Chapter 389 Whispers from Zeta The Child Named Yu Rui Fei Lin
The Spiral Sky tightened. Like a breath held. And Joanna—Witch of Time—opened her eyes in silence. The golden threads that wrapped around her soul suddenly felt itchy... as if called by a name she had never heard before, yet felt like something that had been lost for too long.
Around her, an invisible aura danced, forming soft, faint shadows that drifted by, as if resurrecting memories from a long-forgotten world. With every breath she took, gentle whispers and songs echoed from the depths of a soul attuned to time, calling to her, awakening the power of fate that binds all beings in Zeta.
"Yu... Rui... Fei... Lin."
These three words emerged in the air from the dimensional rift of Zeta—a twin world of Alpha, born from loss rather than hope. The shadows that appeared bore signs from the past, drawing closer to Joanna and igniting her curiosity about the origins of those words.
Zeta lacked a blue sky. Instead, it possessed a copper-gray sky, where clouds gathered like ink and dripped with eternal light rain. Each raindrop was a tear of sorrow and hope, creating a wet melody that beckoned souls to reflect. On the border between reality and dreams, those who walked on the gray floors of heaven felt loss yet remained tethered to a faint hope.
In the midst of the sacred Wuyán Shan valley, stood an ancient land known as:
Tianze Yu—天澤域
(The Realm of Heavenly Grace)
Ruled by cultivation sects, clans of dragon spirits, and ancient guardians,
Tianze is known not for its power...
but for the curse that has quietly taken root: This realm speaks in the whispers of the wind and the rustling of leaves, calling every soul to listen to their fate, reminding them that every step is always filled with purpose, even if sometimes shrouded in an enticing mist.