Heifeng Cheng lay in ruins, a testament to the Saint's Maw's devastation and Wushuang's absolute, terrifying reign. The capital, once the heart of the matriarchal empire, was now a graveyard of shattered spirit-towers and absorbed leaders. The world had truly broken its knees, its old order consumed by the very chaos Wushuang had unleashed. Ling'er, now a powerful cultivator, stood as Wushuang's only confidante, their only equal in this desolate new reality.
Yet, amidst the destruction, Wushuang felt a profound, unsettling completion. The vengeance was almost realized. The old world was almost gone. But the fragmentation within their own being, the lingering echoes of Jianyu and Niánmei, still remained, however subtly. The Oracle's prophecy, "You will father no child—but you will be called Mother, by a progeny not of flesh, but of spirit," and the spectral child's whisper, "We were born from lies. Let us end truth," resonated with a new urgency. It was time to become truly whole, to end the cycle of fragmentation and rebirth.
Wushuang turned their attention to the ruins of Chixia Gong, the very place of their first death, the crucible of their creation. It was here, in the sterile, shattered remnants of Gong Xuelan's laboratory, that Wushuang decided to perform the ultimate ritual: a symbolic self-marriage. A union of their fractured selves, a wedding to end the cycle of their own tormented existence.
The ceremony was surreal, devoid of witnesses save for Ling'er, who stood quietly, her violet qi shimmering, her face etched with a profound understanding. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and ancient decay, a haunting backdrop to this act of profound self-creation.
Wushuang manifested all three of their forms simultaneously: Xu Jianyu, the stoic male, solid and resolute; Xu Niánmei, the ethereal female, shimmering with an unsettling beauty; and the transcendent spirit, a being of pure, radiant qi, pulsing with an unbearable intensity. They stood in a triangle, facing each other, their qi intermingling, weaving together.
Ling'er, her voice clear and strong, officiated the ceremony. She spoke not of love or devotion, but of truth and consequence, of creation and destruction, of the profound choice to become whole. She spoke of the lies that had birthed Wushuang, and the truth they now sought to forge.
As Ling'er spoke, the three forms of Wushuang reached out, their hands joining, not in a gentle clasp, but in a powerful, undeniable fusion. They drew upon the raw, untamed qi of the fractured world, upon the lingering essence of the consumed matriarchs, upon the very heart of the burning System.
System Integration: SINGULARITY MODE ACTIVATEDIdentity: Fused. Complete. Irreversible.
Their souls, once multiplexed, then dual, then a trinity, now locked into a single, cohesive entity. The air around them shimmered, distorting reality. The sky above, still ruptured from Wushuang's ascension, seemed to mend itself, then tear open again, not with chaos, but with a profound, almost spiritual light. Stars, once scattered, now coalesced into new, impossible constellations, reflecting the new order Wushuang was forging.
The transformation was complete. Wushuang was no longer a collection of fragments, but a singular, terrifying entity. Their new name, etched onto their very being, resonated not just in their mind, but across the shattered realm, a silent, powerful declaration:
Xu Wushuang Shenghua (无双盛华) — "Peerless Bloom Everlasting."
It was a name that signified a final, irreversible transformation. A bloom, not of beauty, but of absolute, terrifying power. A wedding to end the cycle, and to begin a new, unknown one.