Reincarnated as a goblin, but her mother is a white-haired elf?

"Since the first star illuminated the moral code, since humanity learned to look up at the moonlight while struggling through mud,"

Her voice suddenly froze in her throat, and her wide sleeves, adorned with gilded patterns, brushed against the table, startling a few dried epiphyllum petals to fall.

"Through three thousand six hundred civilizations, those who truly practiced virtue have remained steadfast."

Eyelashes, bleached white by the moonlight, trembled and drooped.

"Like moths drawn to a flame, not one could pierce through the eternal night."

Suddenly, the bronze wind chimes at the woman's waist jingled, shattering the frozen moment in the sea of ​​flowers.

Ye Yan saw strange silver patterns appear between the woman's eyebrows, like ice-cracked porcelain sealed with ancient runes.

"The karmic fire of primal desires is far too violent."

The woman suddenly raised her hand to cut off the falling petals. The moment her slender fingers closed, a faint fragrance ignited into a ghostly blue flame in her palm.

"During the great war between the gods and kings, the seven kings of Li Shen willingly sacrificed their thrones, just to plant seeds of compassion in the human world. But guess what happened?"

She hurled burning petals into the void, and from the flames emerged a vision of a battlefield strewn with corpses.

Ye Yan's temples throbbed, and suddenly, fragmented murmurs from his dying moments surged from the depths of his memory.

"I don't want to hear it, and I don't care about any of that!"

Ye Yan suddenly waved his sleeve, scattering the fiery illusion. Blood mist surged around him, and the scattered petals were stained crimson.

He took a half-step forward, meeting the woman's astonished gaze, his heel crushing the scattered floral shadows on the ground.

"I possess pure elven blood, and the gluttony that devours everything. I can protect everything I want to protect."

"But you can't even find the direction to leave the world's edge."

The woman suddenly chuckled, and her gold-embroidered shawl moved without wind, revealing a hideous old wound on her collarbone—a crescent-shaped gash left by the God-Slaying Halberd.

She lightly touched her chest with her fingertip, and blood immediately seeped from the cinnabar birthmark:

"Back then, the Righteous King, wielding the Heavenly Mark Holy Sword, was three years younger than you are now, yet—"

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

The fragrance suddenly became thick and sticky like honey, and Ye Yan felt a strange burning pain in his chest.

"I don't want to know anything. My heart is small; it can't hold anything else."

"Is that so?"

The woman looked at Ye Yan, a complex emotion flashing in her golden eyes.

She spoke softly, her tone seemingly tinged with a sigh.

"You're a lot like someone I know. You believe you can handle everything, you shoulder everything, you uphold your inner sense of justice, you forge ahead relentlessly, and in the end, you're battered and bruised."

After she finished speaking, she smiled slightly, a smile that was less mysterious and more gentle.

"Since you've made this decision, I won't say anything more."

"Then I'll say it: my first request."

My first request is very simple.

The woman dipped her finger in blood and drew an esoteric rune on the table. The moonlight shifted by half an inch at that moment, illuminating the relieved curve of her lips:

"Come and have some tea with me when you have time."

Ye Yan stared at the blood talisman slowly disappearing from the stone table, his Adam's apple bobbing.

The wind chimes at the woman's waist began to tinkle again, mingling with the faint sound of a distant drumbeat, dissolving unfinished words into the rising morning mist.

"it is good."

Ye Yan nodded in agreement without asking why.

"However, I don't know how I got here."

He looked at the woman with some doubt, waiting for her answer.

"It's okay, I'll teach you."

The woman said with a smile.

"You seem to have no understanding of the power of oaths."

"It possesses absolute defense and can also sign contracts, the binding force of which is equivalent to the laws."

Suddenly, a light golden wind swept through the sea of ​​flowers, and countless translucent butterflies fluttered out from the contract.

Ye Yan looked at one of the butterflies that had landed on the back of his hand, and the crescent-shaped scar on the woman's collarbone was reflected on its wing.

"The absolute defense of the oath is built upon the law of equivalent exchange."

Suddenly, the woman pointed her fingers and ripped through the void, and the butterflies instantly coalesced into a swirling galaxy.

"Just like right now—"

Ye Yan saw his reflection in the Milky Way being entangled by fine threads of light.

With a gentle wave of her wide sleeves, the woman conjured up two interlocking phantom gears in the starry sky:

"If you want to come to the sea of ​​flowers, I need to pay with the energy required to cross the world's borders; if I want to send you back, you will have to consume a corresponding amount of time."

As she finished speaking, the butterfly on the back of Ye Yan's hand suddenly exploded into sparks.

The light dust automatically condensed into new runes, forming a parchment scroll.

"Did you understand?"

The woman looked up at Ye Yan.

Ye Yan nodded thoughtfully.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Simply put, it is a contract that contains the same power as the laws, built by leveraging the power of oaths, under the premise of fulfilling an equal contract.

Having understood this, Ye Yan began to try creating contracts.

A wisp of power was injected into the air, and that power condensed into strange patterns that shimmered with a faint light.

Soon after, a simple contract was completed.

"Now try to infuse it with magic."

The woman pressed her blood-stained fingertips against the center of the contract.

The suspended contract suddenly unfolded into a three-zhang-long light screen, with a scene of Ye Yan brewing tea in a bamboo grove on the left and a scene of a woman sitting alone in a sea of ​​flowers playing the zither on the right.

Between the two scenes, twelve ancient bronze characters are slowly reassembling.

"When the conditions are met, the law will automatically bring you here."

The woman suddenly reached out and touched the junction of the light screens, and the entire space suddenly stretched into a kaleidoscope-like passageway.

The contents of the contract are simple and clear.

The woman must help Ye Yan return to the place he wants to go, and Ye Yan needs to come to the World Border Flower Sea when he has free time.

Once the conditions are met, Ye Yan will be forcibly teleported here.

The woman must help Ye Yan go to where he wants to go.

This is an exchange.

A contract can only be valid if there is an equal exchange.

"good."

The woman lowered her eyes and smiled softly, and the jade cicada hanging from her hair suddenly emitted a clear and melodious sound.

As dusk fell, the swarm of fireflies shifted its formation, weaving a shimmering star bridge between the two.

As she rose, her gilded robe brushed against the iris bushes, and the flowers, glistening with stardust and dew, seemed to be reborn as fluttering blue butterflies within the fabric of her robe.

"Look closely, this is the final gift before Ragnarok."

She tapped the void with her finger, and petals within a ten-mile radius simultaneously broke free from their stems.

The rose gold and violet waves condensed in the air into a giant gear, and each petal transformed into bronze scales engraved with divine covenant inscriptions.

Suddenly, the vow pendant on Ye Yan's chest burst forth with a bright light, resonating with the crescent-shaped groove in the center of the gear.

As the gears began to rotate in reverse, a silvery-blue mist seeped from the birthmark behind the woman's ear:

"The true name of the ancient teleportation array is 'The Cocoon of the Sky'—"

The woman explained softly.

"Step on it, and it will teleport you to where you want to go."

Her fingertips traced the crystallizing air.

The sea of ​​flowers faded into a faded, ink-wash-like image amidst the violent spatial tremors, and Ye Yan saw his own reflection splitting apart—

Twelve different versions of "him" simultaneously reached out and touched the spinning gears. (End of Chapter)