A gray mist suddenly enveloped Ning Yu and Shen Yiyue.
Outside the mist, the attacks from Chen Xing's greatsword and the blood-red sun in the sky were blocked by the fog.
Chen Xing's face was expressionless, but she did not stop her assault. The blood-red sun continued to pour down spheres of destruction onto the ground.
But inside the gray mist...
Despite knowing that "one must not gaze directly at a divine being," Shen Yiyue inexplicably felt the urge to look into Ning Yu's eyes, those eyes filled with divinity.
Those eyes belonged to the person she loved, and now they were filled with profound tenderness.
That tenderness enveloped her like warm, clear water.
Just by glancing at Ning Yu's eyes, Shen Yiyue felt countless images flash through her mind.
The fleeting memories of Ning Yu's past, encompassing all senses—sight, touch, taste, and hearing—gave Shen Yiyue a strange, ethereal sensation.
At that moment, it felt as though she had sunk to the bottom of a lake, a place where the origin and essence of all life were nurtured. She could almost hear the joyful sounds of all living things coming into existence.
This wondrous feeling intoxicated Shen Yiyue, and for a brief moment, all her worries and sorrows seemed to vanish.
She felt as though she had returned to her infancy.
From Ning Yu's perspective, Shen Yiyue gently closed her eyes.
The key formed from gray mist in her hand was the result of activating the [Mysterious Feminine Gate].
"Something existed in chaos, born before heaven and earth. Silent and formless, it stands alone and unchanging, moving in cycles without end..."
Ning Yu softly recited the words from the skill description.
It described something that existed even before heaven and earth, before everything was born.
It had never been altered by any will and continued to operate endlessly.
Was it the origin?
Ning Yu had no answer in her heart. She vaguely understood that she could never fully comprehend such an existence through language alone—it was a limitation of language as a tool.
But precisely because she was a finite being, she could feel happiness.
So if it couldn't be understood, perhaps it was better not to try.
Suddenly, a lock appeared on Shen Yiyue's chest, composed of black and white colors, each occupying half of the lock.
The black and white were not evenly divided but intertwined in a harmonious blend.
Her hands cradled the lock in midair, as if protecting something of great importance.
The keyhole in the center of the lock matched the gray mist key in Ning Yu's hand.
It felt like fate. Ning Yu already knew what to do. She inserted the key into the keyhole near Shen Yiyue's chest.
*Click.*
With a gentle twist, the circular lock opened.
A burst of gray mist erupted from Shen Yiyue's chest, seemingly creating a brand-new space filled with dazzling, star-like points of light.
Through the mist, Ning Yu saw a silver orb spinning within, like a small planet orbiting in the universe that was Shen Yiyue.
Ning Yu understood that this represented Shen Yiyue's origin—[Time].
This power did not belong to Shen Yiyue but was channeled through her, combined with Ning Yu's own abilities, allowing Ning Yu to find it in this mystical way.
Ning Yu reached into the gray mist at Shen Yiyue's chest, her hand sinking in as if merging with her body. Within the mist, she grasped the silver orb representing [Time].
The moment Ning Yu took hold of the orb, Shen Yiyue's brow furrowed slightly, as if she felt a pang of pain.
This was the burden placed on her body by something that did not originally belong to this world, now directly and starkly manifesting in reality.
Perhaps this was the cost mentioned in the skill description—the significant degradation of the user's abilities.
When Ning Yu removed the orb from Shen Yiyue's body, the silver orb instantly transformed into an hourglass floating in Ning Yu's hand.
It seemed that a tangible concept was necessary to contain it, as it did not belong to any classification of things in this world.
Ning Yu, of course, could not use the hourglass to strike down Chen Xing, so under her conscious control, the hourglass began to change shape.
Shen Yiyue had already lost consciousness, lying limply in Ning Yu's arms, her black hair spilling over Ning Yu's arm.
Ning Yu cradled Shen Yiyue with one hand while the hourglass in her other hand transformed into a slender silver sword.
