I want to just drift through life in Type-Moon.

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Ultimately, the hollow space in the [Boundary Ring] is a hole connecting various worlds. Its greatest function is simply to act as a limiter, preventing something else from destroying all worlds.

However, now, Yue Zheng Lingling needs that thing that can destroy all the worlds to achieve her wish.

"Give me the astrolabe, the rest is none of your business." He Xian held out his hand to Jiang Moqing. "You wanted to get rid of that thing, which is why you woke me up to go find Lingling, right?"

“The sun and moon hate each other the most. I obeyed that person’s order to unseal you, not for your own sake.” Jiang Moqing took the jade pendant from her waist, took one last look at it, and threw it to Lingling. At the same time, she said a prophecy, “When you use this [Boundary Ring], I hope you think carefully. Is her constant urging for you to find [Heaven’s Will] really for your own good?”

Lingling hurriedly caught the things Jiang Moqing ran over, and after a moment of silence, she said, "I don't know, but even if Sister He Xian is a heartless person, she wouldn't harm me, because we have the same goal."

"The sun and moon shining together is worse than being together; blessings gathered are not afraid of danger—is that right?" Jiang Moqing couldn't see Ji Lingling's face clearly, but all he knew was that she was not a person with a tragic fate. "I regret that I didn't look at you more in the past."

After saying this, Jiang Moqing's eyes became clearer than ever before. Then she turned around and jumped off the cliff.

Shortly after, a heavy thud was heard from below the mountain. Ji Lingling bit her lip, her expression becoming unusually unnatural.

"Don't overthink it, that's the fate she chose. For her, it's not death, it's just waking up." Chord gazed at the scenery on the mountaintop.

After listening to her words, I was still troubled by the girl I had just met but who had become my last. "Sister He Xian, was what I did really wrong?"

"—, Lingling, this kind of question depends on you, because only humans have choices." He Xian pointed to the jade pendant in Lingling's hand, "This thing has been reserved for those who want to choose since the last generation, humans and immortals, humans and gods, humans and Buddhas, humans and gods, humans and demons. Only humans have the right to choose, and among humans, only children can make choices. Adults have no right to choose at all."

"Is it because children have the right to make mistakes?" Having received the inheritance, Ji Lingling certainly knew why only children could make choices, because even if a child made a wrong choice, an adult would help to make amends.

“But Grandpa is gone. If I really did something wrong, who else would do it—” Lingling’s voice trailed off, until finally it was completely silent.

“My master, what you know is only about a parallel world. Even if you make the wrong choice, the elders behind you, whom you don’t know, will support you and pay the price for that mistake in your place.”

He Xian's eyes flashed with schadenfreude, and there was a deep hint of mockery in them. "Besides, what those people like to do most is to watch others make a fool of themselves from a safe place. It's time to let them get a taste of what's to come."

"Sister He Xian, after hearing what you said, why do I suddenly feel that my desire to resurrect Grandpa seems silly?"

“Ah ha,” Chord chuckled, “Although that’s what I say, it’s still none of your business. No matter what, the person who watched you grow up is indeed dead. Even if there’s an exact replica of him in another world, he’s not the grandfather you remember.”

Lingling looked up into He Xian's eyes. In those eyes, clearer than the blue sky, she saw her own reflection. Then, through those eyes, she saw many "grandfathers," but she knew that none of them belonged to her.

Her world was too small. Growing up in this small environment, she never had time to realize the vastness of the world before being swept into the sea by the oncoming waves.

"Alright, next we'll go to Tianchi, and then tonight we'll use the star chart to enter the Mingtang for the Fengshan ceremony, and then use [Heaven's Will] to fulfill your wish."

As he spoke, He Xian flicked his sleeves again, and the Bagua Gate reappeared. This time, the golden trigrams were noticeably dimmer, and He Xian frowned slightly upon seeing this.

"Sister He Xian?" Lingling looked up at He Xian as if she had sensed something. "Are you feeling unwell?"

He Xian smiled warmly, reached out and pinched Lingling's cheek, saying, "Don't worry, it's just that the suppression is a bit greater now that we're back in Shenzhou. After all, the faith here has been abandoned, and I was mentally prepared when I used Jia Hai Jin Liang."

Without waiting for Lingling to ask any more questions, she led Lingling into the portal.

As their figures faded, a faint sigh echoed from the cliff of self-sacrifice, seemingly lamenting the plight of all living beings, or perhaps lamenting the fate of someone.

At Tianchi Lake and Huixiantai, Lingling stared wide-eyed at the scenery reflected in the lake. She looked up at the distant mountains and then at their reflections, finding the place indescribably beautiful.

