People in the Imperial Music Bureau: The Storytelling Demon Child Nezha

Li Qiye gripped the broken blade tightly, the scar on the star ring and the mirror mark remaining on A Li's body both burning hot.

He recalled the jade pendant with two fish on Ah Li's father's waist, and the smiling brides in the mirror coffin of the city lord's mansion. Suddenly, he understood what the high priest meant by "(Nuo Li Hao) is unreasonable".

"The Mirror Demon thought he could rule the Northern Desert forever with 'rationality,' but he forgot that human memories and emotions are the most powerful 'alienations.'" He said in a low voice, the mirror runes on the broken blade shining brightly. "Ali broke the narrative chain with her memories, and we will let this 'irrationality' spread throughout the entire desert!"

The golden light from Huaiqing's fingertip and the radiance of Li Qiye's star ring converged, forming a dazzling pillar of light.

Chapter 310 Eternal Chaos

The beam of light fell into the casting pool, instantly igniting the black liquid within. The Primordial Mirror itself emitted a dazzling light, and the chains bearing its runes snapped.

The sleeping skeletons let out a silent cry, and the narrative of the Mirror Demon began to tremble violently.

"No! You cannot destroy my narrative!" The Mirror Demon's voice was filled with terror. "Without me, the Northern Desert will be plunged into eternal chaos!"

“True chaos comes from being bound by a false ‘happiness’ for a thousand years.” Li Qiye swung his sword at the Primordial Mirror’s true form. The broken blade collided with the mirror’s surface, producing a deafening roar. “Ali taught us to rebel, and now, we will return the true starry sky to the Northern Desert!”

The Primordial Mirror shattered instantly, and countless fragments shot into the sky, transforming into a sky full of stars.

As the Mirror Demon's narrative receded like the tide, the sea of ​​sand surrounding the casting pool began to collapse, revealing the true northern land of Mo 953.

The group stood at the edge of the oasis, watching the distant desert gradually regain its vitality.

Su Yueli's vines suddenly trembled slightly, and a blood-red flower bloomed at the top of the vine, its petals reflecting Ali's smiling face.

“She did not disappear,” Huaiqing said softly, the golden light from his fingertips falling on the flower. “Her consciousness merged with the fragments of the Primordial Mirror and became part of the narrative of resistance.”

Li Qiye gazed at the starry sky, the mirror mark on the Broken Chapter Blade gradually fading, leaving only a faint scar.

The Mirror Demon may make a comeback, but as long as there are "outsiders" like Ali, the narrative of Mobei will always have the potential to be disrupted.

“Let’s go.” Zhong Yue patted Li Qiye on the shoulder, the copper bell swaying gently in the wind. “The next narrative hub is waiting for us to break through.”

The wind from the northern desert carried stardust across everyone's hair. Su Yueli's glass sword suddenly trembled violently, and the blood-red vines wrapped around the hilt sprouted new buds, outlining the shape of Ah Li's palm in the sand.

The empress's bloodline light patterns on Huaiqing's fingertips resonated with the new buds, and the sand grains automatically gathered into crystal water droplets, refracting seven layers of rainbow light on the leaves.

“The fragments of the Primordial Mirror in the casting pool are being reassembled.” Zhong Yue’s single eye gleamed with golden light, and the copper bell at the end of the chain suddenly unlocked the three mirror-script shackles. “My friends, the star map shows that the coordinates of the narrative hub are in Mirror Ruins, three thousand miles to the north—that was once the core area of ​​the Primordial Mirror workshop.”

Li Qiye stroked the newly emerged "妄" (wang, meaning delusional) engraving on the hilt of the Broken Chapter Blade, the blade reflecting the faint outline of the Bronze City amidst the distant sandstorm.

The "妄" (delusional) character engraved on the city wall resonated with the scar on his palm. A cool sensation spread along his veins, and he heard countless whispers: "...Break...the irrationality..."

“Every brick in the Mirror Ruins is a narrative node for the Mirror Demon.” Huaiqing unfastened the gilded pouch from his waist and poured out three jade slips engraved with the Empress’s emblem. “Activate the jade slips with my life essence; it can temporarily disrupt the resonance of the Mirror Script. But remember—”

Her gaze swept over the crowd. "If you see a scene that overlaps with your memory, immediately stab your own palm. The Mirror Demon will weave illusions using 'rationality'."

As Zhao Ling accepted the jade slip, the Demon-Suppressing Blade suddenly let out a mournful cry. In the image reflected on the blade, his deceased master was standing in front of the Mirror Ruins City gate, wearing the same double-fish jade pendant as A Li's father at his waist.

"Back then, Master said he was going to the northern desert to find medicine. So it turns out..." The young swordsman's Adam's apple bobbed as he traced the indentation of the words "Suppress Evil" on the hilt of his sword with his fingertips. "He was also a rebel?"