ebookland Chapter 713 Fate Reversal
Chapter 713 Fate Reversal
Yun Yao felt a dizzying sensation, as if the world were collapsing in an instant. Inside the Siming Hall, the mad laughter of the Holy Maiden Youyue pierced her eardrums like a sharp thorn. "Since we've been discovered, let's die together!" Then, with a deafening roar, she resolutely detonated her own life star. In an instant, the entire Siming Hall shook, as if the apocalypse had arrived.
Tens of millions of life lanterns fell like uncontrolled meteors, carrying with them the power of destruction. Yun Yao's eyes reflected this rain of lanterns, each one a tear of despair, glittering yet deadly. In this life-or-death moment, she didn't hesitate a moment. Her spiritual energy surged wildly, and she thrust Chu Mochen, who was beside her, toward the teleportation array.
"Chen, live!" she screamed, her voice instantly drowned out by the clamor within the hall. However, almost instantly, a massive fragment of the Fate Lamp roared towards her like a ferocious beast, striking Yun Yao with pinpoint accuracy. She felt a sharp pain in her chest, and was uncontrollably flung backward, plummeting into the deepest part of the Siming Hall—the mysterious and unknown "Well of Fate."
Enveloped in endless darkness, Yun Yao remained unfazed. She endured the pain, trying to steady herself. Just then, a strange scene unfolded before her. A soft, hazy glow permeated the well, and within it, countless cocoons of light lingered, like sleeping spirits, emitting an unfathomable aura.
Yun Yao approached cautiously, her gaze sweeping across the cocoons. Suddenly, her body jolted, her eyes filled with astonishment and realization. Within one of the cocoons, she saw another version of herself strolling through the celestial realm with Chu Mochen. They were clad in gorgeous celestial garments, their sleeves fluttering. Wherever they passed, fairy flowers bloomed and spirit birds chirped. Their faces radiated happiness and peace, as if all the troubles of the world had nothing to do with them.
Before she could recover from the shock, another cocoon of light caught her attention. Inside this cocoon, she held a child, quietly standing before the ruins of the Divine Palace. The child's face was adorable and pink, its eyes gleaming with intelligence and curiosity. It stretched out its tiny hand, as if trying to touch the glimmering light on the ruined walls. Meanwhile, she gazed into the distance, her eyes gentle yet resolute, as if guarding some precious hope.
"This...what is going on?" Yun Yao muttered to herself, her heart full of doubts surging like a tide.
At this moment, the System's voice seemed to come from the distant sky, vague yet clear: "This is the 'Well of Fate', where all possible futures can be seen. Host, your choice will determine the direction of the Three Thousand Worlds."
Yun Yao took a deep breath, her gaze growing firmer. She knew full well that what she shouldered at this moment wasn't just her own life or death, but the fate of countless lives. She slowly reached out, her fingertips gently touching the cocoons of light, trying to discern a glimmer of truth, a path to hope.
At the same moment, the teleportation array flashed, and Chu Mochen awoke from his trance. He felt a sharp pain in his head, and his hazy consciousness gradually cleared. What came into view was the familiar courtyard of the secular world's royal palace. Sunlight shimmered on the lotus pond, creating shimmering waves. The lotus leaves swayed in the breeze, emitting a delicate fragrance. And Yun Yao, dressed in modern white, stood gracefully by the lotus pond, smiling at him.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and Chu Mochen's heart surged with an indescribable joy. He hurried forward, wanting to hug the person he had been thinking about day and night. However, just as he was about to touch Yun Yao, his steps suddenly stopped, and a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes.
"No, this is an illusion!" He gritted his teeth, a warning in his heart. Although everything before him was so beautiful, so beautiful that it almost made him sink, he knew that reality was far from simple. Yun Yao's life and death were uncertain, and Siming Palace was in crisis. How could such a peaceful and tranquil scene suddenly appear?
He closed his eyes tightly, channeling his spiritual energy with all his might, attempting to dispel the bewildering illusion. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his body trembled slightly. It was clear the illusion was incredibly powerful. But the obsession within him was even stronger: his promise to Yun Yao, his struggle against fate.
"Yao'er, wait for me!" He growled, his eyes suddenly opening, a cold glint flashing in them. A powerful force erupted from his body, forcibly tearing a crack through the seemingly indestructible illusion. Without hesitation, he rushed through the crack, fighting against the force that tried to pull him back to "goodness," speeding towards the unknown darkness.
Deep within the Well of Fate, Yun Yao remained immersed in the future unfolding in each cocoon of light. She envisioned herself becoming the Immortal Emperor, overlooking the Three Realms, revered by all; she also envisioned herself falling into the path of demonic power, surrounded by demonic energy and disregarding all kin; and finally, the tragic end of her soul, its fragments scattered across the endless void, never to return.
Each image was like a hammer, hammering down upon her soul. Yet, her gaze grew ever more resolute, as if she had found a glimmer of light amidst the endless darkness. Finally, her gaze locked upon a cocoon of light. Within it, she and Chu Mochen stood hand in hand, at the pinnacle of the "Rules Realm." Before them lay a vast rift in the heavens, within which the endless forces of chaos raged. And with resolute eyes and radiant spiritual energy in their hands, they pieced together the rift that held the fate of all creation.
"I choose this one," Yun Yao whispered softly, her tone firm. She reached out and slowly touched the cocoon of light. The moment her fingertips touched the cocoon, a dazzling silver light burst out from the lotus seal on her chest, instantly illuminating the entire Well of Fate.
Amidst the light, a simple yet incomplete ancient book slowly emerged. The marks of time were visible on the cover, but the large characters could still be clearly made out—the title of the novel Yun Yao had written in the modern world!
"How... could this be?" Yun Yao's eyes widened, her heart filled with shock beyond words. With trembling hands, she flipped open the ancient book, lines of familiar text coming into view. The stories that once flowed from her pen now seemed to come alive, emanating a mysterious power.
"So, the root of everything is the novel I wrote..." Yun Yao muttered to herself, tears glistening in her eyes. She finally understood that her time travel wasn't accidental, but a predestined fate. Every plot and character in that novel was closely connected to this world of cultivation, like keys unlocking doors to truth and redemption.
Just as Yun Yao was absorbed in this shocking discovery, a figure swooped down from the Well of Fate like lightning. Chu Mochen's spiritual energy surged, his eyes gleaming with reckless determination. He searched the well, his heart aching.
"Yao'er! Where are you?" He shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the well, carrying endless anxiety and worry.
Finally, his gaze locked onto the silver light. His figure flashed, and he was instantly beside Yun Yao. Looking at Yun Yao, who was safe and sound, a huge weight dropped from his heart, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red.
"Yao'er, I finally found you." He said softly, his voice full of affection and relief. He reached out and gently held Yun Yao's hand, as if holding the whole world.
Yun Yao raised her head, tears also glistening in her eyes. She looked at the man before her who had risked everything for her, her heart filled with emotion and warmth. The two of them smiled at each other, no words needed; everything was expressed in that affectionate gaze.
"Let's go, we still have a long way to go." Yun Yao said softly.
Chu Mochen nodded slightly and tightened his grip on her hand. Spiritual energy surged through their bodies, transforming into a beam of light as they sped towards the wellhead. They knew that what awaited them would be even more difficult challenges and even more brutal battles. But they held no fear in their hearts, for they were by each other's side, and they shouldered the fate of the Three Thousand Worlds.
The moment they stepped out of the Well of Fate, the Siming Hall was still in ruins. But their eyes held an unprecedented resolve. They took a deep breath and walked hand in hand out of the hall, ready to embrace their unknown fate and write their own legend.