Chapter 115 Master is Gone
The method to leave isn't particularly difficult, but it's not exactly simple either—this world relies entirely on the protagonist, Cen Dao's, luck. If a world needs ten points of luck to maintain normal operation, then Cen Dao alone occupies nine points, while the remaining point is maintained by the other supporting characters and cannon fodder. Therefore, Cen Dao is the foundation of this world's operation. To leave this world, one must seize Cen Dao's luck. As long as Cen Dao receives less attention from the Heavenly Dao, the world's barrier will weaken, giving them a chance to leave and return to the present world. In short, the process isn't complicated. This is why Ye Chi came to this world by chance. He's not from this world and isn't affected by its luck, so he won't be controlled by the protagonist's halo. In other words, he can act according to his own thoughts and intentions, unlike the supporting characters and cannon fodder in this world who easily become stepping stones for the protagonist.
His arrival was largely orchestrated by Deng Mingtian, but no one expected that this unfortunate transmigrator would be none other than his old classmate Ye Chi.
The plan proceeded as smoothly as Deng Mingtian had anticipated, even exceeding his original expectations. Ye Chi's enthusiasm for the world within the book almost caused the entire Heavenly Dao to involuntarily begin to tilt in his favor. Deng Mingtian had been asleep during this time, and when he awoke and saw the enormous changes that had occurred in this world, he initially thought he had inexplicably traveled to another world.
Now, this novel world, which was originally just for pure enjoyment, is gradually resembling a normal and complete world because it has lost the influence of the protagonist's luck. This is undoubtedly a good thing for the beings in this world. Whether it's Ya Feiyu, who was forced to turn evil by the plot, or every female supporting character in the harem who fawns over the protagonist because of the plot, their lives, without the influence of the protagonist's luck, are indeed heading back to their original, proper course. They were never born to be anyone's appendage or foil. No matter who they are or what their status is, they should all have their own lives.
Moreover, even without the influence of this exceptionally fortunate destiny, Cen Dao's life wouldn't have been so bad. He would have become a renowned grandmaster due to his extraordinary talent for cultivation, revered by thousands, holding a high position, possessing a beautiful wife, and eventually retiring to the mountains. After his death, he would have been recorded in history books and remembered for eternity. His current miserable state is only a small part due to the stripped-away protagonist's fortune; the majority of his misfortune is due to his own actions.
However, it's not entirely incomprehensible. In his previous life, he was incredibly successful, practically the center of the entire cultivation world. To suddenly fall from a prodigy to a struggling insect in the mud is not something everyone can accept in a short time, let alone someone like Cen Dao who has been so highly praised that he has almost never experienced anything.
The two remained silent with perfect understanding, prompting Cen Dao to chuckle, as if mocking his own lingering hope. He spoke slowly, a chill running through his dark eyes. A slight twitch of his lips betrayed little sincerity; his raised lips were like a sharp sword. He smiled, and despite his now somber expression tainted by demonic energy, his smile still held a touch of innocence, a fleeting glimpse of his former youthful purity. He said, "So, you intend to kill me?"
...This question was truly cruel. The two exchanged a quick glance, unsure how to answer. The character he had personally created was now standing vividly before him. Even if he were the most cruel person, Deng Mingtian couldn't bring himself to say anything particularly realistic. He choked for a long time, meeting those deep, inky eyes, feeling guilty no matter what he said.
With a soft scoff, Cen Dao clearly hadn't expected a satisfactory answer. He clenched his fists at his sides, his wispy bangs concealing the dark expression in his eyes, and said, "Anyway, I came here to defy fate..."
What did these words mean? Ye Chi suddenly looked up and saw a golden barrier suddenly appear beneath Cen Dao's feet, dazzling even in this entirely golden space. He summoned the four supreme treasures he had previously seized, placing them in the four corners of the barrier, while he stood in the center, his hands rapidly forming hand seals and chanting incantations. The next second, a beam of light shone down, landing on Cen Dao, making him appear incomparably holy, like a god descending. A look of wild joy visibly appeared in his eyes, and he involuntarily spread his arms, wanting to embrace the light. His voice was filled with suppressed madness, making all who heard it recoil: "Finally, finally! After enduring humiliation and hardship for so many days, I have finally waited for this day. Just you wait, Ya Feiyu, Ye Chi, once I obtain everything that was rightfully mine, the first thing I will do is to tear you two to pieces!"
