wedding
The netherworld was dead silent, the leaden sky hanging low, as if unable to withstand the pervasive, terrifying pressure that could bring even gods and demons to their knees. Before the shattered ancient temple, a figure shrouded in night robes stood like the Lord of Hell, the ruler of life and death. With a pair of ethereal eyes, the left eye of cessation, the right of reincarnation, he quietly awaited her response with unquestionable dominance.
Yinglong stood there, his crimson armor dimmed, his face pale. The image of the Crown Prince being casually whisked away still reverberated before his eyes. The disparity in power was already a world of difference. The "Ao Guang" before her was no longer a remnant soul in need of her protection, but an unknown being fused with numerous forbidden powers, capable of unleashing catastrophic catastrophes with a single thought.
His "proposal" was more like an ultimatum.
The three realms are the betrothal gift, and destruction is the oath.
Agreeing to it would mean being bound to this dangerous and unpredictable existence, and the future would be unpredictable. It would also go against her duty and conscience as the God of War in Heaven.
If he didn't agree... the aura of annihilation that permeated him wasn't just empty threats. He could do it. Overthrowing the three realms, dragging everything down with him, might simply be fulfilling a "promise" a thousand years overdue.
Advance or retreat, both are abysses.
She looked at his cold eyes, which were burning with a faint fire deep inside, trying to find a trace of the Ao Guang of the past, a trace of rationality that could lead to communication and redemption.
But all she saw was a bottomless obsession and madness. Millennia of pent-up emotion, the pain of annihilation, the transformation of rebirth from the netherworld, had long since hardened that obsession into something indestructible, twisting it into its current form.
He wasn't negotiating, he was declaring.
Time passed in suffocating silence.
Ao Guang's aura began to grow impatient. The chaotic vortex in his right eye spun faster, stirring the surrounding dark gray mist, emitting a whimpering sound. Invisible pressure surged like a tide, impacting Yinglong's mind, forcing her to make a decision.
Yinglong slowly closed his eyes.
Countless images flashed through my mind.
It is the thousand-year lonely wait at the bottom of the East China Sea, the resolute whisper of the sword piercing the heart in front of the Yaochi Lake, the repeated near-death protection and struggle in the underworld, and the earth-shattering transformation and awakening in the ancient palace...
Also, those eyes that silently gazed at her amidst the surging waves during the flood control, putting her safety before his own.
The entanglement of cause and effect has long been unclear and cannot be cut off.
What she once thought was a farewell became the source of his thousand years of pain.
Her attempt to save him has only led to an even greater disaster.
Perhaps, ever since the words "wait for me to come back" a thousand years ago, their fates have been destined to be intertwined again in this extreme way.
When she opened her eyes again, Yinglong's eyes were filled with peace. It was the kind of peace that came from recognizing reality and accepting fate. It carried a hint of fatigue, a hint of helplessness, but also a hint of relief... a sense of relief that even she herself couldn't put into words.
She raised her head and met those empty eyes. Her voice was cold, but it rang out clearly in this deadly place:
"good."
A single word, without any embellishment or emotion, exploded in Ao Guang's heart like thunder.
The restless aura around him, which seemed to want to destroy everything, suddenly stagnated.
In those cold, empty eyes, the two deep flames suddenly lit up for a moment, as if something had dropped a stone into the lake of his heart composed of extinction and chaos, causing ripples.
He looked at her for a long time.
Then, slowly, extremely slowly, he raised his hand.
There was no grand ceremony, no noisy guests, no vast expanse of colored glaze as betrothal gifts, and no dragons from all over the world watching the ceremony.
There is only this broken underworld, endless silence, and the existence of two destinies that are completely entangled and can no longer be separated.
He took her hand.
His hands were cold, with a sense of nothingness unique to the law of annihilation, yet strangely steady.
Yinglong did not resist.
She let those cold fingers pass through her fingers and hold them tightly.
The moment the touch came, a huge and pure energy, a fusion of the vitality of chaos and the power of annihilation, flowed along the two people's clasped hands, gently but irresistibly, into Yinglong's broken body and soul!
This energy was far more vast and fundamental than the previous core feedback! Like a warm tide, it instantly enveloped every inch of her damaged meridians and soaked the hideous cracks on her soul!
The speed of repair suddenly increased by more than a hundred times!
Those wounds to his foundation that would have taken countless years to heal, under the impact of this force, healed and reshaped at a speed visible to the naked eye! The dim red armor once again glowed, the pale face regained its color, and the weak aura rose steadily!
Was he fulfilling one of his "bride price" in this way?
Yinglong's heart was shaken, but he said nothing. He just silently felt the long-lost sense of power, which gradually filled his limbs again.
"Ao Guang" watched the changes in her breath, and a very faint, almost satisfied look seemed to flash across his empty eyes.
He took her hand, turned around, and faced the boundless, dead and silent underworld.
Without parents, I can use this eternal underworld as a witness.
If there are no guests, then the myriad echoes that sink into this place will be the guests.
He spoke, his voice still cold, yet with a solemnity that seemed to carry the weight of a fulfilled vow:
"Today, the netherworld bears witness, and heaven and earth bear witness."
"Ao Guang," he paused, then turned his head to look at Yinglong beside him. For the first time, his ethereal eyes reflected her image so clearly. "Become a Taoist companion with Yinglong."
"Life and death depend on each other, and happiness and misfortune are shared."
"Throughout the cycle of reincarnation, this thought remains."
The moment the words fell, the entire underworld seemed to be silent for a moment.
The countless drifting and broken echoes of memories seemed to resonate silently at this moment.
An invisible yet real thread of cause and effect, accompanied by the recognition of some supreme law, completely and eternally binds the fate of the two people together.
The wedding was done.
In a way that was so strange, so illogical, and yet so... inevitable.
Yinglong felt the surging and resurgent power in his body, and the causal bond that was closely connected to the person beside him and could never be severed, and his heart was filled with emptiness.
No joy, no sadness.
There is only a kind of... calmness as if the dust has settled.
She turned her head and looked at her new "husband" beside her.
He was also looking at her. The coldness in his empty eyes was still there, but the dark fire burning deep inside seemed to have subsided a lot, replaced by a kind of... silence after possession.
He raised his other hand and gently brushed a strand of hair on her forehead with his fingertips. His action was filled with an unfamiliar but unquestionable possessiveness.
"From now on," he looked at her, his voice low and clear, "you are my wife."
"In the three realms and six paths, no one can take you away from me anymore."
"If I break this oath—"
He hadn't finished speaking, but the chaotic vortex that suddenly accelerated in his right eye, and the aura of annihilation that was faintly rising from his body again, which made the underworld tremble, said it all.
Yinglong remained silent and did not respond.
She just let him hold her hand and stand in this dark and desolate place that symbolizes the completion of the ceremony.
The future ahead is unknown, and it is created by this pair of "Taoist companions" who are not tolerated by the world...the future.
The wedding paved with blood and madness has come to an end.
The storm that was started by this wedding and was destined to sweep across the three realms has just... begun.
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