This was the first time in her life she had ever seen a lake as smooth as a mirror. No wonder, in her memory, those people had placed the entrance to the Mingtang here.

Because once night falls, this place truly becomes the closest place to the "stars".

She let go of He Xian's hand and ran wildly around Huixiantai. The exceptionally beautiful scenery made her temporarily forget the sorrow brought by her grandfather's death. Although she was about to face a cruel fate, at least she was very happy now.

Chord walked to the edge of Tianchi Lake, bent down, and put his hand into the cold lake water, gently stroking it, the water rippling in circles.

As she watched the ripples on the water fade into the distance, she increased the force and speed of her brushing, but the ripples were eventually smoothed out before they left her sight.

“Yes, no matter how hard you try, the impact will eventually fade away as you move away. So, is there any point in a person’s struggle?” Chord muttered to himself as he withdrew his hand from the water and gently patted the surface one last time. This pat was smaller than all the ripples from the previous movements, but it never disappeared.

The ripple spread from the shore on the chord side to the center of the lake, then continued to spread outwards from the center of the lake, before crashing against the surrounding embankments and turning back into ripples.

Finally, ripples of varying sizes converged on the surface of the water she slapped, and with a "plop," a drop of water bounced up.

Chord looked at the drop of water that jumped out of the lake, and just then he saw Lingling running over through the drop of water.

She suddenly realized that this drop of water represented Lingling's future journey. Although brief, she had left the pool and arrived in another "world".

For a drop of water in a pond, is this small pond its entire world? In this pond, is it no different from other water drops, and does it even have the concept of "its own self"?

So is its world just a two-dimensional plane? When it leaps out of the pond, does it mean it has transcended the limitations of dimensions and briefly entered the three-dimensional world?

In her eyes, humans are merely creatures enslaved by a fantasy called "self-awareness," a product of accumulated perceptions and sensory experiences.

Because chords can see all parallel worlds, and there are countless Linglings in these parallel worlds, and in many worlds there are no Linglings at all.

Moreover, those who are called Lingling may not necessarily be called Lingling, and they may not necessarily have lost their loved ones. The different choices each person makes create slight differences.

Whether she turns left or right at an intersection every day, or whether she gets up a minute earlier or later on a certain day, her life will be completely different.

However, in her eyes, every Lingling is the same, like a computer that humans have developed today, a document that can be copied and pasted. As long as she wants, every Lingling is Lingling.

Ultimately, humans are simply designed to believe 100% that they are someone, when in reality they are no one.

Anyone who comes into contact with her will gradually undergo a transformation called "normalization," which means that all versions of herself in parallel worlds will achieve spiritual, experiential, and soul unification.

In the ancient age of gods, He was worn by those destined by heaven, enabling rulers to wield divine power in human form. For this reason, He became the object of human struggle from the day He was born.

What happens before His eyes are often the bloodiest and darkest conspiracies, killings, and deceptions.

Mother and daughter, mother and son, sisters, older sister and younger brother, older brother and younger sister, brothers, husband and wife, father and son, father and daughter. (Aside: Blood relations really do develop and are established according to this arrangement I wrote.)

From the gradually established blood ties that led to the transition from matrilineal to patrilineal societies, to the later, more hierarchical and detailed pyramid system, nothing changed.

Special beings are ultimately few and far between, and only one can stand at the highest position. So when the last great battle of the Age of Gods was held, and heaven and earth chose humanity as the next new generation of rulers, she was erased from all records by the rulers and became something passed down through generations of their clan.

The other thing that accompanied Him was permanently sealed in the Land of Annihilation, where He was accompanied by starlight all day long.

For these spirits, gaining self-awareness might be their greatest misfortune. In a sense, they are another aspect of the Root Creation, separated from itself; according to the laws of nature, their kind of life should never have existed in the first place.

They cannot die, disappear, or even fall asleep. If they are sealed away, they can only stay there quietly, unable to even choose to give up thinking.

In the end, all they could do was pray and be used by others, which was their greatest happiness.

"Sister Chord, what are you doing?"

Lingling's voice was right next to her. Only when she heard it did she realize that Lingling had squatted down in front of her at some point, her bright eyes, which had not yet been completely tainted by the world, staring straight at her.

The sky had darkened sometime earlier, and the twilight sunlight cast long, slanting shadows.

"It's nothing, Lingling, aren't you going to play anymore?" He Xian looked at the ground where only Lingling's shadow remained, and for the first time in a long time, she felt that it was better to leave this world behind, because this was the world she saw again after being sealed for thousands of years.