His words were filled with gnashing hatred, each syllable seemingly steeped in his long-accumulated resentment. Ye Chi sensed something was wrong. A strange scroll slowly descended from the golden light. It was unremarkable in appearance, but its pages were open, revealing densely packed ancient characters.
Deng Mingtian's expression darkened slightly, and he placed a hand on Ye Chi's shoulder. The moment the golden light descended, the two of them were immobilized, as if held down by a more advanced species—a feeling that was unsettling. Ye Chi turned to look at Deng Mingtian, his brow furrowing, and asked, "Do you know what this is?"
“Of course I know the settings I wrote,” Deng Mingtian said anxiously, his eyes fixed on the book, “but—this is clearly a discarded setting that I didn’t include in the main text—”
This book records the story of this world, past, present, and future—everything they might experience is clearly recorded in it. In other words, it is actually a localized translation of the original work. Whoever obtains this book can rewrite its history, and the characters within it will not be aware of it. Even if a powerful figure in the cultivation world is silently killed off, no one will notice anything amiss, because the Heavenly Dao of the world will automatically repair these loopholes so that the world can continue to operate normally.
In other words, whoever gets this book becomes the creator of this world.
It turns out that what you can get after collecting all four of the world's greatest treasures is this.
Cen Dao got the book, and it was obvious what he wanted to write. Facing Ye Chi's resentful gaze, Cen Dao glanced at him defiantly, a smile as always on his lips as a protagonist in the face of victory. He deliberately turned the book so that Ye Chi could see it, and drew a big red X over Ya Feiyu's name.
Ye Chi's pupils constricted sharply, and he cried out almost hoarsely, "No!!!"
In that instant, Ya Feiyu's name floated from the pages of the book, the crooked ancient characters forming standard characters, before crumbling and disintegrating before Ye Chi's eyes, turning into dust and scattering on the ground, as if this person had never existed. Ye Chi didn't realize that his eyes were already red; he watched as the fragmented characters melted into the golden sand, tears streaming down his face.
"As for you," Cen Dao's eyes were filled with disgust. Ye Chi was an outsider, and his name was not recorded in the book, which meant that Cen Dao could not do anything to him. He raised his pen and drew a line in the air, his voice gradually fading into the distance, "Get out of this space!"
...
When Ye Chi awoke, the crimson hue in the sky had faded. It was daytime now, and he felt weak all over. He struggled to sit up, his eyes stinging. He touched them; they were swollen, and even the slightest touch felt like a burning sensation. He pursed his lips and looked up at the sky. There was nothing there, just a clear, cloudless expanse.
...Even the ravenous language is gone.
He looked around. This place was no longer the place filled with demonic energy, but a quiet and peaceful forest. The lake, with its undercurrents, was filled with crystal-clear water, and fish could be seen swimming happily in it. Seeing Ye Chi standing there in a daze on the shore, the fish even came up to him without any shyness and blew bubbles at him.
Everything seemed so normal, as if the previous calamity had never happened.
...But Ya Feiyu is gone.
Perhaps the grief was too intense, for Ye Chi couldn't cry for the time being. He just stared intently, and couldn't help but laugh at his own disheveled appearance in the lake. He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and a single crystal tear inadvertently fell, merging with the lake water.
He slowly stood up and went down the mountain without much hesitation.
There used to be a small village at the foot of the mountain that he and Ya Feiyu had built together, but now it's gone. The place is empty and devoid of any sign of life. Ye Chi was taken aback and wandered aimlessly until he arrived at a nearby main city. The noise around him was still there, and the people living there had bright smiles on their faces.
Could it be that everything just now, along with Ya Feiyu's disappearance, was truly erased from the world...?
Ye Chi was walking absentmindedly when he heard a voice coming from the roadside and stopped to look. An old man, nearly fifty years old, was telling a story vividly—recounting the many illustrious deeds of Venerable Tianxue during his lifetime. He talked about how, at his peak, he had single-handedly entered the East Sea to slay a sea serpent, and about his exceptional swordsmanship talent, attracting countless passersby to stop and watch. The old man became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, and Ye Chi listened intently. Perhaps because he was eager to find everything related to Ya Feiyu, he stood at the front of the crowd, listening to the people's exclamations and the old man's story.
But all the words and stories, when they all come together, leave only a sigh: "What a pity, what a pity."
"Unfortunately, the heavens are jealous of talent. Celestial Snow suddenly contracted a strange illness and died despite all efforts to save her."
"A prodigy... gone just like that."
"What a pity, what a pity."
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