Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 407, page 99: A Galaxy of Stars (Part 3)

Reverse Otherworldly transformation?

This was the first time Chen Xingtong had heard this concept. Clearly, this was being addressed to Kato Ren, meaning he possessed the means to restore Chen Ruolan?
"You brat, this isn't entirely my doing," Wu Xiang sneered. "It's also related to Chen girl's fate."

Wu Xiang's gaze lingered on the bottom of the pillar of light, where the energy source was located, but because it was too far away, he could not see the figures inside.

"Chen Yatou's destiny inscription is [Tiger Ink Agarwood], which, combined with my Purifying Karmic Fire, will be just right to suppress the poison of the Otherworldly Demon."

"That's right. When she awakened her destiny, she wasn't yet proficient in using [Tiger Ink Incense]. You were the one who sent someone to bring her to District 16, weren't you?"

Grandpa Kato snorted and muttered, "You've investigated very thoroughly. That's right, she also underwent a mutation once back then, and I suppressed the initial poison."

“However—” he glanced at the smiling man, “the ‘World Anchor’ didn’t exist back then.”

His implication was that he remained skeptical about the existence of the "anchor of the world".

“Back then, she wasn’t shot right in the heart either,” the smiling man explained.

Wu Xiang didn't dwell on this matter too much, but instead looked at the very bottom of the pillar of light: "There's no time to lose, what do you need me to do?"

"Protect her and escort her to Chen Ruolan's side. The rest is up to this young lady." After saying that, the smiling man gave Chen Xingtong a mocking look.

He didn't even use his real name in front of Wu Xiang.

Chen Xingtong felt the gaze from the Prime Minister and straightened her back stiffly, inevitably feeling a little nervous.

Can I really wake Ruolan up?
She glanced somewhat awkwardly at the smiling man, who was also responding with a smile.

Rarely, Chen Xingtong sensed encouragement in the smiling man's eyes. She patted her cheeks and secretly cheered herself on: Chen Xingtong, you can do it! Think of Ruolan, she's still waiting for you!
"Let's go." Wu Xiang waved his sleeve, and the surrounding decrees seemed to emit sharp shrieks, but no sound could be heard. As the light and shadow distorted, they gradually dissolved.

However, from the perspective of the soul entity, Chen Xingtong could clearly see that the purple flames unleashed by Wu Xiang used the life-destiny words as fuel, burning anything that touched them like a bone-deep affliction, until the life-destiny words' energy was completely burned away.

Then, Wu Xiang spread his right hand and waved his folding fan. Chen Xingtong cried out in surprise as his body flew uncontrollably toward the folding fan and was instantly absorbed into it.

This seemingly ordinary folding fan is also a tool for storing souls.

With a snap, Wu Xiang closed his folding fan, and the smiling man said to him, "Farewell. See you again if fate allows."

"Don't be ridiculous, that's bad luck." Wu Xiang didn't give him a friendly look at all. "With you around, it's hard to say whether I can retire."

The smiling man shrugged and remained silent, watching as Wu Xiang descended from the top of the hundred-meter-tall building to the edge, tilted his body towards the ground, and then plunged headfirst down.

The old man's body plunged straight down, like a falling meteorite. When he encountered the waterfall, he released a large amount of white mist; when he scraped through the ice shards, he shattered countless fragments; when he crashed into the dust and smoke on the ground, the blazing firelight tore through the mist.

"Boom—" The deafening explosion pierced everyone's ears, drawing their attention to the sound.

Witnessing all this, the White Walker forces swallowed hard to calm the trembling in their bones—a fear that came from the depths of their blood.

An old man in a black robe emerged from the smoke, his gray hair swirling around him. Behind him were menacing flames, with sparks crackling and scattering as they burned. His robes fluttered, casting his figure in shifting light and shadow.

"clatter."

The sound of the wooden clogs landing on the ground was exceptionally clear.

Wu Xiang waved his hand and said, "Disperse, leave this to me." "Ha, hai." Everyone subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and dispersed.

After giving these instructions, Wu Xiang looked at the people surrounded by guards in front of him.

Jin Ziyue and Fu Xun stood back to back, between the guards and the rising beam of light, and as Wu Xiang arrived, all eyes turned to him.

Fu Xun inwardly groaned; his luck was terrible, he had attracted this monster.

The strongest being in the White Walker world, the leader of all the White Walkers in the 16th District, Lord Kato Ren, Minister of War.

As Akira's 'field' was shattered by the 'World Anchor' within Chen Ruolan's body, Jin Ziyue and Fu Xun returned to the real world. They were originally in mid-air where the helicopter was crashing, but they managed to land safely using the [Iron Horse Ice River], and then encountered the White Walkers' encirclement.

Every now and then, a spirit would take over the White Walker's body, causing it to lose its mind and charge at the two of them recklessly.

The flesh and blood of the Fate Masters are tempting food for both the Fate Masters and the Others.

The rain soaked Jin and Fu, blurring their vision. Their wet shirts clung to their chests, rising and falling slightly after the fight.

Jin Ziyue switched to the [Soul Prayer Dream] and activated [Soul Eyes]. A white light flashed in his eyes, and he leaped up to cut the incoming death message in two with a single stroke.

【Soul Eye】With the blessing of destiny, it specializes in slaying souls, fate words, etc. In the eyes of fate words, it is like a blazing fire blade.

"Plop." Jin Ziyue landed, splashing rainwater everywhere.

The life-giving words, stripped of their consciousness, left behind a mass of turbid energy, which was absorbed by the three-legged golden toad cauldron in Jin Ziyue's palm.

The inscriptions that sit atop their heads are typically from the centuries-old tradition, which is how they develop their own independent consciousness.

"We meet again, Mr. Jin." Wu Xiang chuckled.

Fu Xun glanced at Jin Ziyue suspiciously, his eyes asking, "Do you two know each other?"

Jin Ziyue was unsure, after all, he had only met Wu Xiang once in the illusion created by [Tracing the Origin].

He held his sword horizontally in a defensive stance.

Wu Xiang smiled and said, "It seems you still harbor a lot of hostility towards me, young friend. Well, the occasion is rather unusual and not very formal." The old man's tone was quite magnanimous as he continued, "Let me formally introduce myself. I am Wu Xiang, Kato Ren. Mr. Jin, and Mr. Fu beside you. The current situation is dire, and you are not enemies of my clan. Why not cooperate?"

He took out a folding fan from his pocket, flipped his wrist, and Chen Xingtong's soul flew out.

"Jin Ziyue?" Chen Xingtong saw Jin Ziyue and Fu Xun as soon as she appeared.

While Fu Xun was still surprised that he knew his identity, Jin Ziyue had already used [Soul Prayer Dream] to see Chen Xingtong in her soul state.

"Xing Tong?" He didn't understand why Chen Xing Tong's soul would appear in Wu Xiang's hands.

"Great, you can see me now." Chen Xingtong floated to Jin Ziyue's side. "Are you guys alright? I was on the rooftop and saw the whole process of the 'World Anchor' erupting inside Ruolan's body."

Jin Ziyue said to Fu Xun, whose soul was nowhere to be seen, "Xing Tong is here."

Fu Xun glanced at Wu Xiang hesitantly, but said nothing more.

“As you can see, I have been entrusted to ensure this young lady’s safety,” Wu Xiang said, glancing at the pillar of light behind the two of them. He added, “As for your friend’s situation, that’s something you need to consider.”