allonlinenovel Chapter 991: Final Prologue
Chapter 991: Final Prologue
The night wind of the primordial universe carried the clamor of countless worlds. Yun Yao stood barefoot on the glazed steps atop the Supreme Library. Three thousand strands of silver thread flowed behind her like a galaxy. Her fingertips gently brushed against the floating "Scroll of Destiny." Words written in primordial chaos suddenly glowed with blood—the protagonist of a certain cultivation world was having his golden core ripped out by a sect elder. Wailing cries seeped into her palm through the cracks in the pages.
"Someone's tampering with the established script again." A cold smile curled her lips. The Hongmeng Pen on her wrist hummed and transformed into a chain, but just as it was about to penetrate the scroll, it was grasped by a bony hand. Chu Mochen's breath, wrapped in the fragrance of pine wood, enveloped him. The creation pattern on his black robe echoed the divine seal between her eyebrows. "Ayao, have you forgotten the original intention of establishing our library?"
Yun Yao lowered her eyes and saw her own face reflected in the scroll—no longer the youthful and stubborn image she had when she first arrived in the world of cultivation. The pressure flowing between her brows now was enough to make any celestial deity tremble. After the decisive battle with the Lord of Order ten years ago, she and Chu Mochen forged the three thousand worlds into the Primordial Universe. This supreme library, where all these stories were collected, became both the center that controlled their fate and the cage that imprisoned them.
"But there are always rules that need to be maintained." Yun Yao pulled her hand back, and the Hongmeng Pen drew a half arc of light in the air, sealing the blood-stained pages. "Look at this world. The protagonist, who should have become a model of a loser's counterattack, is now begging for mercy from his enemies for a foundation-building pill." She unfolded a new scroll. In the words with wet ink, a young man was kneeling in the mud, and the blood on his forehead mixed with raindrops dripped onto the broken jade pendant - that was the "Seed of Hope" that Yun Yao had casually thrown away a thousand years ago.
Chu Mochen silently pressed the warm teacup into her hand. The tea leaves floating on the surface of the tea soup unexpectedly formed an ancient hexagram. Yun Yao's pupils suddenly constricted. This was clearly the long-lost "Life-Seeing Hexagram" of the Tiandao Temple. The little figure at the center of the hexagram was entangled in spider-web-like red threads, and the end of those red threads... connected to a room deep within the library.
"Someone is interfering with the origins of the world." Chu Mochen's voice was as cold as ice. He raised his hand and summoned the Hongmeng Pen, but not a single drop of Chaos Ink condensed on its tip. Yun Yao was startled to realize that the entire library's spiritual energy was converging towards the southwest corner. The blank scrolls that were supposed to record stories were now twisted into hideous faces, emitting childish laughter.
"It's Yan'er!" Yun Yao suddenly remembered the resignation letter Liu Yan'er had submitted three days earlier. This former mortal enemy was now the chief administrator of the library. It stated she was going to "fix a logical flaw in a certain world." She unfolded the communication jade slip, but saw only a string of garbled characters flashing frantically, finally freezing into a half-image of Liu Yan'er's face—her left eye held the sorrow of a mortal, while her right eye shone with the golden veins unique to a celestial deity.
The two of them transformed into streams of light, darting towards the forbidden library. The "Demon Seal" on the bronze gate was peeling, and countless glowing threads were faintly visible in the black mist seeping through the cracks. Yun Yao bit her fingertip and pressed divine blood onto the doorknob. The ancient seal shattered with a loud bang, but the sight she saw made her blood freeze—Liu Yan'er was suspended in mid-air, her body entwined with tens of thousands of threads of fate, each one piercing her heart and extending to a different world.
"So you are the true Lord of Order." Chu Mochen pointed his Hongmeng Pen directly at Liu Yan'er, but it shattered into pieces the moment it touched the black mist. Liu Yan'er slowly turned her head, her mouth cracked to her ears, revealing her unhuman white teeth. "Chu Mochen, Yun Yao, do you think that by destroying the Tiandao Temple, you can control your destiny?" She raised her hand and waved it lightly. The Hongmeng Pen on Yun Yao's wrist suddenly turned in the direction, and the tip of the pen was pressed against her own throat.
