twist and blur, as if about to be conceptually erased!

Wen Jingheng’s consciousness gradually blurred amidst the extreme pain. Fragments of past memories flashed like a revolving lantern: the cold laboratory of his childhood, his father’s indifferent gaze, the glory of becoming the Savior, the darkness of his slumber and that single voice, the betrayal after waking, and the dance of destruction alongside Shu Yijin… All the love and hate, all the attachments and struggles, lost their meaning before this ultimate offering and destruction.

He felt his existence being diluted, assimilated by this nascent, ultimate power of nothingness. A sense of eternal tranquility, surpassing pain, began to spread from the depths of his soul.

Just then, Shu Yijin’s power suddenly intensified! The energy peak of the Tower of Eternity had arrived!

“Now!” Shu Yijin let out a shriek that seemed to tear through dimensions! All the dark chains suddenly tightened, completely extracting the last trace of holy essence from Wen Jingheng’s body and completing the final fusion with his own essence!

Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

An enormous sound, impossible to describe in words, was not a noise, but the wail of fundamental laws! Centered on the Eternal Night Palace, an Annihilation ripple of an indescribable color silently spread out! The Eternal Night Palace bore the brunt, instantly turning into absolute “nothingness,” like a pencil drawing erased by a rubber. Immediately afterward, the ripple spread at a speed exceeding light to the entire planet, to the entire galaxy, and to the endless universe!

Everything it touched—matter, energy, time, space, causality, concepts… everything—silently melted and returned to zero, like ice under the sun. Stars extinguished, dimensions collapsed, history became blank, and existence vanished. There was no explosion, no scream, only the most thorough, absolute silence and void.

Yet, at the core of this Annihilation, at the singularity where all things ended, the last trace of “existence” was strangely preserved.

Wen Jingheng felt weightless, having lost all form and mass. He could not “see” anything, nor “hear” any sound. He could only perceive a pure, eternal void. However, in this void, there was an incredibly clear, incredibly warm (or rather, an “existence” that transcended hot and cold) connection, tightly holding his “hand.”

It was Shu Yijin.

He, too, had lost form, but his unique will, carrying destruction and obsession, was transmitted more clearly than ever. There were no words, only the most fundamental emotional exchange—an ultimate calmness of having achieved his desire, a twisted yet genuine… fulfillment.

In this moment of ending everything, there was no world, no rules, no right or wrong, no future. Only the two of them remained—two beings who should have been mortal enemies, who met through an absurd Auspicious Marriage, who drew close through endless betrayal, and who finally, in the most extreme way, completed a unique, destructive union.

Their consciousnesses, like the last two drops of water merging, clung tightly to each other in this newly born, eternal void.

This was their wedding. There were no guests, no blessings, only each other and the all-encompassing silent graveyard they had jointly created as witnesses. The wedding hall was the ruins of the old world. The wedding hymn was the lingering echo of Annihilation. The wedding vow was eternal silence.

In the final instant before his consciousness completely merged into the void, Wen Jingheng sensed an extremely faint, yet incredibly clear intention from Shu Yijin:

“Your wish is my destination.”

Immediately afterward, all perception vanished. The complete, absolute “nothingness” descended.

The old world, along with all its glory and sin, its dreams and despair, was now past. And in that ultimate void, where even “past” did not exist, only that destructive wedding—Body as Contract, the world as the banquet—became a paradoxical eternity that transcended existence.

(End of Main Story)