If This Is the Future She Willingly Accepts, Who Are You to Hurt Her?
If This Is the Future She Willingly Accepts, Who Are You to Hurt Her?
“How did you get here?”
Heavenly Monarch Ziyang’s brows furrowed as he demanded, “This is not a place you should be. I advise you to go back.”
However, Gu Xianer had long since seen through the two men’s scheme, and at this point she was completely unmoved. Her gaze was ice-cold, her killing intent frigid.
“At this point, you two can drop the act. Speak—why exactly did you lure me here?”
“Was it to drive a wedge between me and Gu Changge, to provoke me into moving against him? Then I can only say you’ve thought far too much.”
Gu Xianer’s voice was utterly cold, as if devoid of any emotion.
Hearing this, Qin Wuya and Heavenly Monarch Ziyang exchanged a glance, their brows knitting together.
Then, Heavenly Monarch Ziyang sighed. “Da Shixiong and I are truly doing this for your own good.”
He had decided to lay his cards on the table.
Qin Wuya also fell silent.
They both knew that at this point, saying anything else was useless—all their previous plans had come to nothing.
Gu Xianer frowned and asked, “What do you mean by that?”
“It is exactly as you have heard. Gu Changge is the true Successor of Demonic Arts. Sooner or later, he will make a move against you and devour your Source and everything you have.”
“As for your identity—you are the Junior Sister of Da Shixiong and me in our past lives. It’s just that you don’t know this.”
“Do you remember that day in front of the gates of the True Immortal Academy? The reason I acted the way I did was actually to help you recover the memories of your past life. If you don’t believe me, then there’s nothing I can do.”
Heavenly Monarch Ziyang’s expression returned to calm as he stared intently at Gu Xianer, preparing to tell her everything he knew and understood.
“Past life?”
Gu Xianer’s brows remained tightly furrowed at his words, and from her expression, it was impossible to tell whether she believed him or not.
To be honest, Heavenly Monarch Ziyang’s words had dealt her quite a shock.
She had considered what Qin Wuya and Heavenly Monarch Ziyang’s goals might be, but she had never expected him to say something like this. It had completely exceeded her expectations.
“In our past lives, we were all disciples of the Borderless Sect. I was the Da Shixiong, while you and Ziyang Shidi were both the Shifu’s personal disciples. In your last life, your name was Dao Xian.”
Qin Wuya spoke up at this point as well, hoping these words would stir some memory in Gu Xianer.
However, Gu Xianer’s expression remained calm and cold, without the slightest change. Nothing came back to her.
“Are you two done talking?”
Then, she asked back icily.
The name Dao Xian—she had just heard Qin Wuya mention it earlier, but she had never imagined it would actually be her name from a past life.
This was simply too inconceivable, too dreamlike.
Could reincarnation truly exist in this world?
“This is water from the Lake of Reincarnation. It can restore the memories of one’s past life. If you don’t believe us, you can drink it.”
At this moment, Qin Wuya spoke again, taking out a small white jade bottle from within his sleeve and offering it to Gu Xianer.
All manner of mystical radiance emerged from within it, silvery-white light spreading through the void, exuding the aura of reincarnation—truly astonishing.
Even through the bottle, one could feel the surging power contained within.
“Water from the Lake of Reincarnation?”
Gu Xianer frowned and did not reach for it. She simply could not trust Qin Wuya and Heavenly Monarch Ziyang.
As for whether it truly was water from the Lake of Reincarnation, she had no way of verifying it.
Who knew what was actually inside that bottle?
Still, these words plunged Gu Xianer into doubt.
What exactly were these two after?
Setting aside whether the past life was real or not, the mere act of luring her here like this hardly seemed well-intentioned.
“If you still don’t believe us, this is what I saw when I used the Foreseeing Eye back then.”
Seeing Gu Xianer fall silent, a flash of delight suddenly appeared in Heavenly Monarch Ziyang’s eyes. Thinking she was seriously considering it, he couldn’t help but speak up.
At the same time, golden patterns emerged between his brows, illuminating everything—boundlessly brilliant, divine light surging.
Although he could not use the true power of the Foreseeing Eye at this moment,
reproducing the scenes he had witnessed back then was no difficult task for him.
If he let Gu Xianer see these visions,
then he believed she would surely grow suspicious of Gu Changge—at the very least, she would no longer trust him so completely as she did now.
Weng!!
As he spoke, waves of light suddenly appeared in the void before Heavenly Monarch Ziyang, and then scenes began to emerge.
In a dark, damp dungeon, a beautiful, otherworldly young woman was pierced through by chains.
Her limbs hung against the wall, covered in bloodstains, her breath faint and fading—yet her expression was full of stubbornness and coldness.
And the man standing before her had a handsome, refined face, robes whiter than snow, a bearing like fine jade—like a flawless noble son untainted by the mortal world, without a speck of dust upon him.
