Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 413, Section 105: The Origin (Part Two)

Mo Hu!?
Chen Xingtong looked at Mo Hu in surprise and realized that He had not made a sound, which was obviously abnormal.

"I can't control myself!" Mo Hu's face showed a struggle, and he forced out the words through gritted teeth.

Chen Xingtong glared at the mourner: "What did you do to Him!"

The opponent raised his right hand, a dark purple light gathering in his palm. The distorted light resembled an ominous curse. An equal spell descended upon [Tiger Ink Incense], and a dark purple light effect appeared on the giant tiger, twisting like a snake, manipulating its every move.

"Roar—!" The Fate-Devouring Tiger roared to the sky, its scarlet blood-red eyes shooting out like lightning. Its yellowish-brown fur was rapidly eroded and assimilated by the purplish-black color, spreading like a black plague from its head to its body.

"Just a little trick of a Fate Master." The other party didn't say much, but a dangerous red light flashed in his eyes, and Mo Hu's beast eyes also showed a red glow.

“He is… using the power of the master… controlling me!” Mo Hu said with difficulty, but his body was out of control, and he turned his head and paced closer to Chen Xingtong.

Chen Xingtong looked somewhat bewildered and turned to look at Chen Ruolan, who still had a dazed and unfocused expression.

"Chen Ruolan!" she shouted desperately, "Wake up!"

……

Chen Ruolan suddenly opened her eyes.

Before her, Jin Ziyue opened his dark spiritual domain, struggling to resist the impact of a beam of light descending vertically from the distant, unreachable sky.

Less than a moment after he sent Chen Xingtong into Chen Ruolan's mental space, a beam of light descended from the distant sky.

Despite it being only a momentary shock to his soul, Jin Ziyue's face had turned ashen.

Countless fragmented soul consciousnesses exploded chaotically in his mind.

"Help me!" "Ah—!" "You will all die a horrible death!"

Countless souls were still lingering in their dying cries, the despair of death washing over them, and countless departed souls poured out their resentment on Jin Ziyue.

They were like a cursed tide, washing over Jin Ziyue, while he could only cling to his mind like a reef in a vast ocean.

It was only a few breaths in time, but for Jin Ziyue it felt like an endless torment.

He half-squatted on the ground, and although he was only a soul, he still maintained the habits of a physical body, his chest heaving violently to relieve this mental pain.

"Ruolan?" He barely managed to raise his head and saw Chen Ruolan's cold eyes.

In an instant, he realized something was wrong, and the aura generated by [Soul Prayer and Dream Invocation] instantly converged on Chen Ruolan.

"Don't enter the mental space."

Chen Ruolan's tone turned cold, clearly indicating that she had become a different person in terms of her soul and consciousness.

“You are—” Jin Ziyue narrowed his eyes slightly, his cold glint hidden.

“As you suspected.” The other party made no attempt to hide anything. “I am the person you have been looking for, the leader of the NA organization.”

"You've set your sights on Chen Ruolan, because of the 'World Anchor' on her?" Jin Ziyue met the other's gaze, the killing intent in his eyes flickering like candlelight.

The other person spoke casually, pacing around Jin Ziyue without any regard for Jin Ziyue's territorial restrictions.
"There are many reasons, and the 'anchor of the world' is just one of them."

"Chen Ruolan is like a key that will eventually unlock the sealed calamity. If left unchecked, it will inevitably lead to an endless abyss."

Rather than saying that the "Anchor of the World" chose her, it would be more accurate to say that she attracted the "Anchor of the World".

"And such people possess the unparalleled potential to instill fear in the world."

"Even so, you still want to choose her as the savior of humanity?" Jin Ziyue stared at the other person, unmoved: "Get out of her body. When I find your lair, I can let you die a quick death."

"Is this your answer?" The other party had obviously expected this, manipulating Chen Ruolan to glance at him. "Your soft heart will only lead you to your doom. For the sake of so-called friends, you disregard the fate of the world. I don't understand how someone like you deserves the title of savior."

"Don't just throw these baseless titles at people." Jin Ziyue had no intention of continuing the negotiation. He stretched out his right hand, and a phantom [Tongmaru] was clearly in his grasp.

"You're still the same, drawing your sword at the slightest disagreement." The other person stared coldly at the knife in Jin Ziyue's hand.

A blade formed from the power of the soul can strike the soul without harming the body. Jin Ziyue no longer needs to hesitate to act because the other party has taken over Chen Ruolan's body.

Conversely, if the opponent were to occupy Chen Ruolan's body, they might not be able to gain the upper hand in a fight before fully adapting.

Despite this, the other party still made no move, allowing Jin Ziyue to suddenly wield his knife and pounce like a beast.

Chen Ruolan revealed an ambiguous smile, opened her arms as if to welcome Jin Ziyue's blade and cleave her in two.

Jin Ziyue suddenly realized that something was wrong.

……

"stop--!"

The woman's screams came from afar.

Chen Xingtong shouted sharply, "Jin Ziyue, don't cut! That's Chen Xingtong's soul!"

She was panting heavily, as if she had appeared out of nowhere. But it was too late; Jin Ziyue's knife had already come crashing down.

Chen Xingtong stared blankly at Jin Ziyue, her lips trembling, unable to utter a word.

Jin Ziyue raised his sword hilt, the blade now only having a guard.

The raised sword vanished as it slashed down, turning into specks of starlight.

Chen Xingtong breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I was so scared, thank goodness I made it in time."

She paused for a moment before continuing to explain, "This guy is hiding in Chen Xingtong's consciousness, manipulating Chen Ruolan's soul like a puppet to speak to you."

The other person stared blankly at Chen Xingtong and Jin Ziyue, a mocking smile playing on their lips.

"As expected, this level of seduction is not enough to kill her."

"Do you think it's because you arrived in time? Or do you have a premonition of unease?"

"They were all just soldiers who stepped forward under the manipulation of fate."

"Can't you see? Chen Ruolan won't die. Fate is intertwined with various possibilities, and it will choose a branch to completely protect Chen Ruolan."

"Don't you understand yet? Your friend is a complete monster. Even the fact that you became friends with her might have been a pre-written script in the book of fate. You were unaware of it, unable to resist it, and powerless to change it."

As he spoke, the mourner reached out to choke himself, and Jin Ziyue immediately stepped forward to stop him.

With a sharp twist of his fingers, a click was heard. Soon, by the time Jin Ziyue reached her, Chen Ruolan had already fainted and collapsed, barely managing to be caught by Jin Ziyue.

Without saying a word, Jin Ziyue used the destiny domain generated by [Soul Prayer and Dream Invocation] to pursue Chen Ruolan's consciousness space.

Inside, only the dying Tiger Ink Agarwood remained.

There was also Chen Ruolan, whose eyes were cloudy, kneeling in the consciousness space, like a statue, motionless.