NFBE Chapter 734 Memory Library
Chapter 734 Memory Library
When Yun Yao opened her eyes again, she found herself in a vast library. It seemed as if this library had existed since the dawn of time. Quiet and mysterious, it exuded an ancient and profound aura. Bookshelves stretched out in all directions, seemingly endless, as if connecting countless unknown time and space. Each shelf soared into the clouds, requiring only one to look up to see the top. Filled with tomes labeled "Three Thousand Worlds," each one was like a self-contained miniature universe, sealed with endless stories and possibilities.
Yun Yao slowly stood up and scanned her surroundings, awestruck. Each of these tome covers depicted a different version of herself: a princess in gorgeous ancient costume, decked out in a phoenix coronet and bridal robe, her graceful demeanor etched with the perseverance and wisdom honed through the struggles of power; an online writer in simple modern attire, furrowing her brow as she composes at her computer, her eyes gleaming with inspiration and dreams, her fingertips still lingering with the warmth of keyboard strokes; and a Lotus Heart Messenger from the immortal realm, her robes flowing, clutching a Lotus Heart magical treasure, emanating a sacred and ethereal aura that seemed to purify the world of all impurities.
"This is the 'Narrative Law Center.'" The System Lord's voice echoed in this empty space, with a hint of awe and solemnity, breaking Yun Yao's stunned state. "Every word written by the host is the embodiment of the laws of heaven. Now, you need to repair the 'world line' that Youyue tampered with."
Yun Yao took a deep breath, gathered her composure, and gently touched a book on the bookshelf beside her. The moment she touched it, a warm power came through her fingertips, as if these books had life. She carefully opened it, and the pages glowed, and pictures flashed before her eyes like a kaleidoscope. In the picture, Xiao Cui was kneeling in the hall of the Blood Demon Sect, pressing the Semi-Immortal Jade Slip between her eyebrows - the "Xiao Cui's dark line" that she had deleted was actually happening in a parallel world at this moment. Xiao Cui's eyes were full of struggle and pain, and her originally clear eyes were stained by the evil spirit, with a faint red light. The surrounding demon cultivators burst into laughter, as if celebrating a victory.
Yun Yao's heart suddenly clenched, and heartache and regret surged within her. She had never imagined that her careless editing of the plot would bring such a tragic fate to Xiao Cui. Just as she was lost in self-blame, a warm hand covered her eyes, blocking out the heart-wrenching scene.
"Don't read these unfinished plots, they will devour your original intention." Chu Mochen's voice sounded in his ears, full of concern and worry. His fingertips gently slid across the bookshelf. Wherever he touched, the books trembled slightly, as if responding to his touch. Finally, he stopped at one place and gently pushed aside a few books, revealing a book wrapped in gold foil at the deepest end. The cover showed a scene of two people standing at the peak of the Rule Realm, repairing the Heavenly Dao. In the picture, they were radiating a dazzling light, their eyes were firm and fearless, as if everything in the world was under control. "This is the path we should take."
Yun Yao nodded slightly and was about to speak when the library floor suddenly trembled violently, emitting a dull rumble, as if a giant beast, slumbering for millennia, were awakening. Immediately afterwards, cracks spread rapidly like spiderwebs, their depths radiating like an endless abyss. Instantly, countless black tentacles swarmed frantically from the cracks, carrying a strong stench of decay as they fiercely clawed at the surrounding tome. These tentacles were immensely thick, their surfaces covered in strange suction cups, each one greedily devouring the surrounding knowledge and power. Wherever they passed, books were reduced to dust, scattering into the air.
"Yun Yao, do you think that things you've deleted no longer exist?" The remnant spirit of the Holy Maiden Youyue hid within the cracks of the narrative rules. Her voice was erratic, yet piercing with chilling coldness and mockery, as if emanating from the Netherworld. "These 'possibilities' you've discarded are my nourishment!"
Yun Yao's eyes glared, anger blazing in her chest. How could she tolerate You Yue so wantonly trampling on these worldlines that held countless lives and hopes? She looked around, trying to find a way to confront You Yue. Suddenly, her eyes fell on the gold-foiled book, and a bold idea formed in her mind.
"Chu Mochen, cover me!" Yun Yao shouted, darting towards the gold foil book like lightning. Chu Mochen understood and immediately drew his sword. Light shone from the blade, transforming it into a dazzling curtain of light, blocking the incoming black tentacles. He was agile, and every swing of his sword ignited a sharp sword energy, like a dragon emerging from the sea. Wherever he passed, tentacles shattered, black fluid splattering and emitting a sickening odor.
Yun Yao seized the opportunity to approach the gold-foil book and gently touched it. Instantly, a surge of immense power flowed through her fingertips, and countless images flashed through her mind: the figures of people in various worldlines struggling for survival and hope, the joys and sorrows of those forgotten supporting characters, and the mysterious trajectory of the laws of heaven. These images, like a torrent, impacted her soul, yet also made her more clear about her mission.
At this crucial moment, Youyue's remnant spirit sensed Yun Yao's intentions and let out a sharp roar, commanding more tentacles to attack her. These tentacles grew more ferocious, their speed as fast as lightning, carrying a destructive aura. Chu Mochen's strength gradually wore thin, his body covered in wounds. His clothes were ripped, blood seeping out, staining the corners of his snow-white garments red. But he gritted his teeth, his gaze determined, and continued to swing his sword, vowing to protect Yun Yao to the death.
