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Bai Suzu Shrine

Night fell, the north wind howled, and a scarlet blood moon hung high in the sky, staining the entire world with an eerie dark red hue.

On a small hill, the ancient and solemn Shirare Bell Shrine has stood quietly for a thousand years, enjoying its own tranquility.

In the center of the shrine courtyard stands a majestic ginkgo tree, its roots firmly planted for millennia, its branches and leaves flourishing, its branches reaching for the sky.

As the evening breeze swept through the branches, golden ginkgo leaves fluttered down, falling gracefully to the ground. Under the glow of the red moon, they gained a touch of lonely and eerie beauty.

Without warning, ripples suddenly appeared in the void in the center of the courtyard, accompanied by a faint sound of space shattering, and a long, narrow, dark rift was suddenly torn open.

Light and shadow flickered deep within the dark rift, and two figures slowly stepped out, landing in the courtyard covered with golden leaves.

A cool evening breeze ruffled the hem of her clothes as Su Lingbai lowered her eyes to look at the serene, pale face of the soul in her arms.

It was a sleeping white-haired girl with clear eyes and a weak breath. Her soul seemed to be on the verge of dissipation, so fragile that it looked as if it would vanish into the world at any moment.

Su Lingbai turned her head to look at Xiao Caihua beside her, her tone devoid of its usual mischievousness and madness:

"You stay here and watch over her, continuously infuse her with magic, stabilize her celestial soul, and absolutely do not let her soul be scattered."

She paused, then, as if still uneasy, added a warning: "Also, you're not allowed to bully her secretly when I'm not around."

Little Caihua hung her head, looking unwilling, but dared not disobey Su Lingbai's wishes, and mumbled weakly, "...I know, I know."

"Did you hear me?" Su Lingbai frowned slightly and gave another earnest instruction.

"I heard you!"

Little Cauliflower shook her head helplessly, slumped her shoulders, and looked sullen, but still obediently gathered her magic power and prepared to act as a protector.

Having confirmed that the girl was in stable condition and that the little cauliflower was ready, Su Lingbai gazed at the sleeping white-haired figure one last time, a complex and indescribable emotion flashing across her eyes.

Then, she turned around and stepped into the ancient shrine's main hall.

The Shirare Bell Shrine is small, and the hall is usually deserted and silent, with only the ancient atmosphere of time lingering around it.

Su Lingbai walked leisurely, passing through the empty main hall, through the carved corridors, and all the way to the secluded backyard of the shrine.

The backyard was secluded and quiet, rarely visited by anyone. In the deepest corner, a small wooden house stood all alone.

The wooden house was only a few square meters in size, with no windows or gaps, and the walls were mottled and cracked, as if it had been completely forgotten by the world.

Above the wooden door of the cabin hangs an old, heavy metal lock, covered in thick dust over the years, completely obscuring its original color and leaving it mottled with rust.

It was clear at a glance that this wooden house had been sealed off for countless years and had never been opened by anyone.

Su Lingbai stood before the wooden door, her dark gothic dress accentuating her snow-white skin, her eyes revealing a unique eccentricity and madness.

She was seen by others as a paranoid and eccentric girl, bloodthirsty, fond of killing, with a capricious and unpredictable temperament, and a rare person in the world with a slight madness.

But now, facing this wooden house, all her violence vanished, leaving only extreme tranquility.

She didn't look for the key; instead, her slender, fair fingers slowly extended and gently covered the heavy iron lock.

The next instant, his fingers suddenly exerted force!

"boom--"

A dull, heavy metallic cracking sound suddenly rang out, and fine rust fragments mixed with wood chips flew everywhere as the old-fashioned iron lock snapped in two.

Su Lingbai remained calm, casually tossing the broken lock to the ground with a crisp sound.

She raised her hand and gently pushed the dusty wooden door, which creaked open slowly.

The moment the wooden door opened, a strong, musty smell mixed with years of damp dust rushed out, pungent and slightly chilly.

The crimson moonlight from outside poured in through the door frame, breaking through the thick darkness inside and barely illuminating the small, enclosed space.

In the dim light, a dark, ancient and heavy coffin rests quietly in the center of the wooden house.

Su Lingbai stepped over the dusty threshold, entered the room, and stood before the black coffin.

She slowly raised her right hand, her fingertips gently falling and softly touching the cold coffin lid.

The biting cold spread rapidly from my fingertips, coursing through my veins and permeating my entire body in an instant.

