bookrebus Chapter 709 Changing Fate Against Heaven
Chapter 709 Changing Fate Against Heaven
The world seemed to lose its color in an instant. Yun Yao felt her vision spin, her legs weakening. If Chu Mochen hadn't reached out and grasped her waist in time, she would have nearly collapsed to the ground. The usually steady electronic voice of the System Lord now trembled uncontrollably: "Damage to the target's destiny star has been detected! Conventional methods cannot repair it. You must proceed to the 'Heavenly Dao Siming Palace' to rewrite the destiny chart."
Yun Yao's gaze was fixed on the cracked, blood-red Fate Star in Saint Youyue's hand. Those hideous cracks seemed like fate's cruel mockery, each one announcing Chu Mochen's imminent demise. Her lips trembled as she tried to speak, but her throat was too dry to utter a single sound.
"Three days... How could it be..." Yun Yao's heart was filled with despair, tears streaming uncontrollably, strings of glistening tears rolling down her cheeks and hitting the cold ground. She and Chu Mochen had endured countless hardships together, from the thrilling mortal world to the life-and-death struggles of the cultivation world. They had supported each other through every crisis. She had once believed that as long as they worked together, nothing could stop them. But now, fate had so cruelly stood before them, sentencing them to a near-death sentence.
Chu Mochen felt Yun Yao's grief, his heart piercing like a thousand needles, the pain spreading throughout his body. Looking at the tearful woman in his arms, he gently raised his hand, his fingertips delicately wiping away the tears welling from her eyes, his movements so gentle as if he were handling the most precious treasure in the world. His lips suddenly curled up slightly, forming a faint smile, yet that smile revealed an endless determination and resolve.
"Yao'er, do you still remember when we were in the secular world, I said, 'If fate is unfair, rewrite it with your own hands'?" Chu Mochen's voice was low and powerful, ringing in Yun Yao's ears like a huge bell. Every word was filled with unquestionable firmness, as if to pass on strength to her.
Yun Yao was slightly startled by these words, and a flash of the past flashed through her mind. Back then, when they had just entered the secular world and faced the conspiracies and schemes of various forces, Chu Mochen always stood before her, shielding her from the wind and rain with his narrow but incredibly strong chest. After nearly losing their lives at the hands of a treacherous person, Chu Mochen held her hand tightly and spoke these words with a blazing gaze. His deep eyes burned with an unyielding fire, which made her firmly believe that as long as they were together, nothing could bring them down.
Memories flooded back into her mind, and the despair in Yun Yao's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a look of determination similar to Chu Mochen's. She nodded vigorously, biting her lower lip to prevent herself from choking out another sob.
"I remember, of course I remember." Yun Yao raised her tear-stained face and her eyes met Chu Mochen's. The light flashing in her eyes was brighter than the stars.
"Now, it's our turn to defy fate and change our destiny." Chu Mochen gripped Yun Yao's hand tightly, as if to merge their powers. The newly awakened divine power within him slowly surged, its light gathering in his palm before pouring into Yun Yao's body like a trickle. Yun Yao felt a surge of powerful, warm energy instantly spread throughout her body, dispelling the chill within her heart.
The two exchanged glances, their minds connected, and simultaneously formed hand gestures. Instantly, the surrounding space rippled violently, and the ancient runes on the teleportation array shone like living things, their light growing ever brighter, nearly blinding the viewer.
When Saint Youyue saw this, her face changed suddenly. She never thought that these two people would dare to resist in such a desperate situation and try to change their fate.
"No! You can't leave!" Saint Youyue let out a sharp roar, and her figure flashed, rushing towards the teleportation array like a ghost. She swung the blood-red whip in her hand, and the tip of the whip brought with it a sharp gust of wind, heading straight for Yun Yao and Chu Mochen.
However, just as the whip was about to reach them, the teleportation array erupted with a blindingly bright light, transforming into an invisible barrier that completely blocked Saint Youyue's attack. Saint Youyue felt a powerful recoil, sending her body flying backward uncontrollably, slamming heavily into a stone pillar, which collapsed with a resounding bang, sending up a cloud of dust.
Amid the exclamations of Saint Youyue, the figures of Yun Yao and Chu Mochen gradually became blurred and finally disappeared in the blood rain.
The next moment, they emerged into a strange and mysterious land. Mist shrouded the surroundings, and the silence was unsettling. Yun Yao gathered her thoughts and looked out. She saw a magnificent, ancient palace standing before her. A massive plaque hung high above the palace's entrance, inscribed with the words "Tian Dao Siming Hall." The writing was simple yet mysteriously majestic, as if telling a story of countless years of vicissitudes.
"This is the Siming Palace..." Yun Yao murmured softly, her voice echoing slightly in the empty environment.