Yun Yao, seeing this, was consumed with anxiety. She knew she couldn't delay any longer. She closed her eyes, concentrated her mind, and attempted to connect with the power within the gold-foil book. Gradually, a soft light emanated from her palm, and within it, a pen formed from the laws of heaven slowly emerged. The tip of the pen was a silver lotus petal, shimmering and translucent, as if it contained all the purity and beauty of the world. The pen shaft was engraved with the divine pattern of creation, mysterious and ancient, flowing with endless wisdom and power.
"It turns out that my 'golden finger' was never the system, but this 'Heavenly Pen'." Yun Yao finally remembered the ancient book in Siming Hall that contained the same content as her novel. "Every word I write is creating or repairing the world."
At this moment, Youyue's remnant soul's laughter came from the crack, becoming more and more arrogant: "Do you think you can fight me with just a pen? Look behind you-"
Yun Yao turned and looked. On the library walls, all her unfilled holes, abandoned concepts, and axed supporting characters emerged. Their bodies twisted, their faces hideous. Controlled by their remnant souls, they transformed into dark shadows that swarmed over her. These shadows emanated a thick resentment, as if to drown Yun Yao in endless regret.
Seeing this, Chu Mochen swung his sword, cutting a path through the space, attempting to create a safe space for Yun Yao. However, when he saw a deleted "Chu Mochen stand-in" character, his movements suddenly paused. The stand-in looked exactly like him, but his eyes revealed a sense of loneliness and resentment of abandonment, as if questioning why he had been deprived of his right to exist.
Yun Yao keenly sensed Chu Mochen's strangeness, and her heart ached. She knew that each of these abandoned characters carried an untold story, their pain and resentment now serving as sharp weapons for Youyue to attack them. But she couldn't give up, not only for herself, but also for the lives of those innocent people implicated.
Yun Yao took a deep breath, her eyes flashing with determination. She lifted her pen and slowly wrote in the air: "All abandoned characters will be reborn within the laws of Heaven." Instantly, golden light burst forth, like a blazing sun rising over the library. Wherever the light reached, dark shadows roared in pain, but under this divine power, they gradually transformed into points of light, melting into Yun Yao's brow with a sense of relief and release.
Youyue's remnant soul screamed in frustration, as if its most precious possession had been taken away. From the rift erupted a vast number of fragments of laws, each imbued with immense power, scattering across the library. Yun Yao glanced around and discovered that one fragment was engraved with the true meaning of "Mortal God Bloodline"—the key to Xiao Cui's awakening! Without hesitation, she reached out and grasped the fragment tightly, feeling the surging power within it, and a glimmer of hope welled up in her heart.
However, the crisis was not over. Enraged by shame, Youyue's remnant spirit harnessed its remaining strength and launched an even more ferocious attack. A violent wind blew through the library, uprooting bookshelves and sending books flying through the air as if the world had ended. Chu Mochen, bracing himself against his wounds, reached Yun Yao's side, standing shoulder to shoulder with her, his sword blazing brighter as he prepared for the final blow.
Yun Yao tightly gripped the Heavenly Dao Pen and exchanged glances with Chu Mochen, their eyes gleaming with determination and trust. They knew this battle hinged on the fate of the Three Thousand Worlds; retreat was unacceptable. In this desperate situation, Yun Yao suddenly recalled her experiences in various worlds: in the ancient royal palace, she had risen from an unloved princess, using wisdom and courage to rise through the ranks and earn everyone's respect; in modern society, as an online writer, she wove dreams through words, bringing hope and emotion to her readers; in the immortal realm, she shouldered the heavy responsibility of restoring the Heavenly Dao, enduring hardships but never giving up. These memories surged in her heart like a warm current, giving her endless strength.
"Youyue, today is your demise!" Yun Yao shouted, waving her brush in the air. Each stroke echoed with the roar of the laws of heaven. Golden light intertwined in the air, forming powerful spells that swept towards Youyue's remaining soul. Chu Mochen also attacked at the same time, his sword moving with him. Sword energy resonated like a rainbow, echoing with Yun Yao's spells, forming an unstoppable force.
The remnant of Youyue's soul was horrified to find that her power was gradually being suppressed by this combined force. The black tentacles were cut off and dissipated one after another, and the crevice where she had hidden gradually shrank under the light. She struggled desperately, trying to make a final resistance, but it was all in vain.
As the final ray of light flashed, Youyue's remnant soul let out a desperate scream and completely dissipated within the library. The turmoil within the library gradually subsided, and the shattered shelves and books slowly returned to their original state, as if nothing had happened. Only Yun Yao and Chu Mochen stood amidst the devastation, smiling at each other, their eyes filled with relief at having survived and a resolute look toward the future.
"Let's go, we still have a long way to go." Yun Yao said softly, holding the Heavenly Dao Pen and the fragment of the law of "Mortal God Bloodline" tightly in her hands, and walked towards the depths of the library with Chu Mochen. There was a new starting point for the road to repairing the Heavenly Dao.