Fu Jiu in the mirror spoke:
"【Creating a Mystic Realm】will unlock your last two seals and completely break the shackles on your mind. You will obtain all the answers and make your future choices."
Fu Jiu's voice, like his appearance, was androgynous. Chang Le would feel dazed when he heard that voice and when his eyes were fixed on him.
Chang Le opened her mouth, with so many questions piling up in her heart, but in the end she only asked one question: "Will I... be able to see them?"
The pages trembled gently in the wind, and the silhouette on the paper seemed to come to life, as if it could turn around at any moment.
Chang Le wanted to see what her biological parents were like.
I just wanted to take a look.
Fu Jiu's hand reached out from the mirror, and Chang Le felt a gentle caress on her cheek: "Yes, we will see each other."
Chang Le chuckled softly.
On the other side of the room, Hua Anning sat on the bed, looking at Chang Le, who was sitting at the table, asking and answering himself, and touching his cheek with a complicated expression.
When Chang Le woke up, he found himself asleep with his head on his notebook. It was still dark on this winter morning, and the cold wind was howling in through the cracks in the window.
Chang Le sat up and rubbed his numb arms and legs. His gaze fell on the notebook he had been pressing down on, still showing that painting of a back view.
She wasn't good at drawing; the two silhouettes she drew were hastily and childishly, but still quite lifelike.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in from the window, turning the pages of the notebook, and Chang Le's gaze abruptly stopped.
Last night, a drawing appeared on the next page, which was still blank.
The painting depicts a young couple.
The man had doe-like eyes, a smiling face, and a friendly demeanor. He had medium-length brown hair.
The woman had neat short hair, red lips, and phoenix eyes. Her eyes were painted with an exceptionally delicate dark green color, giving her a cool and aloof demeanor.
Simple lines and a few colors vividly depict the appearance and temperament of the person in the painting.
Her parents, whose faces she couldn't recall, turned around and stared at her.
"drop……"
Tears fell on the woman's eyes, which were the same color as Chang Le's, and the woman's eyes seemed to shine.
Chang Le hurriedly used a tissue to wipe away the water stains, and only when she was wiping did she notice the trace of the next page showing up after the paper was wet.
She turned the page and discovered that there was another page of writing on the next page after the drawing.
It is written as:
“
I see you need to hug yourself to fall asleep.
I know you often wake up startled.
Unable to distinguish between dreams and reality
You dare not look at the sun in the sky.
Yet unwilling to destroy the remaining conscience.
I know all your struggles.
I am waiting
Waiting for you to choose your desired destination
…
Chang Le, 18 years old
This is a gift for you.
…
On January 21st, Fu Jiu presented a painting.
The handwriting wasn't hers, not Ye Buqi's sharpness, not Wei An's sloppiness, not the madman's distortion, not the young lady's calligraphy, but rather a sharpness with silver hooks and iron strokes and a regularity with consistent spacing between the lines.
This is Fu Jiu's handwriting, a blend of reason and the abyss of destruction.
Chang Le remained seated until Hua Anning stood up before putting away his notebook and composed himself.
Hua Anning, still half-asleep, frowned and asked, "You didn't sleep all night. The assessment starts today. Can you still hold on?"
Chang Le paused for a moment, then said, "I... took a nap."
Hua Anning looked at her and slowly said, "Last night you stared blankly at the mirror for a long time. I took a short nap and when I woke up, I saw you still writing and drawing. You only dozed off for an hour or two, how could that be of any use?"
Chang Le's heart rate was slightly fast.
The person who was writing and drawing there last night wasn't her.
If Fu Jiu hadn't deliberately left that message, she wouldn't have known that Fu Jiu had been out most of the night.
"Bunny?"
【Hey~ I'm here!】
422 appeared in my consciousness, yawning.
"Did you know that Fu Jiu was here last night?"
422: [Huh? What?]
Chang Le curled his lip: "Stupid rabbit! You're nothing!"
422 cried out in protest: 【This isn't my fault! I'm bound to you! Even when you sleep, I have to force a shutdown. Once you're asleep, I won't know who pops up! You all have identities, and I'm just a mascot charm, what can I do? Waaah~】
"Stop! Mute." Chang Le didn't want to watch the big rabbit throw a tantrum in his mind.
422 sped away in a flash.
Chang Le shook his head and went to wash up.
After gathering, everyone boarded the bus and headed to the Nuwa Base.
On the way, Chang Le closed his eyes to rest, but his mind was already searching for information about the Nuwa base using the [Internet].
Because of the use of the [Network] ability, 422, which is bound to this ability, has emerged.
[Let me highlight the key points for you! It's too much trouble to read through all this information bit by bit~] 422 deliberately transformed into a cute little boy to act adorable.
Chang Le hummed in agreement.
422 enthusiastically introduced her to him.
As the first war base established in the nine major regions of Central Plains, Nuwa Base is the largest, highest-level, most involved in the most affairs, and most strictly confidential, making it the true command core of Central Plains.
Unlike the Zhu Men Base, which is a centralized entity, the Nuwa Base is decentralized, consisting of four branches and one headquarters.
The four branches are located in different parts of Hua'an City, and their assessment location is the second branch where the Heaven-Mending Tower is located.
The exact location of the headquarters is not shown in general information.
Soon, they arrived at the second branch of the Nuwa base.
Hanging Sword Lake, south of Hua'an City.
This is a vast, deep lake, formed by a battle between four extraordinary beings during the Age of Gods more than three hundred years ago. Later, it was artificially constructed, with fresh water introduced along the lakeshore and into the lakebed, creating the second branch of the Nuwa Base.
A tall tower stands in the center of the lake, about seventy meters high from the lake surface to the top, with the lower half of the tower submerged in the water. The buildings on the lakeshore are connected to the central tower, and countless steel behemoths rise from the ground surrounding the lake, standing majestically and imposingly.
This tower, half submerged in the lake and half reaching into the clouds, is the actual structure of the Butian Tower and one of the main locations of the management committee.
At the top of the Tower of Heaven is a pavilion with no windows, and a bronze ancient sword hangs upside down from the roof.
Despite the wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, the ancient sword remained unshaken, its surface covered in rust.
The name of Hanging Sword Lake comes from this.
Eighteen people gathered by the lake, and an old man was invited over.
The old man had a weathered face, white hair, and sagging skin, but his eyes were bright and his back was straight, and he looked very energetic.
"I am Qin Ling, an elder of the management association and one of the guardians of the Heaven-Mending Tower." The old man's voice was powerful, and everyone could hear him clearly.
Chang Le pondered to himself.
The management committee has close ties with the Tower of Heavenly Repair, controlling two branches of the Nuwa Base and the research lab at headquarters. This Qin Ling should be from the Qin family and is one of the most senior members of the Central Plains region.
"I have been invited to serve as the invigilator for this assessment. I will supervise the assessment fairly and impartially. I hope everyone will abide by the rules and strive to be the best."
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