"I'm tired, and it's almost time. I want to chat with Sister He Xian a little longer—in this body." As she spoke, Lingling's eyes dimmed, and she raised her head to stop her tears from falling.

"Lingling, do you hate me? After all, you have other choices. If I take you to another world, you can still see your grandfather." These ethereal words filled He Xian's ears. At this moment, she felt like she had become one of those people who had been watching her in the past, utterly hypocritical.

Lingling imagined what He Xian said for a moment, then shook her head as if startled awake, "No, because if I go there, then that Lingling will disappear."

“Then I can send you to a world where there is no Lingling but there is Grandpa.”

"That won't work either, because that grandfather has no memories of Lingling. He's not a grandfather anymore."

After that, Chord made various assumptions, but all of them were rejected by Lingling.

"So what if I said I could directly resurrect Lingling's grandfather in this world? What would you choose?" He Xian asked, making a final assumption. She wanted to see if Lingling could resist the temptation. If not, she would grant Lingling's wish based on this assumption. However, the result was that Lingling would never live past the age of fifteen.

Lingling, filled with anxiety and uncertainty, revealed a sorrowful look in her eyes. After all, for a girl who was only fourteen years old, these choices were far too complicated.

"You can't have everything, so please stop tempting me, Sister He Xian! Grandpa and Lingling, we can't lose either of them!" Having figured this out, Lingling reached out and slapped He Xian's arm.

"Is that so? That's good." He Xian didn't say anything more, stood up, and hugged Lingling tightly. "My master, I swear here that no matter what choice you make in the end, no matter how the world changes, I will stay by your side and never leave you."

"Of course, Sister He Xian is my accomplice, the bad person who led me down this path. I won't let you get away with this alone. From now on, my pain is your pain, my sorrow is your sorrow. After our short lives end, in the dream where we will never wake up, we will always, always, always, always be together!"

"Oh dear, this is the punishment I've been longing for." He Xian smiled knowingly, stroking the back of Lingling's hair. "Loneliness is something that's harder to bear than death, and I'll have to rely on you, Lingling, to help me dispel it."

"Doesn't Sister He Xian have a sister?" Lingling asked in a muffled voice as she was pressed against He Xian's chest.

“Sisters—?” He Xian sighed, thinking of his other half whom he only knew of but had never met. “Even if I consider her a sister, she probably wishes I would disappear.”

"Why?" Lingling raised her head and asked, resting her chin on He Xian's chest.

“Because I am her sixth law, the existence that prevents her from being free.” Chord revealed a self-deprecating smile. “For an invincible existence like her, I am something that was born to restrict her. At least in my opinion, no existence likes its natural enemy.”

Chapter 273 Listening to Things I Don't Know - Part 7

Lingling knew what "natural enemy" meant, but what she couldn't understand was why He Xian felt that "Heaven's Will" disliked her.

"Sister He Xian, have you spoken to Tian Yi?" Even though she had only received the inherited memories for less than half a day, Lingling had already read through all of them.

"No, to be honest, we were never allowed to meet in the first place, because if we were to get together, it would mean the end of the world."

"The world is going to end." Even though she knew that He Xian was telling the truth, Lingling still didn't really feel the so-called world being destroyed, even though she was about to do just that.

"Destruction—creation—stabilization, these three form a great cycle, while the power of [Divine Will] is destruction, mine is stabilization, and for the user, that is, you, it is creation."

Time stopped once again, this time at Orange's request. After hearing Chord's words, she finally couldn't help but ask her question.

"Youzhu, what is the power of the First Law?" Orange's eyes were full of questions. When she heard Lingling say that the world was destroyed, she already felt something was wrong. Now she was talking about creating a new world. Could the First Law really do that?

Yushu replied in a very uncertain tone: "The first law, the negation of nothingness, is to turn the impossible or the impossible into a given fact. However, I don't know if it is possible to recreate a world."

To the average magician, the First Magic is indeed very mysterious, and according to the legends passed down through generations, the First Magic is indeed omnipotent, but no one knows exactly how omnipotent it is.

"Heaven and earth are reborn, and the earth, fire, water, and wind are reforged. This is the method of the sage. The first method is actually a new option to compensate for the fragile [humanity]."

"After all, compared to the protagonists of previous generations, [humans] are far too weak in every aspect," Ji Qiaoqiao added to Youzhu's summary.

"Could she really have done that? But how could such a great source support a creation of the world?!" Orange had never imagined such a thing before. It wasn't that her limited perspective restricted her thinking, but rather that a creation of the world was simply impossible to accomplish in an era where the great sources of energy were gradually being depleted.