On the hilt of the sword was engraved an intricate clock, and the air around it rippled with waves, as if time itself was speeding up, slowing down, stopping, and resuming.
[Host has acquired: Chrono Blade - Kronos]
A system notification echoed in Ning Yu's mind, revealing the name of the weapon.
But this was not its original form; it was merely the shape it took to manifest in this world.
The gray mist around them began to thin, and Ning Yu's golden eyes slowly became visible. Shen Yiyue, still unconscious, remained in her arms.
The mist did not completely dissipate. Ning Yu gently laid Shen Yiyue within the mist, as if placing her on a bed of clouds.
Holding Kronos, Ning Yu stepped forward, once again facing the blood-red "sun."
The weapon came with no instructions or system-based skills.
Instead, it granted Ning Yu unprecedented knowledge—something indescribable in words, a profound understanding of time itself.
With this knowledge, Ning Yu now understood time better than all the wisdom in the world combined.
She needed no techniques or skills; she simply had to feel the changes this knowledge could bring.
The blood-red halo above Chen Xing's head had soaked her hooded robe completely crimson, and the blood dripping onto the ground steamed with intense heat.
The moment Chen Xing saw Ning Yu, her blood-red greatsword and the "sun" above seemed to find a more suitable target.
But Ning Yu stood still, her golden eyes fixed on Chen Xing, whose face remained hidden beneath her hood.
Chen Xing, unable to speak, seemed to feel a soul-deep fear. She trembled for a moment before suppressing it.
The attacks from her greatsword and the blood-red sun struck Ning Yu, but they passed through her like special effects, leaving her unharmed.
"I exist in the present, the past, and the future. They are all on the sand table, and I can draw them as I please," Ning Yu murmured words that Chen Xing could not understand.
But from Chen Xing's perspective, under the blood-red sky and on the desolate, decaying land, countless versions of Ning Yu suddenly appeared.
Each held a slender silver sword, silently watching Chen Xing.
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ial death, also known as "shè sǐ" in Chinese, generally refers to... well, never mind, it's not important. My name is Ye Cheng, and I'm about to experience social death firsthand. ... 【Host, your mission is to confess your love to the young lady of the Dongfang family, the current student council president, in a way that will be unforgettable for everyone at the freshman ceremony!】 【Host, assist the girl with a sprained ankle in front of you to reach the infirmary, and fulfill the wicked thoughts in your heart!】 【Host, act on your desires and punish the arrogant young lady before you mercilessly!】 【Host, follow your instincts—abandon shameful surrender, begging, or groveling, and ruthlessly criticize the domineering, ill-mannered young lady in front of you!】 【Host...】 Ye Cheng: "Here, here, you take this host role—I quit!" Wait, why is the girl with a sprained ankle the daughter of a mafia boss? And what kind of punishment method is this for the arrogant young lady? Also, who the heck said anything about wicked thoughts in my heart? Come out here, let’s settle this one-on-one!!! ... The haughty student council president, the scheming mafia princess, the fragile yandere young lady, the airheaded maid-in-waiting, the mixed-blood loli/...
ey change clothes. Li Chuan contributed all his possessions, only to find that things were not as they seemed. Almost a year after joining, he hadn’t managed to get a single Daoist consort. Thinking he had been deceived, he was approached by a stunning senior fellow disciple who asked if he would like to form a spiritual bond. For those who don’t practice cultivation, they might not know what “forming a spiritual bond” is. Let me put it this way: A long-term relationship is called a “Daoist consort,” while a short-term relationship is known as “forming a spiritual bond.” From then on, Li Chuan discovered the true way to interact with the Yin-Yang Sect’s Daoist consorts. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form a spiritual bond with anyone, Whether it’s Senior Sisters, aunts, Daoist consorts of aunts, female elders, Daoist consorts of elders, or even the Daoist consort of the sect leader, anyone can form a spiritual bond as long as there are enough spirit stones.” I've already joined the Yin-Yang Sect, and you're telling me to focus on cultivation? Do you even know what the Yin-Yang Sect is all about?