Before they could fully survey their surroundings, a sudden, eerie chill washed over them. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen looked in warily, only to see the thousands of life lamps within the hall, once suspended and emitting a faint glow, begin to shake violently like awakened demons. Then, countless dark shadows slowly emerged from the life lamps. These shadows, each in a different form, twisted and hideous, were none other than the enemies they had slain on their path to cultivation, now transformed into "life calamity illusions," lunging towards them with bared fangs and claws.
"Don't be fooled by illusions!" Chu Mochen shouted. He held Yun Yao's hand tightly, the warmth from his palm constantly passing to her, giving her strength and courage. His eyes were sharp, and he quickly discerned the direction in this chaotic situation, pulling Yun Yao forward through the sea of life lights.
Yun Yao followed closely behind Chu Mochen, channeling her spiritual energy to create a thin protective shield around her, defending against the occasional sneak attacks from the phantoms. But at this moment, her gaze inadvertently glanced to the side, and suddenly, a life lamp so familiar that it made her heart tremble suddenly came into view.
The life lamp looked ordinary, but the image dancing on its wick struck Yun Yao like lightning. It was a modern operating room, cold instruments flashing indicator lights, and a woman lay on the operating table. It was Su Yao, her former self before the time travel. The curve on the ECG monitor gradually flattened, eventually becoming a lifeless line... That was the scene of her death before the time travel, a reflection of her deepest fear and regret.
"Host, please note that the life lamp ahead is related to the origin of your time travel!" The system's prompt sounded at an inopportune time, but it was like a thunderclap, awakening Yun Yao from the painful memories.
Yun Yao's body trembled slightly. She involuntarily stopped, her gaze fixed on the life lamp, as if pulled by an invisible force. Memories of the past surged back like a tide, recalling her ordinary yet regretful life before her time travel. As an ordinary writer, she struggled daily to make ends meet, dreaming of the day her work would be recognized by the world, but she always struggled in the quagmire of reality. Until a sudden illness dragged her completely into the abyss of darkness.
"Why...why do I see these here..." Yun Yao murmured to herself, tears blurring her eyes again.
Chu Mochen noticed something was wrong with Yun Yao. He turned around and saw her distraught look. His heart ached. He let go of Yun Yao's hand and gently embraced her, comforting her with his embrace.
"Yao'er, don't be afraid, I'm here." Chu Mochen whispered in her ear, his voice gentle but firm.
Yun Yao leaned in Chu Mochen's arms, feeling his warmth and strength, and her emotions gradually calmed down. She took a deep breath, raised her head, and her eyes were rekindled with fighting spirit.
"I can't give up like this. We must rewrite our destiny." Yun Yao said gritting her teeth.
At this moment, a loud noise suddenly erupted outside Siming Hall, shaking the entire palace slightly. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen exchanged a glance, a sense of foreboding welling up in their hearts.
Immediately afterwards, the temple door shattered, and the figure of the Holy Maiden Youyue burst in like a demon. Her hair was disheveled, her clothes torn, clearly having sustained significant injuries from the teleportation array. Yet, the madness in her eyes remained undiminished, intensifying instead.
What shocked Yun Yao and Chu Mochen was that Youyue Saint was holding Xiao Cui's body in her hands. Xiao Cui's eyes were tightly closed, her face was as pale as paper, and her head was drooping lifelessly.
"Xiao Cui!" Yun Yao cried out in shock, her heart ripped apart in agony. Xiao Cui had been by her side since childhood; though they were master and servant, they were like sisters. Seeing Xiao Cui like this, Yun Yao felt a surge of rage, wishing she could slice Youyue Saint into pieces.
However, just as Yun Yao was filled with grief and indignation, her eyes accidentally swept across Xiao Cui's chest. Suddenly, she found that the heart-protecting bell on Xiao Cui's chest was actually glowing slightly. Although the light was weak, it was like a ray of dawn in the darkness.
Yun Yao's heart skipped a beat; she keenly sensed that something was amiss. Drawing on her years of tacit understanding with Xiao Cui and her understanding of her, Yun Yao had a bold guess—this corpse was actually a puppet!
Saint Youyue seemed to have noticed the change in Yun Yao's gaze. She snorted coldly, threw Xiao Cui's body away, and approached Yun Yao and Chu Mochen.
"Do you think you can escape from my clutches? Today is the day you die!" The Holy Maiden Youyue laughed wildly, and her laughter echoed in the Siming Palace, making people shudder.
Yun Yao and Chu Mochen exchanged a glance. Their eyes, devoid of any fear, instead blazed with a burning fighting spirit. Since fate had driven them to this point, they were determined to fight to the bitter end, to rewrite this predetermined outcome, not only for themselves, but also for Xiao Cui and all the living beings in this world!
In this suffocatingly tense atmosphere, Yun Yao quietly reached into her sleeve, her fingertips lightly touching the several magical treasures hidden there, silently preparing to deal with the next attack from the Holy Maiden of Youyue. Chu Mochen, on the other hand, slightly leaned aside, shielding Yun Yao behind him. The original power of the Son of the Divine Court surged through him, like a volcano about to erupt, ready to erupt...