Chapter 319: Nothing Has Changed
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The reactions to Su Ming’s words varied.
Fang Cheng Lang glared at Wu Shao Zhen with resentment, paying no attention to what Su Ming was saying.
Master Qing Yan’s eyes deepened with solemnity, while the others remained indifferent.
Unbothered by their responses, Su Ming’s eyes gleamed with an unusual light. “Under the guidance of Dean Mo Xin, I unlocked the secrets of the Wordless Heavenly Book and discovered a way to redeem our mistakes and start anew—a method to save the world. However, it requires a price.”
Master Qing Yan inquired, “What price?”
Su Ming’s radiant smile was intoxicating, his dimples sweet like honey.
“Everything we have.”
Wu Shao Zhen’s frown deepened. Quan Ye, impatient, snapped, “Su Ming, stop being cryptic and speak plainly. What exactly do you need us to do?”
“It’s simple,” Su Ming replied calmly. “The Wordless Heavenly Book revealed an ancient formation that can reverse the flow of time, allowing us to go back to the past.” The room fell into stunned silence.
Even the indifferent ones showed visible reactions.
Wracked with regret, their weary hearts longed for a chance to amend their mistakes. They would pay any price for such an opportunity.
Yu Zhao was shaken to her core at the mention of “time reversal.”
Could it be that her reincarnation was the result of their actions?
No, something didn’t add up.
It had been a hundred years since her death. Even if they succeeded in activating the formation, it shouldn’t explain why she was reborn with her past memories.
There had to be another reason.
“If we can return to the past, does that mean Xiao Zhao could be brought back to life?” Cui Jue asked eagerly.
Seeing Qing Yan kill Xiao Zhao with a single strike was his greatest regret.
He cared not for the survival of the cultivation world.
He only wanted Xiao Zhao back.
He only wanted Xiao Zhao!
“Not just Yu Xiao Zhao,” Su Ming assured, “but everyone who perished because of Ye Cong Xin will be revived.”
Grabbing Su Ming by the collar, Cui Jue shook him violently. “Then what are we waiting for? Activate the formation now!”
Lan Zi Yu hesitated. “Reversing karma—such a price is not something cultivators can bear.”
“You’re just afraid to die! I’m not! I’m willing to trade my worthless life for Xiao Zhao’s resurrection!” Cui Jue snarled, his face twisted with anger.
Lan Zi Yu fell silent, his pride long eroded by Ye Cong Xin’s torment.
Master Qing Yan pressed Su Ming, “How do we activate the ancient formation?”
Shaking free from Cui Jue’s grip, Su Ming smoothed his robe and answered, “The materials for the ancient formation are easy to gather. The challenge lies in the formation’s seven core positions, which must be filled by individuals favored by the Will of Heaven. Only those with great fortune can withstand the formation’s power.”
Quan Ye scanned the room.
There were precisely seven of them on Lone Moon Peak.
Moreover, they were all identified by Ye Cong Xin as bearers of great fortune.
Without hesitation, he volunteered. “I’ll be a core.”
“I will too,” Cui Jue quickly followed.
Fang Cheng Lang was the third to step forward.
Master Qing Yan’s gaze pierced Su Ming. “Are you certain activating the formation will save the world?”
“Yes,” Su Ming replied firmly.
“Then I agree.”
All eyes turned to Wu Shao Zhen and Lan Zi Yu.
Lan Zi Yu nervously asked, “What happens to those who become cores?”
Su Ming’s tone was airy. “They die, with no chance of reincarnation.”
This meant complete annihilation—no rebirth, no afterlife.
Master Qing Yan and the others weren’t surprised, but Lan Zi Yu recoiled, his reluctance clear despite his silence.
Wu Shao Zhen, however, was unflinching. “I refuse. Losing to Ye Cong Xin in this life is my own misjudgment. I won’t make the same mistake in the next.”
He turned to leave.
But Su Ming’s next words rooted him in place.
“Return to the past, and you could save your clan. Think of your parents, who were dismembered by enemies while saving you. Don’t you want to rescue them?”
Wu Shao Zhen, ruthless and unfeeling by nature, only cared for his family.
The memory of their brutal deaths reignited his fury. He spun around. “Pray I can save them. Otherwise, I’ll kill you.”
Su Ming sneered at the threat.
With Wu Shao Zhen’s agreement, half the battle was won. The rest depended on fate.
Su Ming assigned Master Qing Yan to keep an eye on Lan Zi Yu while leading the others to begin inscribing the formation on Lone Moon Peak.
As intricate lines emerged on the mountaintop, Yu Zhao, watching from a distance, felt an overwhelming sense of detachment.
She had a foreboding.
The day the formation activated would be the day she returned.
While the others busied themselves with the formation, Lan Zi Yu schemed.
“Master,” he whispered, “the calamity in the cultivation world isn’t entirely our fault. Why should we sacrifice ourselves? Those we save won’t even be grateful. They’ll think it’s our duty. Don’t you agree?”
Master Qing Yan looked at Lan Zi Yu, whose face was etched with fear and flattery, with disappointment.
When Ye Cong Xin first revealed her malevolence, Lan Zi Yu had been the most vocal, berating her openly.
That boldness had made him her first target.
No one knew what he endured under her wrath.
When they next saw him, he was a shadow of his former self—timid, whispering, and hugging walls.
Yet he had once been proud and unrestrained.
“Lan Zi Yu, look at yourself. Do you even remember your own name?”
Lan Zi Yu froze before smiling bitterly. “Do I even have a name? I don’t remember.”
Sometimes, he doubted whether he was truly Lan Zi Yu.
His vibrant past felt like a relic from another life.
“Whether you remember or not, saving the world is imperative. I will not tolerate another traitor on Lone Moon Peak!”
Lan Zi Yu fell silent under Master Qing Yan’s stern gaze.
Time passed.
The ancient formation neared completion.
A few days later, Su Ming summoned everyone.
“I’ve decided. The formation will activate tomorrow.”
No one spoke.
Satisfied, Su Ming smiled. “Enjoy tonight as your last. Tomorrow, we change fate. No more Ye Cong Xin. We’ll mend our regrets and fulfill our wishes.”
Lan Zi Yu’s eyes flickered.
If he could return to his former self, losing the chance to reincarnate seemed a small price.
The others, too, entertained hopeful fantasies.
Only Yu Zhao knew their dreams would crumble.
Reborn without their memories, they would unknowingly repeat their past mistakes.
Those on Lone Moon Peak would still cherish Ye Cong Xin.
And Wu Shao Zhen would still face the ruin of his family.
Nothing had changed.
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