The mentally ill girl, who was usually decisive and ruthless, unafraid of bloodshed and the bizarre, and even had a penchant for violence and madness, suddenly fell into a prolonged daze and disorientation.

"Finally... this day has come."

She parted her lips slightly and murmured softly. Countless years, sealed away by time, were completely awakened by this ancient coffin, and a vast expanse of past memories surged into her mind like a tidal wave.

The origin of everything lies in the ancient secrets of the Shirare Bell Shrine, which no one knows.

Time rewinds to the ancient times when the world was in chaos.

At that time, the world was in chaos, with countless lives lost and endless wars raging. Even the twelve witches who would later rule this world and control all things had not yet been born.

In chaotic times, all living beings are like ants, their lives as insignificant as grass.

At that time, the first shrine keeper was just an ordinary country girl.

To survive, she went into the mountains every day to gather herbs. But one day, while gathering herbs deep in the mountains, she accidentally lost her footing and fell from a sheer cliff.

The rocks were jagged and her bones were broken. She was covered in wounds and lay paralyzed among the rocks at the bottom of the cliff. She was in excruciating pain and had no strength to get up.

The azure sky hangs high overhead, with drifting clouds and a whistling wind.

The girl gazed at the distant sky, her life force rapidly fading away. She knew in her heart that she could not escape death.

Endless darkness and despair enveloped her; her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, her consciousness gradually faded, and she was about to close her eyes and pass away.

Just as she was dying, a clear and ethereal silver bell sound pierced through the mountain wind and lingered in her ears.

Above the sky, a pure and flawless white light descended from the heavens, like a celestial being descending from the nine heavens, landing in front of her.

Exhaustion overwhelmed her, and before she could get a good look at the mysterious figure, everything went black, and she fell into a coma.

When I awoke again, the excruciating pain had completely disappeared.

She lay peacefully on a wooden bed, the air filled with the fresh scent of wood.

The girl paused for a moment, then got out of bed and quickly walked out of the wooden house.

Outside the house lies a remote, uninhabited mountain forest, with ancient trees reaching for the sky, isolated from the world.

The wooden house behind her was brand new and intact, with clear wood grain and no signs of wear and tear, as if it had just been built.

The unfamiliar environment and bizarre circumstances left the ordinary woman bewildered and helpless.

Just as she stood there, completely dazed, the white figure she had seen before she lost consciousness appeared silently in front of her. Its figure was ethereal and its demeanor was awe-inspiring. Its true appearance was unclear, but it possessed an immense and all-encompassing aura.

The white-robed deity stated directly that it was He who had saved the dying girl and extended her life.

"I left you here only to entrust you with a destiny."

The ethereal music echoed through the mountains and fields, each word imprinted on people's hearts. The divine figure entrusted her to guard this place, quietly awaiting the appearance of that person, and to do everything in her power to help him grow and overcome his difficulties.

In return, He made an eternal vow to protect the girl's descendants for generations, ensuring their lineage continues forever and that they live without worry for all eternity.

In chaotic times, people suffer greatly, and survival is incredibly difficult for ordinary people. Living from dawn till dusk, with corpses strewn across the fields, is the norm. To be able to live a peaceful life and have the protection of one's lineage is already an immense stroke of luck.

Without the slightest hesitation, the girl immediately bowed and agreed, vowing to keep this entrustment to the death.

Seeing her resolute determination, the white-clad figure slowly raised his hand, gently placing his warm palm on the girl's head.

A warm, powerful, vast, and pure extraordinary power surged continuously from the top of her head into her limbs and bones, cleansing her mortal muscles and blood vessels, gentle yet domineering.

In the blink of an eye, an ordinary mortal broke through the mortal barrier and awakened supreme extraordinary power, wielding heaven-reaching abilities and completely breaking free from the shackles of mortals.

After bestowing his power, the divine figure moved to the courtyard, bent down, dug a patch of soil, and buried a strange, translucent seed in the ground.

A miracle was born at this moment.

The seeds take root as soon as they are planted, sprouting and breaking through the soil in an instant. The tender green seedlings grow rapidly and taller at a speed visible to the naked eye, with lush branches and leaves. In the blink of an eye, they grow into a tall and straight ancient ginkgo tree.

The giant tree, with its canopy blocking out the sun and its branches covered in golden leaves, is awe-inspiring.

Such extraordinary and unconventional methods completely overturned the girl's understanding. Her heart trembled, and she knelt heavily on the ground, prostrating herself in reverence, repeatedly calling out "Immortal!" with utter awe, no longer daring to raise her head even slightly.

