amaotonovel Chapter 972: The Writings Shock the Soul
Chapter 972: The Writings Shock the Soul
The glazed dome of the Creation Temple reflected the galaxy of the Three Thousand Worlds. Yun Yao's fingertips slid across the suspended jade plate, and countless golden runes flowed into her palm like swimming fish. She suddenly paused, and a scarlet rune oozed from the cracks in the jade plate, twisting across the smooth ground to form the twisted shape of the character "嫣". The system's alarm suddenly sounded, and exclamations echoed from outside the temple: "The laws of chaos are fluctuating! A crack in the laws of the Central World has appeared!"
Yun Yao tapped her toes, instantly penetrating the seven layers of barrier. Below, the continent cracked like a spiderweb, and from the black mist emerged an inverted mountain of books. Each page burned with a faint blue flame, yet it could never be completely consumed. At the top of the mountain, Liu Yan'er, dressed in a plain white robe, clutched a brush that exuded a familiar scent—the wolf-hair brush Yun Yao had once left behind in the secular world's royal palace.
"Long time no see, Yun Yao." Liu Yan'er turned around, her face no longer as gloomy as before, but with a bit more compassion, "Look, these stories are so interesting." She waved her brush, and unfolded a book in the void. The picture showed the scene of Yun Yao being bullied when she first entered the palace, but the following plot took a sharp turn: Liu Yan'er took a group of servants to drive away the abuser, and also fed healing pills to the seriously injured "Yun Yao".
Yun Yao's pupils constricted. This was utterly different from the history she remembered. She attempted to mobilize her divine sense to investigate, but discovered that the laws of this area had been distorted by some force, rendering even the might of the Chaos Godhead ineffective. "This is the 'parallel world' I created," Liu Yan'er smiled, opening another scroll. "Here, you and I have never been enemies. In fact..." In the scene, the two sat side by side in the palace garden, Liu Yan'er pinning a crabapple blossom into Yun Yao's hair.
"Impossible!" Yun Yao summoned the Hongmeng Pen, but the tip was entangled by golden chains the moment it touched the mountain of books. Only then did she notice that each burning page was engraved with tiny Heavenly Dao runes, interwoven into a vast web that enveloped the entire world. Liu Yan'er sighed softly, "Do you think defeating the Lord of Order means you control everything? All these years, reviewing scripts in the Temple of Creation, weren't you just another Heavenly Dao puppet?"
The system suddenly emitted a piercing beep, sending a sharp pain through Yun Yao's sea of consciousness. Countless unfamiliar memories flooded in like a tide. She saw, in a certain time and space, Liu Yan'er kneeling in the shattered palace, clutching the half of Yun Yao's fallen jade pendant. In another world, Liu Yan'er, protecting Yun Yao, was pierced through the chest by a cultivator's magical weapon, and before dying, she murmured, "Live..."
"These are all 'possibilities' you've forgotten." Liu Yan'er raised her wolf-hair brush, and the ink dripping from the tip condensed into words in the air. "When you created the world, you used the 'pen of fate' to erase all the side stories of our friendship, leaving only the main storyline of hatred. Why? Because this plotline better suits your ideal of a 'comeback'?"
Yun Yao stumbled back, shattering the barrier of laws behind her. She finally understood why, every time she clashed with Liu Yan'er, she always saw a flash of sadness in her eyes. The Chaos Godhead began to tremble violently, and countless golden threads escaped from her body, connecting to every page of the mountain of books. It turned out that from the beginning, she had been trapped in a cage of her own making.
"Now, it's time to end this." Liu Yan'er's voice suddenly turned cold. The mountain of books collapsed, and countless burning pages transformed into sharp blades and shot towards Yun Yao. Yun Yao instinctively swung the Hongmeng Pen, but found that the tip of the pen was not flowing with the power of chaos, but with the black guilt. The blades pierced her protective divine light, leaving tiny scars on her skin, and each wound oozed blood beads carrying memories.
Just as Yun Yao was about to be submerged in the storm of book blades, a familiar figure stepped in front of her. Chu Mochen, surrounded by the emblem of creation, his Hongmeng brush clashed with Liu Yan'er's wolf-hair brush, emitting a dazzling burst of light. "Back then, you said you'd write our own script, but you refused to let even the supporting characters' fate go." Chu Mochen's voice was filled with unprecedented disappointment. "Yun Yao, is this the 'eternity' you desire?"
Cracks appeared in Yun Yao's godhead. She saw the myriad worlds she had created crumbling, countless lives reduced to dust amidst the turbulent laws. Yet, amidst this chaos, Liu Yan'er's figure grew ever clearer. She stood amidst the ruins, the wolf-hair brush in her hand suddenly blazing with brilliant light. The "possibilities" Yun Yao had crossed out were reborn like a phoenix rising from the ashes.
"I once thought becoming a god would change my fate." Liu Yan'er's voice echoed across heaven and earth. "But when I gained the power of the Heavenly Dao, I discovered the saddest thing was that I couldn't even write my own ending. Yun Yao, do you dare to put aside your godhood and write a new story with me? A story without a villain, a story without a predetermined ending?"
Yun Yao observed the disappointment in Chu Mochen's eyes, then glanced at the wolf-hair brush in Liu Yan'er's hand. Finally, she made a decision. She loosened her grip on the Hongmeng brush, and the Chaos Godhead transformed into countless points of light, merging into the heavens and earth. In an instant, the distorted laws began to recover, and the burning mountain of books transformed into a floating cloud, recording countless new possibilities.
"Okay, let's start over." Yun Yao took the wolf-hair brush from Liu Yan'er. The moment the tip of the brush fell, the entire world fell silent. Beneath their feet, a brand new world was taking shape. This world had no predetermined script, no destined enemies, only countless futures waiting to be written.
In the Temple of Creation, a new jade plate slowly emerged. The runes on it were no longer golden, but a soft silver-white. For the first time, the System's voice held warmth: "The awakening of the 'Law of Free Will' has been detected. Welcome to the true 'Hongmeng Universe'."