Under One Person: The Forbidden Files of the Magician

"What?"

Lu Jin suddenly raised her head.

His tear-streaked face still bore the lingering despair and bewilderment.

Lu Xiaobai's calm yet profound words, like a pebble thrown into a lake, instantly stirred the last faint ripple in his heart.

He instinctively asked back, his voice hoarse.

Lu Xiaobai seemed not to hear his question.

More like he was lost in his own deductions, his gaze still fixed on the seemingly empty surface of the spring, muttering to himself:

"Although we cannot trace his life force, nor can we revisit fragments of his past..."

His fingertips unconsciously traced a barely perceptible arc in the air.

It seems to be outlining an invisible trajectory.

"His fate... seems to have deviated somewhat from its predetermined course."

"It's like..."

The deep blue pupils reflected the shimmering light of the spring water.

In his eyes, a small portion of the subtle, colorful "spring energy" that had just emerged from the spring and should have carried back information was being pulled backward as if by invisible threads!

They went against the natural flow of magic.

Struggling and twisting, it finally sank back into the depths of the spring and disappeared without a trace.

These "retrospective forces" are the core medium that constitutes the retrospective image!

Their abnormal flow direction

This means that the backtracking process was interfered with or even interrupted by an extremely strange force!

Lu Xiaobai had never encountered this situation before.

Whether the other party is alive or dead has indeed become uncertain and difficult to determine at this moment.

But the only thing that can be confirmed is...

Like lightning cleaving through the thick fog, it appeared clearly in his mind.

That is, the other party's true destiny was artificially interfered with by an extraordinary force!

It was even... cleverly "modified" or "covered up"!

"interesting!"

A rare smile, filled with curiosity and excitement, appeared on Lu Xiaobai's calm face.

This is not just curiosity about unknown phenomena,

It's more like the intense resonance and desire for challenge that arises when a top sage discovers the ingenious work left by another strategist at the end of a maze!

It can actually interfere with and even distort the time-reversal power of [Song of Nier Spring]!

This requires such a "weight of fate" or "power of fate"!

How profound was that person's understanding of the laws of fate, and what level of spiritual cultivation had he reached?

If that person is still alive...

A strong desire welled up in Lu Xiaobai's heart—he really wanted to meet him and discuss things.

"You mean he's not dead yet?!"

Lu Jin trembled and almost stumbled as she fell in front of Lu Xiaobai.

The withered hand gripped Lu Xiaobai's arm tightly.

The force was so great, it was as if a drowning person had grabbed onto the last piece of driftwood.

In his bloodshot eyes burned the last, faint, yet incredibly fervent flame of hope.

At this moment, he only cared about this one question—

Is Wugensheng dead or alive?

Looking at the old man before him, who had placed all his life's obsession and last hope on his next sentence, Lu Xiaobai neither gave him the affirmation he expected nor denied him in a way that would leave him in utter despair.

He met Lu Jin's gaze.

His blue eyes were as deep as the starry sky, and his voice was calm yet carried a hint of charlatanism.

"The fate of the world is mysterious and unpredictable..."

At Lu Xiaobai's fingertips,

A wisp of indescribable magic, seemingly containing infinite mystery, quietly emerged.

This magic wasn't the usual deep blue, but rather carried an elusive hue.

"But people... are not necessarily unattainable."

The moment Lu Xiaobai finished speaking, he flicked his wrist, and that strange magic, as if it had a life of its own, shot precisely into the flowing spring water!

Om-!

The spring water touched by this special magic underwent a sudden and dramatic change!

Those colorful magical lines that were originally difficult to see with the naked eye and constituted the "Returning Spring Power" suddenly shone brightly as if they had been injected with mysterious energy!

They are no longer flickering faintly.

Instead, it was like a lit thread, becoming incredibly clear and bright, illuminating the dim and dilapidated room as if a galaxy were hanging upside down!

"This is--?!"

Lu Jin's pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size!

In that dazzling, interwoven torrent of magical lines, he keenly caught a faint yet incredibly familiar aura!

This aura is mingled within countless bright, magical lines.

Like a trace of ink in a stream, though so faint as to be almost imperceptible, it was, to Lu Jin,

But it was like a mark branded deep in his soul, and he recognized it instantly!

That was... the aura of Wugensheng!

Although it was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, he could never forget that unique feeling, which carried a certain indifference and emptiness.

I dare not forget!

That was the nightmare that haunted him for the rest of his life, the bloody root cause of the destruction of the Trinity!

"Yes! That's it! This is it!!"

Lu Jin's body trembled violently.

It was no longer the despair and collapse of before, but was filled with an extreme excitement and ecstasy!

He stared intently at the special magical lines in the spring water that flowed upstream against the current, carrying that familiar aura. They were stubbornly and illogically "escaping" towards the spring's source!

"Hahahaha!!" Lu Jin suddenly threw his head back and laughed wildly.

The laughter was like the howl of a wounded beast, filled with boundless rage, deep-seated hatred, and...

A kind of almost manic, bittersweet joy of fulfilling a long-cherished wish!

"Rootless—!!!"

He roared hoarsely, his voice piercing through the dilapidated roof and echoing over the Lu family compound.

"I found you! I finally found you!!"

"Eighty-three years! A full eighty-three years!! Hahahaha!"

His eyes were fixed on the surface of the spring, his bloodshot eyes seeming to burn.

Lu Jin's gaze pierced through the magically glowing spring water, looking down at the dozen or so sets of blood-stained white training uniforms soaked through, as if calling out to his fallen fellow disciples:

"Senior Uncle! Senior Brothers! Did you see that?!"

"I, Lu Jin, am an unfilial son! I've kept you waiting for so long! But I've finally... finally found that beast's trail!"

"Your revenge... has hope! Hahaha... Waaah..."

The maniacal laughter eventually turned into a mournful sob.

Tears mixed with snot streamed down his face, but he was completely unaware.

At this moment, outside the dilapidated door of the small house, in the narrow passage and courtyard, a number of Lu family members who had rushed over after hearing the commotion had already gathered.

They are Lu Jin's descendants or close relatives.

At that moment, everyone looked through the doorway and windows at the old man inside who seemed to be insane, crying and laughing at the same time.

In their eyes,

There was no mockery, no disdain.

Only the same deep heartache, profound understanding, and indescribable sorrow as Lu Linglong and Lu Lin.

The title of "a life without flaws" carries immense weight and is incredibly difficult to attain.

Lu Jin was an upright and honorable man who valued loyalty and righteousness throughout his life, but the three words "Wugensheng" were a demon in his heart that he could never get rid of.

It was the only hideous and glaring stain on the perfect canvas of his life.

It is a wound deep in his soul that will never heal, a wound that flows with hatred and guilt.

At this moment, watching this highly respected elder finally grasp a glimmer of hope for revenge, however slim and mysterious that hope may be, is truly heartbreaking.

What welled up in their hearts was a complex mix of sorrow and empathy for the old man's long and arduous suffering.