Compared to the Great Source of the Age of Gods, the amount of ether flowing out of the Great Source in modern times has shrunk to less than one percent of what it was back then.

To give a simple example, the same magic trick could destroy a city in the age of gods, but in modern times, it might only blow up a house.

The era in which Lingling lives is clearly modern. Even if it's a different timeline, the nature of the Great Source should be the same.

"—, [Boundary Ring] and [Heaven's Will] are a matching set." Ji Qiaoqiao looked at Chengzi with bitter eyes for the first time. "Little Chengzi, what's about to happen might be hard for you to accept, so I'll tell you now. What you know about [Le Zhengling] is actually—"

"No, no need to say anything. I want to see for myself and think for myself. If you have preconceived notions about things, you can't see through everything with a detached perspective." Chengzi looked at Ji Qiaoqiao with wise eyes. "Auntie, no matter what kind of person Lingjun is, I just hope that I can make my own choice."

Ji Qiaoqiao nodded approvingly, then looked at Youzhu, "Little Youzhu, what about you?"

"It doesn't matter." Yuzhu shook her head slightly; to her, these so-called facts were not important at all.

"Then let's continue watching."

Time flowed again. After hearing He Xian say that her ability was creation, Lingling lowered her head, looked at her two hands, and subconsciously made a kneading motion. "Like shaping clay, I can mold it however I want, right?"

"I don't know either. Only when you do it, Lingling, will you know what it's like." As she spoke, He Xian looked up at the now completely dark sky. "It's almost time, Lingling. Let's prepare to use the star chart."

Lingling nodded upon hearing this, took out the jade plate, and quietly held it above her head in front of the Heavenly Pool.

"Open! Heavenly Gate to the Ultimate Realm! My name is Ji Lingling, one who has exhausted all hope and reached the end of despair!"

As she made this declaration, the entire world suddenly went dark, and then countless stars suddenly appeared, their starlight illuminating the pitch-black night sky, making the entire night sky brighter than ever before.

The surface of Tianchi Lake perfectly reflects this dazzling starry sky.

Before Lingling's eyes, the world seemed to lose its reality for a moment, making her unable to distinguish where the real starry sky was.

To others, against a backdrop of complete darkness, only Lingling's white figure and twinkling starlight created a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

The dazzling starlight gradually gathered on Lingling's body, making her more real yet illusory. Then the starlight exploded and surged into her seven major acupoints: Tanzhong, Shencang, Lingxu, Shenfeng, Bulang, Youmen, and Tonggu.

"Has it begun? The final certification." Chord looked excitedly at Lingling, who was bathed in starlight. From now until she entered the Mingtang and completed the Fengchan ceremony, Lingling would become the most special [Princess] in the world, and the mission that Chord was created for would also be completed at that time.

In the space where heaven and earth are one, starlight becomes a beacon, and a palace hidden in the deepest part of the world slowly appears above the Heavenly Pool.

Lingling looked at the palace built of five-colored jade, her heart filled with joy. However, when she saw the road leading to the palace, her face turned pale.

Bones! Bones! Bones!

What came into view were countless bones, devoid of any flesh or blood, yet their clothing shone as if new.

However, even so, it cannot conceal the fact that this place is filled with death.

The corpses, some sitting, some lying, some standing, some tall, some small, some hunched, ranged from infants to the elderly, representing all age groups.

"What is that?!" Seeing this horrifying scene, Lingling asked He Xian with a sob in her voice.

“There are those who consider themselves extraordinary, those who overestimate their abilities, those who are born to die young, and those who struggle in their death throes.” He Xian looked coldly at the skeletons, his eyes showing no disgust, only a faint disdain.

"We...we...we have to walk through here?" Lingling anxiously scanned the corridor back and forth.

"Of course, this is a step you must take, because only by passing through here can you reach the gate of the Mingtang. And during this process, you will also see the obsessions of those people. This is the Ji family's Soul Forging Ritual. If you can't even get through this, how will you face the even more terrifying memory impacts after you go in?"

Lingling hesitated, unsure how to answer. After all, she didn't know if she could withstand the fear that followed. Right now, she could only rely on He Xian. She looked at her with hopeful eyes and asked, "Sister He Xian, you'll come with me, right?"

"I will be with you, but there's nothing I can do to help you. You'll have to bear those things yourself," He Xian said honestly.

"No, as long as Sister He Xian is by my side, I think I won't be so scared." Lingling pressed down her trembling legs, trying hard not to look at the white bones.

"What are you talking about? Of course I'll stay with you." Chord rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Let me reiterate, my master, you and I are bound by fate. Even if one day you grow tired of me, I will never leave you."