With each successive tremor, the sealed realm grew increasingly chaotic and murky. Above the heavens, the pristine white was corroded by darkness, leaving countless grotesque black voids in its wake.
"How the hell do I use this...?"
"How do I use it...?"
Seeing the mountainous form of the Bountiful Mother tremble once more, Luo Wei could no longer afford hesitation. Recalling how effortlessly he had navigated his way here, he raised his hands toward the sky—toward those irregular black blotches that looked as though they had been gnawed away by swarms of insects.
"Damn it! Patch it up!"
To any onlooker, his actions would have seemed absurdly comical. Luo Wei tugged at the distant sky as if pulling a curtain.
Yet, against all odds, a miracle occurred.
One of the dark, eroded voids was instantly mended, the blackness vanishing in an instant.
"No way... It actually worked?" Luo Wei was stunned.
This primordial power seemed to respond to sheer will—just like when he had crossed the steps outside, where the mere conviction of "There must be a path!" had made one appear, as though the world itself bent to his command.
Truly, this was the essence of magic, the very source of "miraculous power." This was real magic.
And so, Luo Wei set about repairing the heavens, patching up the gaps in a bizarre, almost surreal manner.
"The Seal of the Abyss must have been constructed using this very power," Luo Wei mused as he worked. "But it’s been too long—it needs replenishing. I might look like a seamstress right now, but what I’m really doing is recharging it."
Once the world had been restored to its pure, unblemished state, the tremors in the Seal of the Abyss ceased. Luo Wei exhaled in relief.
He turned his gaze toward Eleya’s battlefield.
And in that instant, his heart nearly stopped.
Eleya stood right before him, her eyes fixed on him with an unsettling intensity.
Was it really her?
Or was it Eltuga?
Luo Wei’s pulse pounded like a drum. At this distance, if it were Eltuga, killing him would be effortless...
"You... who are you?" Luo Wei ventured cautiously.
"That power you just wielded... was that the Primordial Force?"
Luo Wei frowned. That tone—it didn’t sound like Eleya.
He immediately stepped back, wary.
"I couldn’t have mistaken it. That was the Primordial Force." Eltuga scrutinized Luo Wei with narrowed eyes. "For a human from the outside world to possess such strength... No, that can’t be. You’re just a mere black-robed mage..."
Luo Wei met her gaze coldly, a sense of foreboding creeping over him.
"Where’s Eleya?"
"Her consciousness has already dissipated," Eltuga replied indifferently. "Just moments ago."
Luo Wei drew a sharp breath, a wave of helplessness crashing over him.
What did it matter if he’d fixed the gaps? Eleya was already gone...
She was dead.
Time to reload.
Watching the desolate expression on the young man’s face, Eltuga smirked. "So, you cared for Eleya. How amusing—a human so bound by sentiment could still master the Primordial Force."
Luo Wei had no interest in engaging with her. He turned his hollow gaze toward the pristine sky.
"You don’t fear death?"
Luo Wei waved a hand dismissively. "Just kill me already. Don’t waste my time—I’m in a hurry."
"Strange creature..." Eltuga’s brow twitched.
Just as she raised her hand—
And Luo Wei braced himself for the end—
Eleya’s ragged, desperate voice cut through the air.
"Luo Wei! Now! Seal her!!"
Luo Wei jolted, his face lighting up with wild exhilaration.
She wasn’t gone! She was still here!!
In that split second, Luo Wei understood Eleya’s plan.
Just as their worlds had overlapped, the two consciousnesses had fought for control of the same body—their data merging in the struggle.
Eltuga could never be corrupted. From the moment Luo Wei had met her, her corruption level had always been zero.
"Seal what?" Eltuga’s expression twisted in confusion.
A flicker of danger flashed in her eyes, and she moved to strike—
But Luo Wei’s [Sealing Voucher] had already been activated.
[Sealing Voucher]
[Outside the Sealed Realm, this voucher extends the authority of the Seal. Upon selecting a target and meeting the conditions, immediate sealing is possible.]
"You—?!" Eltuga’s eyes widened as an unimaginable force surged through her, seizing control of her entire being.
Luo Wei took a step back.
"What—what is this?!" Eltuga’s voice trembled with disbelief. Even the Bountiful Mother had never exerted such pressure on her!
Luo Wei retreated another step.
Normally, sealing was instantaneous if the conditions were met.
But Eleya and Eltuga’s case was... unique.
"Hahaha! How does it feel, Eltuga?!" Eleya’s voice rang out, laced with uncharacteristic glee.
Her tone then shifted into a furious snarl.
"Damn you! What are you scheming, Eleya?! What have you done?!"
"So now you deign to call me by name?" Eleya sneered. "Finally acknowledging this insignificant, worthless fragment?"
"You deceived me? You were waiting for this moment?"
"Of course. How else could we deal with a problem like you?"
"Do you even realize what you’re doing? Without me, countless ancient seals will weaken! Can you bear the weight of the world’s destruction?"
"I know exactly what I’m doing," Luo Wei interjected coldly, his gaze locked onto Eltuga. "You saw the Primordial Force, didn’t you? Your old job? It’s mine now. The world doesn’t need you anymore."
"What?"
"Nothing." Luo Wei’s voice dripped with scorn. "I don’t want to talk to you. Eleya? Are you still there?"
"I am."
"Good." Luo Wei’s expression turned solemn. "Earlier, you saw me repairing the Seal—"
"But there are many more places like this. Our world is riddled with gaps, eroded by corruption. I need your help."
"So... don’t give up."
His words were a silent plea—a call to arms in the battle of wills.
"I won’t." Eleya’s smile was gentle.
"Don’t you dare!!" Eltuga roared.
Luo Wei watched, tense, as the final struggle between the two consciousnesses unfolded.
Never had a sealing taken so long.
He closed his eyes, praying silently—praying that when the sealing was complete, the one standing before him would be Eleya.
It had to be Eleya...

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