Staring into those beautiful yet desperate eyes, Wu Yue felt as if her throat was stuffed with cotton, unable to utter a single word. Not even a simple question like, "Who are you?"

A breeze blew through the cave, lifting the disheveled hair on his forehead, making him look like a handsome young man from ancient Greece wearing an exquisite flower wreath who had strayed into this bustling world and into the bright, shimmering light.

Immediately afterwards, the chains imbued with spiritual energy on his body began to clang. These heavy chains should never have intersected with his slender body and handsome appearance, yet now he was imprisoned here by these chains, trapped in his own self-imposed prison.

Wu Yue opened her mouth, but unexpectedly the boy spoke first.

The boy raised the corners of his mouth, and that faint smile touched Wu Yue's heart, causing her a pang of pain.

"Sister."

Hearing his gentle, childlike voice, Wu Yue felt a chill creep down her spine. It wasn't the voice itself that frightened her, but the desolation within it that sent shivers down her spine. He was still such a young child… why was this happening? Who had locked him here?

He called himself "elder sister." Yes, they looked so alike and were about the same age. Wu Yue had already decided in her heart that they were twins.

Perhaps so, in this world.

As Wu Yue's thoughts settled, the boy's voice echoed once more in the empty, dark void: "When will you execute me?"

"I seem to have gotten used to the darkness; even this faint moonlight is extremely bright to me."

"Sister, can you hug me? It's so cold here."

The sound of fabric rustling rang out. Wu Yue hurried forward, reaching out but grasping only air. She turned around in a panic, whether out of memory or instinct, as if someone were calling out through her mouth, "A-Tan!"

However, only her voice echoed against the cave wall, leaving a chill in my heart, just like the cold wind blowing through her empty sleeves.

"Book Goddess! Hurry!" Someone outside was calling her.

Wu Yue turned around abruptly and hurried to the cave entrance. Before her eyes, the world changed color, and countless strange beasts gazed at each other from afar.

The boy, bound by chains, stood in the center of the fire pit, as bolts of lightning struck down from the dark, cloud-covered sky.

Wu Yue rushed forward, snatching a sword from someone's hand as she ran. She could vaguely hear someone talking behind her, but she paid no attention to it.

"Corner, isn't this...?!"

"It is indeed the Guiyuan Sword."

Holding the Guiyuan Sword, Wu Yue, perhaps influenced by its master, unleashed a fierce aura that clashed violently with the fire spirits gathering around the fire platform, resembling a volcanic eruption or an iron tree adorned with silver blossoms—a breathtakingly beautiful and turbulent spectacle. Wu Yue, at the heart of the raging inferno, didn't notice the Guiyuan Sword in her hand; its ease of use stemmed from her shrunken body.

At this moment, Wu Yue resembled a murderous god brimming with ferocity: "A-Tan shouldn't have died!"

“He is also a god, and you are his children. You should believe in him and not let your senses be blinded by the ways of heaven! I do not ask you to fight against the ways of heaven with me, I only hope that you will not stop me from saving him.”

"God of Books, it's no use! A god whose name has been marked for destruction and extinction by the Heavenly Dao has no chance of survival."

Not far away, a woman with fox ears called out. This person had an imposing aura, a charming and alluring appearance, captivating eyes, and wore very special clothes that resembled both silk and flowing gauze, thin and transparent, exuding a surging and unrestrained energy.

"Lord Book God, we also want to save him, but..."

"My God, you are a child too, what can you do?"

"But what can we do? She was chosen by Heaven. It can only be said that she was chosen by this world. Only she is qualified."

Amidst the clamor of the crowd, these sounds reached Wu Yue's ears. The girl's resolve hardened. "I'm willing to give up my divine position for him! If Heaven's lightning is to strike, let it strike me!"

"No!"

"Lord Book God!"

As the sound entered the waves, in an instant, Wu Yue's vision became increasingly blurred, and she vaguely saw people turning into beasts, rushing and surging towards her.

Wu Yue was suddenly plunged into a torrent of consciousness, and a faint sigh seemed to drift into her ears: "Fate is cruel, why are they twins?"