Shenying remained calm and composed, without any emotion.

He moved to the foot of the towering ancient tree, broke off several thick and sturdy trunks, and forged and tempered them with supreme divine power, finally casting them into a pitch-black and heavy coffin.

He gazed at the kneeling girl, his voice ethereal through the ages, each word carrying immense weight:

"This coffin nurtures all spirits, holds divine souls, conceals heavenly secrets, and veils the Heavenly Dao. Only that one may dwell within it and benefit from it; all other beings in the world are forbidden from entering it even slightly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed to the towering ginkgo tree overhead and continued to give instructions:

"This tree is extraordinary, a spiritual root of heaven and earth, bearing only one fruit every ten thousand years, and a single fruit in a lifetime. The flesh of the fruit can revive the dead, restore bones, reverse yin and yang, prolong life, and possess the power to defy the heavens."

Having finished giving all his instructions, the white-robed figure said no more.

A dazzling white light suddenly burst forth, illuminating the entire deep mountain. The divine figure transformed into a streak of light that stretched across the heavens and earth, breaking through the clouds and disappearing into the endless depths of space, vanishing without a trace and never to be seen again for eternity.

That divine voice was deeply imprinted in the girl's bloodline and soul, passed down from generation to generation, never to be extinguished.

After a long while, the trembling girl slowly got up.

Looking at the brand-new wooden house, the black coffin, and the golden ginkgo trees, and feeling the surging, boundless power within her, everything felt real and clear, shattering the illusion in her heart.

From then on, the girl settled down in this deep mountain and lived alone there.

As time went by, she gradually repaired the wooden house and expanded the temple, eventually transforming the humble hut into a complete shrine, which she named "Shirare Bell Shrine".

She remained here for the rest of her life, devoutly worshipping the nameless white-glowing divine figure while firmly remembering her eternal destiny, quietly waiting for that unknown person.

Because they have never seen the true face of the deity, the shrine has never erected a statue of the deity for thousands of years, leaving only a shrine with a deep-seated obsession and piety.

And she was the first shrine maiden of the Shirare Bell Shrine.

Spring goes and autumn comes, cold comes and heat goes, and the years go by endlessly.

In the blink of an eye, ten thousand years have quietly passed.

After countless vicissitudes, the ancient ginkgo tree finally bore the world's first divine fruit.

The Shirare Bell Shrine, passed down through generations by a single priest, is hidden deep in the mountains, never venturing into the world to compete for power, remaining unassuming and lowly. Yet, thanks to the protection and inheritance of an ancient deity, its foundation is unfathomable, secretly making it a top-tier, supreme power in the world, whom no one dares to provoke.

Time continues to flow, the number of ginkgo fruits increases year by year, and dynasties rise and fall in the world.

In a world that had been silent for countless ages, the first witch to wield the power over heaven and earth was finally born.

One, two, three... until all twelve witches descended to earth, ruling this world and taking control of all things.

The twelve witches held absolute power, manipulating the world's order at will. All the world's top powers bowed down to them, and no one dared to disobey them.

Only the White Bell Shrine, hidden deep in the mountains, is protected by the ancient god Nuo, transcending worldly affairs, free from the control of witches, and has remained peaceful for eternity, guarding its own pure land.

Generation after generation of shrine maidens inherit their destiny, passing down the tradition and guarding this lonely shrine, waiting for the one destined to return.

For millennia we've waited in vain, year after year, and no one keeps the promise.

When the thirteenth ginkgo fruit hung heavily on the branches, the destiny of the shrine maiden was passed down to Su Lingbai.

As dusk settled and the setting sun painted the streets, she caught a glimpse of that astonishing white-haired figure in the distance.

In the darkness, bloodlines resonated, destiny drew them together, and a sense of connection that transcended millennia swept over them.

She was absolutely certain.

That person is the chosen one whom the shrine has been waiting for and watching over for generations.

The White Bell Shrine Maiden has upheld her mission for ten thousand years.

Finally, it's time for a perfect ending.

Su Lingbai pulled her scattered thoughts back, and the long memories dissipated.

She raised her eyes and gazed at the silent, pitch-black ancient coffin before her. All the dazedness faded from her eyes, leaving only a firm conviction.

With a slight exertion of her arm, she lifted the incredibly heavy coffin with one hand and slowly took a step.

The evening breeze swept through the hall, the red moon remained unchanged, and the loneliness of millennia finally found its home at this moment.

She spoke softly, murmuring that name, each word gentle:

"Chu Ge...you are the destiny I have been searching for all my life."