Chapter 121 Going Home
A vast expanse of white, like the world at its most primordial state. Looking around, there was nothing there; not to mention any physical form, even the breath of life was scarce. The most striking presence, besides him, was Cen Dao, who also stood there.
Ya Feiyu's long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he had sensed something. He lowered his lashes, his gaze falling on his palm. Starting from his fingertips, his body was gradually turning into a blur, and at the same time, his control over spiritual power was gradually diminishing, as if being sucked away by some invisible force. This feeling made Ya Feiyu quite uneasy. He frowned, and the golden light emanating from his wings slowly faded.
"How about it, surprised?" Cen Dao smiled, a hint of mockery in his eyes. His body was also gradually dissipating, seemingly even faster than Ya Feiyu's. Starting from his toes, he was gradually merging into the surrounding white environment. Ya Feiyu's delicate brows furrowed slightly as he looked around, his expression solemn: "...What are you planning to do?"
“Naturally, I will leave you here forever.” Cen Dao’s eyes were filled with almost twisted hatred. “This is the origin of the world, and no life can stay here for more than an hour.”
"I think you've seen it too, our bodies are slowly dissipating, and that's the evidence that the world is rejecting us."
At this point, Cen Dao suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly: "I thought that after entering here, I would be able to leave unscathed. I didn't expect that I would end up like you. I did gamble. However, if killing you requires paying with my life, I will not hesitate to choose to die."
Ya Feiyu's eyes flickered slightly, "...Why bother?"
Upon hearing this, Cen Dao did not speak, but his eyes still held a hint of mockery. He crossed his arms and said casually, "This is a space where you can only enter and not leave. Even if you are a god, you will be trapped here. So don't even think about leaving."
For a fleeting moment, a chilling killing intent seemed to flicker across Ya Feiyu's brow, but under Cen Dao's gaze, which held a hint of relief, his tightly clenched hand fell limply to his side. He clenched and unclenched, finally letting all his thoughts dissipate into a sigh tinged with melancholy. Ya Feiyu sat down, feeling his body gradually becoming lighter and unable to feel the temperature around him. He touched the ground beneath him, feeling as if he were touching a soft cloud, or perhaps nothing at all.
"When did you regain your memories of your past life?" Ya Feiyu asked, tilting her head.
As if he were about to die, all that hatred and murderous intent vanished like smoke. Cen Dao rested his hands on his cheeks, his mood unusually improved. He raised the corner of his lips and smiled, "I've remembered it from the very beginning."
Ya Feiyu's pupils contracted slightly, and Cen Dao slowly said, "I didn't want to kill you in the first place, but who told you to steal the fortune that should have belonged to me?"
Ya Feiyu felt utterly speechless. Seeing the hidden meaning in Cen Dao's eyes as he spoke of this, he swallowed back the words of explanation he had initially intended to say. He was a character in the book, and ultimately, he didn't understand much about the story's progression. He didn't know which of his actions had changed Cen Dao's life, nor did he understand why Cen Dao would blame him for these things.
He fluttered his eyelashes, and Cen Dao seemed unwilling to say more about the matter. He sat in front of Ya Feiyu, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far, leisurely swinging his legs, and said, "Anyway, ever since I found out that the Heavenly Dao was also on your side, I have had the idea of killing you, and today, I have succeeded."
Although he was gradually becoming transparent, he seemed completely unafraid of death, smiling brightly: "If we dissipate here, our souls will be trapped here forever, which is even more painful than being scattered."
These words sounded like a threat, but Ya Feiyu felt as if Cen Dao was reminding him. Although he was smiling, there was still bitterness in his eyes.
Indeed, how many people can accept death with equanimity, especially Cen Dao, who is only a young man not yet a hundred years old? At his age, whether for cultivators or mortals, he is still just a greenhorn, a rough gem that has not even had time to be polished before being thrown to the ground.
The phantom had spread to his heart. Ya Feiyu slowly closed his eyes, as if he were slowly dissolving into the light. He glanced at Cen Dao, who seemed to be floating in mid-air. Death was not quick; instead, it was slowly consuming his body. Cen Dao could no longer laugh. For a moment, only a deathly silence filled the air.
Ya Feiyu closed his eyes. He wasn't afraid of death, but he felt...somewhat regretful.
However, at that moment, a tiny crack appeared in the pure white space, keenly noticed by Ya Feiyu out of the corner of her eye. She abruptly looked up, astonished, to see the crack appear out of thin air, gradually widening and spreading throughout the entire space. In the blink of an eye, the space resembled shattered glass, riddled with jagged cracks. Ya Feiyu looked towards the initial crack, and a hand reached in from the other end, gently pushing, causing the already crumbling space to shatter instantly.
Ya Feiyu suddenly opened his eyes.
