Thirty-seven gods
Yunxi's finger gently touched Shixu's brow.
"Open the door." Her voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable force. "Let all of you in."
Time's eyelashes fluttered, then he chuckled softly. The laughter carried a sense of liberation, and a resolute determination. He closed his eyes, his divine nature fully revealed.
There was no earth-shattering sound, only a fine, rustling sound, like spring rain nourishing all things.
The wooden house was given life at that moment.
The light beside the bookshelf began to flow, and the first figure emerged from the light and shadow—the one who had exhausted his divine power for her in the thirty-seventh cycle. He leaned against the bookshelf, his face still pale, but he gave her a very faint yet genuine smile.
Immediately afterwards, a second figure appeared by the window. A younger figure, with the clear, youthful eyes of a child, was reaching out to gently touch the green vines hanging from the window.
A third person appeared at the table. He had a calm demeanor and was looking down at his father's notes, his brows slightly furrowed.
The fourth guard stood by the door, arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe, his sharp eyes scanning the outside of the window like the most loyal protector.
The fifth, the sixth...
In just a moment, thirty-seven time sequences stood quietly in this small wooden house.
They were all different in appearance and expression. Some had bloodstains that hadn't dried on their clothes, some wore clothing from different eras, and some had fine lines creeping around their eyes. The only thing they had in common was that all their gazes were fixed on Yunxi. There were no words, but that silent gaze converged into a warm current.
Leaning against the bed, the original Timeline looked at the room full of "itself," its Adam's apple bobbing slightly, before finally closing its eyes wearily.
"...They're all here."
Yunxi stood in the center of the room, her light brown eyes quietly sweeping over the similar yet unique faces.
The young Shi Xu handed over a cup of tea, steaming hot: "The temperature is just right." His eyes were clear, with a subtle gentleness.
The steady hand closed the notebook: "Your father's records are crucial; we're currently analyzing them."
Without looking back, the vigilant leader declared, "The external disturbances are intensifying."
The man in the corner, fiddling with a copper coin, chimed in, "The spacetime structure here is quite unique."
Yunxi took the teacup; the water temperature was indeed just right. She listened to their reports, each focused on their respective roles, as if listening to a multi-part symphony.
She took a sip of tea and looked at her original body, which was extremely weak due to the depletion of its power, beside the bed:
"Are you okay?"
Shi Xu opened her eyes, looked at the figures filling the room, and said softly, "It's a bit noisy."
But his eyes, which were always filled with loneliness, were now reflecting thirty-seven different kinds of light.
Yunxi put down her teacup and walked to the window. The distortion of the outside space was intensifying.
"Can he come in?" she asked, referring to all timelines.
The response to the timing of the alert was: "Not for now. The barrier remains."
A measured, concise summary: "Forced breakthroughs come at a price."
Yunxi nodded. She enjoyed this moment of tranquility, yet her thoughts never ceased. The crisis had only been temporarily averted.
She turned around, her gaze sweeping over the gods filling the room.
"So, before he pays the price to break in—" her voice was clear and calm, "let's think carefully about what kind of surprise we should prepare for him."
Thirty-seven pairs of eyes lit up at the same time.
Like stars suddenly lit up in the night sky.
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