The grand auditorium of the Northern Palace, Tianting, was bathed in the glow of flickering lanterns, casting long shadows as everyone waited, breath held, for the arrival of the Jade Emperor. Anticipation filled the air like a charged storm, and the gathered immortals exchanged glances, whispering in hushed tones.
The massive doors creaked open, and Immortal Lord Yellow, Zheng Lian, stepped inside, radiating a calm authority that commanded instant silence. He took a moment, letting his gaze settle over the assembly before speaking.
“The Jade Emperor cannot join us,” he announced, his voice carrying a subtle edge. “He is dealing with a matter of utmost importance. I ask you all to join me in the Western Huang Lianhua Palace—the Yellow Lotus Palace—to await further news.”
He turned to Immortal Lord Bing Yuhan, nodding with gravity. “Escort the Yiling Patriarch to the Eastern Xue Yinghua Palace—the Blood Cherry Blossom Palace.”
Wangji began to step forward, his lips parting as though he had something to say, but his words were cut short. A group of guards burst into the hall, their expressions tight with fear.
“Immortal Lord Zheng Lian!” one of them called out, barely containing his alarm. “The Jade Emperor—he’s been injured! He was trying to seal the sword, but something… something went wrong. We need help!”
Zheng Lian’s eyes hardened. “Go to the Western Huang Lianhua Palace,” he ordered a nearby servant, his tone unyielding. “Bring the Divine Physician, Shen Yixian, to the Forbidden Mirror Lake—immediately!”
The assembly, their faces painted with shock, followed Zheng Lian as he moved swiftly toward the lake, the air thick with urgency. As they reached the Forbidden Mirror Lake, more guards awaited, their faces pale.
“The Emperor was resealing the sword,” one guard explained, voice trembling. “But the sword’s dark energy surged up, overtaking him. He managed to seal it, but… he was hurt. He fell into the lake… and we cannot enter. It is forbidden.”
Zheng Lian’s face was unreadable, but his eyes flashed with a fierce determination. “Then I will go myself.” With a swift motion, he activated the Seven Divine Spirit Formation, summoning layers of radiant energy to encase the lake. But as he opened the formation, the air filled with a blood-chilling wail, and spirits poured out from the lake’s depths, swirling like a storm. Without hesitation, Zheng Lian entered, sealing the formation behind him.
Meanwhile, Wei Ying felt an unexplainable pull, his gaze fixed on the lake as if drawn by an invisible force. His own reflection stared back at him, eyes darkening, shadows gathering around him. Faint, ghostly whispers seeped into his mind, soft yet sinister.
“Only you can do this… Only you hold the power… Only you can tame the darkness…”
Wei Ying’s body seemed to move of its own accord, his steps slow and unsteady, his eyes glazed. Wangji, sensing something was wrong, took a step toward him, his heart pounding. But he was too late. A black smoke coiled around Wei Ying, and before anyone could react, his feet lifted off the ground, his body hovering in a trance. The crowd watched in stunned silence as the dark aura thickened, wrapping around him like a shroud.
“Wei Ying!” Wangji shouted, his voice breaking through the silence, echoing across the lake.
But Wei Ying was beyond reach, his gaze unfocused, his mind lost to the shadows. He drifted forward, the black smoke encircling him, drawing him closer to the lake’s depths until, with a sudden plunge, he fell into the water, disappearing beneath its surface.
Underwater, Wei Ying’s eyes remained wide open, lost in visions of his past. Scenes flashed before him with painful clarity—the night he fell from Nevernight Hill, the darkness closing in around him. His head pounded, and a cry escaped his lips, muffled and swallowed by the water.
Above, Wangji’s heart clenched painfully. He couldn’t stand it—couldn’t bear to hear Wei Ying’s scream, to see him suffer. In an instant, he readied himself to dive in, his heart ready to abandon everything for him. But just then, the lake stirred, and Immortal Lord Zheng Lian emerged, carrying both Wei Ying and the wounded Jade Emperor.
Wangji rushed forward, his eyes wild, his hands shaking as he took Wei Ying into his arms. Gently, he cradled him, laying him across his lap, his face inches away as he whispered with a voice thick with emotion.
“Please, Wei Ying,” he pleaded, his voice cracking. “Please… wake up. I can’t bear to see you like this.”
The world around him faded. He cared nothing for the others gathered there, nothing for the eyes watching him. All that mattered was the still figure in his arms. Tears blurred his vision as he pulled Wei Ying close, holding him as though he could bring him back by sheer force of will.
“Come back to me,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Don’t leave me… please, wake up.”
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