ATPnovel 74-14 "He"
74-14 "He"
The Four Main Domains - The Hall of Arfedens | He emerged from a spacetime rift, stepping onto a path paved with countless power lines. Ahead, a gigantic single eye hovered in the air, with countless power lines hanging down. Scattered around were yellow stones (Yellow Hope Stones of All Beings), and the sounds of information processing filled his ears.
A voice emanated from the enormous, single eye: "Who dares trespass upon this temple?" Below, countless liquids surged, lurking beneath the ground. His smile remained unchanged, and a voice, pressing down from all directions upon the single eye and the liquids hidden behind it: "Passerby."
The single eye flashed red: "Unknown Variable_" The liquid behind it began to stir, pulsating like a heartbeat from all directions, gradually converging into a semi-circle and lunging towards the passerby. The passerby extended his ethereal hand from his cloak sleeve, and an invisible screen blocked all the liquid. The liquid frantically slammed against the screen, intertwining and swirling in the air into sharks, falcons, and dragons, before shattering again on the screen.
The passerby raised his hand, and countless bolts of lightning erupted, instantly turning all the liquid upon contact into starlight. Alfedens's single eye twitched slightly: "Lightning Flame_In Calculation_Database Retrieval_Tianyin Empire_Simulated Universe_Mo Bei_" The liquid behind him, illuminated by the red light, revealed his original form: a humanoid figure with two eyes, a slanted eye below the human eye, a single vertical eye directly above, and an eye dot in the center.
A child's voice seemed to come from outside the universe, causing the entire universe to tremble. Only the passerby could hear it: "Stop playing around, you stinky passerby. I warned you not to interfere too much."
The passerby merely smiled, and under the gaze of the two gods, turned and disappeared into the fragments emanating from the cosmic rift.
"Program replay in progress_"
Enveloped in fragments, Mo Bei managed to squeeze out, only to be nearly struck by a suddenly flying musical note. The note struck the dream bubble, unleashing endless darkness. Mo Bei turned to see who had caused it.
"Is that... Qinglan?" The person in Mobei's eyes was clearly Qinglan, but black gas was emanating from Qinglan's hair, and her originally bluish-green hair was now tinged with dark blue. Her eyes were also obviously wrong, with a kind of clarity that did not belong to her, and more... resentment?
Qing Lan, or more accurately Qing An now, glared at him with an unfamiliar gaze, black energy rising from his feet. Musical notes propelled him forward, and several notes gathered in his hands. Mo Bei immediately used Thunder Flame Soaring Heaven, pulling Yan Fuxue into the air. Yan Fuxue created an ice wall, which Qing An slammed onto. The ice wall began to melt, and wisps of black energy spread outwards.
Qing An gripped the ice wall, her empty eyes staring at the two of them. Her fingers melted the ice, then she looked down at the water in her hand. The water reflected the lightning-fire bomb that Mo Bei had launched. She fired a musical note, dissolving the lightning-fire bomb.
Mo Bei stared at Qing An: "Can he dissolve anything?" Yan Fuxue thought for a moment, then simply shook her head: "I don't know, it probably has nothing to do with his abilities, right?"
Just as Qing An was about to rush towards the two, a crack appeared behind her. The previous eerie dream burst through the dream bubble and emerged from the crack, grabbing Qing An with both hands, and a phantom was sucked out. In an instant, the world changed drastically, the dome shook, and countless fragments appeared all around. Inside were Qing Lan's memories, and outside were reflections of Mo Bei.
Qinglan held the pen in his hand, his fingers trembling as he wrote in his diary: "I drank heavily again today. When will you ever treat me better?" He looked out the window, where a flower called Qinghong swayed gently.
The rainbow still swayed, and a gust of wind blew, carrying petals into Qinglan's house, landing on the black words on the white paper of her diary: "Is a vase more important than me? And he loves to swear. I will never become a father like that. Tomorrow is my 10th birthday, and I hope my dad doesn't come."
Then the diary burst into flames. The flames of war outside the wall spread here, turning the sky red. The river reflected the white clouds and the dazzling rainbow, mingling with the crimson. A few words, blackened and twisted by the fire, read: "My father is finally gone. Is this really good news?" The last word was half burned away.
Then, Qinglan was sent to Qianyi Village because of the war, and his mother disappeared. The 10-year-old boy spent his days sitting on a stone, looking at the village entrance, waiting for his mother to return.
Qing An sat on a rock, beneath which lay water from the completely melted ice wall. Qing An began to move, charging forward, sending rocks flying and throwing Gui Meng into the air.
Mo Bei's hand crackled with lightning, but Qing An flew out directly. Yan Fuxue's ice wall shattered instantly, scattering fragments of ice in the air. Qing An reached for Mo Bei, who, caught off guard, was struck in the right hand that was holding Yan Fuxue. The lightning vanished, and Yan Fuxue fell, her newly created ice wall shattered by the musical notes, crashing heavily to the ground. Mo Bei immediately turned around and saw Qing An plummeting downwards.
Qing An embraced Yan Fuxue, her eyes flashing, but her fingers gripped her clothes tightly, which were being dissolved by the musical notes. Taking advantage of Qing An's distraction, Yan Fuxue spat out frost from her hand, freezing Qing An in place. _Although being corrupted is said to be seven times stronger, I don't think it necessarily increases ice resistance._
Darkness descended, and snowflakes began to dance in the air; this was clearly caused by Yan Fuxue.
Mo Bei hurriedly used Heavenly Fire Drop to plummet at top speed, attempting to catch the two. An ice wall appeared below Yan Fuxue, while Qing An crashed straight to the ground, the ice encasing him bursting like a dream bubble.
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