In his hand was a small white jade bowl, filled with blood, exuding a thick, sinister aura.
Seeing this scene, Gu Xianer, who had been silent all along,
suddenly trembled, her face going pale, as if all the blood had drained from it.
“Nonsense. I’ll kill you.”
Abruptly, she let out a cold shout, and her jade sword was summoned forth, flying out from her palm.
Crystalline and translucent, flowing with radiant light, carrying a terrifying sharpness, it tore through the sky and slashed down toward Heavenly Monarch Ziyang, as if to suppress and kill him on the spot.
“All of this is a corner of the future glimpsed by my Foreseeing Eye. Gu Changge harbors ill intentions toward you—he is the true Successor of Demonic Arts. Why can’t you believe us?”
“Da Shixiong and I could never hurt you.”
Heavenly Monarch Ziyang’s expression turned somewhat gloomy as he couldn’t help but shout the question.
At the same time, his sleeve swept out, and vast purple qi surged forth like an Astral River, cascading down from the heavens to block Gu Xianer’s strike.
With his current strength, as long as Gu Xianer didn’t resort to other means, suppressing her would not be difficult.
However, Heavenly Monarch Ziyang did not do so. He continued trying to persuade her, hoping she would come to her senses and stop being so obstinately deluded.
“Besides sowing discord between me and Gu Changge, do you two have any other tricks? If that truly is my future, then I willingly accept it.”
Gu Xianer’s voice remained cold as frost, devoid of any emotion.
Hong!
The jade sword sliced through the void, its aftershocks shattering everything around them. Mountain ranges collapsed as terrifying laws and order surged forth, vast and mighty, bursting with all manner of dazzling light.
Hearing these words, Heavenly Monarch Ziyang’s expression instantly turned incomparably ugly—anger, gloom, hatred—but more than anything, jealousy and unwillingness.
“Why? Why does it have to be this way?”
“I’m clearly the one who’s good to you, while Gu Changge is dead set on harming you...”
He was practically roaring. He had never imagined Gu Xianer would say such a thing—his entire being seemed ignited by the flames of jealousy.
At this moment, Heavenly Monarch Ziyang could care about nothing else. He would suppress Gu Xianer and force her to drink the water of the Lake of Reincarnation.
In an instant, laws interwove across this place, divine chains of order stretched across the sky, and brilliant beams of light pierced through the void—utterly terrifying.
Chaos Purple Qi shrouded the heavens, transforming into a vast sea of clouds within which various divine abilities evolved. Purple true lightning crackled and snapped, as if it could tear everything apart.
Gu Xianer was also employing all manner of techniques to resist, her expression icy cold.
Qin Wuya did not make a move. He merely watched from the side, while also preventing the commotion here from leaking out and attracting other Cultivators and prodigies.
Hong hong hong!!!
The battle here grew ever more astonishing. A tremendous shock rang out, like the drum of an immortal being struck, shaking heaven and earth. This place completely exploded—the entire stretch of ruins was shattered.
Numerous Principles of Dao evolved, and order condensed into form.
Gu Xianer’s Celestial Bone manifested, transforming into a supreme True Immortal, seeking to suppress everything.
And Heavenly Monarch Ziyang’s Chaos Dao Bone also manifested, purple qi surging boundlessly, its terrifying power like an Astral River bursting its banks.
Finally, a tremendous sound rang out from the void, and scarlet blood splattered down.
Gu Xianer was sent flying backward, blood at the corner of her lips, her skirt stained red, her expression ice-cold.
Her cultivation realm was, after all, far below Heavenly Monarch Ziyang’s. After exchanging several moves, she quickly fell into a disadvantage.
She was no match for him.
“Xianer Shimei, you are no match for me. At this point, stop resisting and just behave...”
Heavenly Monarch Ziyang’s purple robes fluttered as he stood high in the sky.
At this moment, having landed a successful strike, his expression had already returned to calm as he looked at her and spoke thus.
However, before he could finish his words, Qin Wuya behind him suddenly paled drastically and shouted, “Not good—dodge, quickly!”
Hong!
The next instant, a terrifying power—as if mountains and seas were collapsing, as if heaven and earth were being overturned—descended, and the void instantly exploded.
Heavenly Monarch Ziyang had no time to react. His face twisted in shock and horror as he tried to turn around, but his entire body was struck by this force. With a hong, his body instantly burst apart, flesh and blood flying everywhere.
“Courting death!”
“Who are you to hurt her?”
A figure walked out from the void, a single palm descending to cover everything—as if the wrath of the ancient heavens themselves, carrying the force of billions of jun.
His face was sunk like ice sealed for hundreds of millions of years, enough to make one’s back run cold, to chill one from head to toe, to make one’s very soul tremble.