He was plummeting rapidly from mid-air, about to plunge into the deep sea. With lightning speed, Ya Feiyu used his wings to leap into the air just meters above the surface. Without a second thought, a figure landed not far behind him. The exceptional eyesight of the Tianyu clan allowed Ya Feiyu to recognize the person almost instantly—Cen Dao!
This person was different from Ya Feiyu. He could fly in the air entirely thanks to his spiritual power, but his golden core had been overloaded earlier, and now he couldn't squeeze out any spiritual power at all. Without thinking much, Ya Feiyu quickly flew over, barely managed to grab the man by the back of his collar, and lifted him up.
"You—?" Cen Dao, who thought he was going to die in the vast sea of blood, turned his head in surprise. The latter did not even glance at him, and quickly led the people back to the sea palace, finally landing steadily.
...The blood-red hue on the horizon had faded.
But both Ya Feiyu and Cen Dao are alive and well now.
With a smile on his face, Ya Feiyou slowly walked over: "Thanks to you all, I was able to shatter the Heavenly Dao of this world."
"The origin of the Heavenly Dao?" Ya Feiyu paused, then asked in return.
“Ah, that’s the space you just entered. That’s the origin of the Heavenly Dao,” Ya Feiyou replied calmly. “If we want to resolve this calamity, besides one of you dying, there is another way: to find the source that caused all of this.”
Ye Chi suddenly realized: "To solve a problem, you have to solve the person who raised the problem?"
Ya Feiyou praised with a look of "you are teachable": "That's right, exactly. I have searched for it countless times, but the origin of the Heavenly Dao is very cunning. It usually hides in the sky and is protected by the sky. Even if I have the power to reach the heavens, I can hardly do anything to it. Fortunately, it acted impulsively, which gave me this opportunity."
In other words—
"So, I can go back?!" A voice suddenly rang out, startling Ye Chi. He turned around abruptly and saw Deng Mingtian almost in tears, clinging to Ye Chi in a bear hug, wailing, "I can finally go home!!! Old Ye, we must find a chance to get together when we get back..."
Ya Feiyu's heart skipped a beat. She looked at Ye Chi, her eyes filled with a hint of loneliness and helplessness: "Go back...?"
Ya Feiyou, always eager for drama, said, "Didn't he tell you? He's not from this world, but from another."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Chi had a bad feeling. He saw that Ya Feiyu looked like he hadn't recovered yet. He raised his eyes and looked at Ye Chi, his silver eyes filled with astonishment, as if questioning why he hadn't told him. Ye Chi felt guilty. He hesitated for a moment, thinking of what excuse to use to gloss over the situation, but Ya Feiyu looked away first.
"From another world? Can you send them back?"
Ye Chi's eyes widened suddenly, seemingly surprised that Ya Feiyu would ask such a question. Ya Feiyu was also somewhat surprised, her expression pausing slightly: "Yes, of course, after the Heavenly Dao Origin disappears, there will be nothing to restrict my power, but... are you willing to give it up?"
“The origin of the Heavenly Dao in our world is very fragile, so outsiders can come and go as they please,” Ya Feiyou said hesitantly. “But the Heavenly Dao in their world… is very powerful. If they go back, they may never be able to return.”
A hint of melancholy seemed to appear in Ya Feiyu's eyes. He sighed and said, "But this is not their home."
Ye Chi's eyes instantly reddened: "Master..."
Ya Feiyu shook his head. He never showed his emotions outwardly, and now he simply patted Ye Chi on the shoulder to indicate that he was alright. He looked at Ya Feiyou again and said, "Let them go home."
"Master, I don't want to go back." Ye Chi suddenly hugged his waist tightly, pressed his head against his neck, his eyes were slightly red, and his voice was already tinged with sobs, "I don't want anyone else, I only want Master. Wherever Master is, that's where my home is."
Ya Feiyu lowered her long eyelashes and gently patted his head, still as gentle as ever, but the words she spoke were still cold: "Let them go back."
Ya Feiyou raised an eyebrow: "Now?"
"Now."
Ya Feiyou gathered spiritual power at her fingertips and drew a rift in the air. From the outside, it seemed to lead to a boundless sea of stars. Ya Feiyou said, "This rift will only last for three minutes. If you want to go back, hurry up. I can't hold on for much longer."
Deng Mingtian couldn't wait to run to the crevice, grabbed Ye Chi's arm and tugged at it: "Hurry up, Lao Ye, it'll be too late if we don't leave now. Don't you want to go home? Don't you want to play on your phone?"
Of course he wanted to. Having lived in this world of cultivation for so long, Ye Chi had actually been longing for the modern world for quite some time, but he missed Ya Feiyu even more. He turned around and saw that person standing there, as if a random gust of wind could blow his thin body away.
"Master..." he murmured.
Ya Feiyu shook her head slightly, a faint smile on her lips. At that moment, the sun rose, piercing through the dense clouds, crossing the vast ocean for thousands of miles, and fell upon Ya Feiyu, shining into her silver eyes.
“Go,” he said softly, “don’t do anything you’ll regret.”
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