Yun Yao sensed an unfamiliar force eroding her godhood—a "power of rules" purer than that of the Lord of Order. She suddenly recalled an ancient secret recorded in the tome of the library: at the dawn of time, there existed a "Weaver of Fate" who wove the first three thousand worlds with silk threads. However, obsessed with tampering with the course of events, he was ultimately consumed by the world he had created.
"You have laid the anchor of destiny in the three thousand worlds." Yun Yao tried her best to suppress the Hongmeng Pen with her divine power, cold sweat oozing from her forehead. "Those protagonists who suddenly deviated from the script were all chess pieces you placed there." Her eyes swept over the silk threads behind Liu Yan'er, and she was shocked to find that the thickest one of them was actually connected to Su Yao in the modern world - the online writer who created the original story.
Liu Yan'er let out a piercing laugh, and the black mist transformed into thousands of silver needles, shooting towards Yun Yao. Chu Mochen lunged forward, his dark robe splattered with blood. "A-Yao, remember when we were in the secret room of the palace..." His voice faded, and suddenly, a brilliant golden light erupted from his arms. It was the fragment of the "Law of Creation" that Yun Yao had hidden in the ancient well.
Fragments of the law hovered in the air, resonating with Yun Yao's divine nature, forming a golden vortex. Liu Yan'er's silk thread broke piece by piece in the vortex, and her shrill screams echoed throughout the library: "Impossible! I'm clearly following the script of fate... There is no predetermined script." Yun Yao grasped Chu Mochen's bloodstained hand, and their divine natures merged into a Tai Chi diagram, devouring the black mist. "You thought you were controlling the world, but you didn't know that from the moment you became jealous of me, you became the most pathetic supporting character in this story."
As the last thread snapped, Liu Yan'er's figure began to fade. Her human expression finally returned, eyes filled with regret and resentment: "So my life... is nothing more than a footnote in someone else's story." Her last whisper was drawn into the vortex, transforming into countless points of light that merged into the laws of creation. Yun Yao watched the fragments of the laws pieced together again, and suddenly saw within them Liu Yan'er's memories—the bullied concubine in the palace, the exploited outcast in a cultivation sect, and then, after becoming a messenger of the Heavenly Dao, her soul gradually twisted in endless loneliness.
"She just wanted too badly to be the protagonist of her own story," Yun Yao sighed softly, storing the fragment of the law into her godhead. Chu Mochen's wounds were healing. He put his arm around Yun Yao's waist and pointed out the window, "Look, those tampered worlds..." Yun Yao looked up and saw countless stars returning to their positions, the damaged scroll of fate automatically repairing itself, and the young man who was supposed to have lost his golden elixir now grasped the broken sword, severing the shackles that bound him.
The library suddenly shook violently, and all the scrolls floated into the sky, transforming into a starry sky. Yun Yao's divine nature felt a sharp pain, and the voice of the System Lord (Old Mammy) rang out again: "Warning! A logical paradox has occurred in the Hongmeng Universe—when the characters in the story gain self-awareness, the origin of the world will be unable to withstand it." Chu Mochen squeezed her hand, and they both saw Su Yao's figure emerge among the stars. The modern author was typing frantically at her keyboard, and the title of her latest chapter was: "What if the protagonists begin to rebel against the script?"
"Perhaps this is the final shackle we must break." Yun Yao chuckled, throwing the Law of Creation into the air. The Law transformed into countless streams of light, pouring into every world. From this moment on, there were no more predetermined scripts, no more manipulated destinies. Every life would write its own chapter of counterattack.
Chu Mochen bent down and kissed the sweat from her forehead. "Ayao, look." He pointed to the bottom floor of the library. Countless figures were pouring in—former enemies, allies who had fought side by side, and even "Yun Yao" and "Chu Mochen" from different worlds. Among them was Liu Yan'er's remnant spirit. She looked at Yun Yao and smiled sincerely for the first time. "Thank you... for making me understand that the ending of a story is never in someone else's hands."
Yun Yao stood at the center of the stars, watching the rebirth of the Hongmeng universe. She finally understood that true order wasn't about binding fate with rules, but about giving every soul the courage to rewrite their own lives. When the first ray of Hongmeng light pierced the darkness, she and Chu Mochen smiled at each other—this wasn't the end, but the beginning of countless counterattack stories.