novelraw Chapter 193, Xu Ling
Chapter 193, Xu Ling
And amidst it all, a single, surprisingly fundamental question had somehow been overlooked, now rising to the forefront of his mind with a quiet insistence. His voice, when he finally spoke, was steady, betraying none of the swirling thoughts beneath its surface, though a certain profound curiosity underscored his tone.
The girl met his eyes, a flicker of something unreadable passing through her own before settling back into a calm, almost ancient stillness. She held his unwavering gaze for a long moment, a beat that felt both brief and expansive, as if time itself had hesitated.
"Xu Ling."
Xu Ling.
"You mentioned that the previous Celestial Emperor, the one who walked a path against the current of the heavens, specifically chose me," Lin Yi continued, his voice now laced with a sharper edge of inquiry. He had observed her carefully throughout their exchange, noting the depth of her knowledge, the casual way she spoke of events and powers that defied mortal comprehension. "And it’s clear, from everything you’ve shared, that you possess a much deeper understanding of him, of his intentions and his struggle, than anyone else I’ve encountered thus far."
Xu Ling did not offer an immediate response. Instead, she performed a deliberate, slow step forward, a movement that was both graceful and purposeful. Her pristine white robe, a simple garment yet somehow imbued with an aura of ancient purity, shifted lightly with the motion, the fabric whispering against itself.
"I am his sword." The statement was delivered plainly, without embellishment, but its directness carried a shocking weight.
Seeing his silent absorption, she offered a clarification, her voice softening just a touch, as if to make the impossible slightly more tangible.
Then, a thoughtful flicker passed through his gaze, a spark of connection between her words and his own recent experiences. "The weapon I’ve been using..." he began slowly, the words trailing off as he mentally pieced together the fragments.
"A fragment," she confirmed, the single word resonating with absolute certainty. Her eyes, those ancient, knowing eyes, moved briefly and pointedly towards his waist, drawing his attention to where the Abyssal Celestial Lord Blade rested.
Lin Yi’s grip, without any conscious command from him, tightened almost imperceptibly on the hilt of his own weapon, the hard, cool material a stark contrast to the sudden, burning knowledge of its true nature.
"The true blade..." she continued, her gaze now fixed back on his, as if peering into the depths of his understanding, "is something else entirely, an entity of power beyond what you currently comprehend."
"A single spark may be enough to light a great fire," she offered, drawing on a potent analogy, "but it is not, and never will be, the sun itself."
The sheer magnitude of those words, "cut fate," settled heavily in the space between them, a profound weight that seemed to press down on the very air. Lin Yi exhaled quietly, a slow, deliberate release of breath that carried with it a mix of awe and a dawning sense of impossible responsibility. He processed the implications, the vast gulf between what he had and what awaited.
"You will receive everything," she stated, her voice as clear and unyielding. There was no hesitation in her tone, no trace of ambiguity whatsoever. She then enumerated the components of this unimaginable inheritance, each word a revelation. "The blade itself, in its true, complete form. The full extent of his inheritance, all the wisdom and power he accrued. And even the scattered fragments that were dispersed across the realms when the Celestial Domain itself tragically fell."