Time rolled back slightly.
Just as Bridge Princess and the others sat helplessly on the floor inside the “Black Box,” bidding one another their final farewells…
At the other fifteen sealing points of the Book-Sealing Hall, the people in charge and their assistants had all been pushed to the brink, nearly exhausted beyond recovery.
Shopping Center.
Stone Whisperer’s silver hair had become completely white, and his originally sturdy frame had shrunk by an entire size, leaving him little more than skin and bones.
Oilpot came over to report. “The situation is far from optimistic. Two accidents have already occurred, and repairs have been suspended. Several Grand Scholars have sent word that they need to reach a unified decision.”
Stone Whisperer had lost most of his flesh and blood, but the stone skin covering his body had grown even thicker. With extreme slowness, he raised his head. “A unified decision on what?”
“Whether to keep going.”
Stone Whisperer was silent for two seconds. “What do they think?”
“Several Mystics from the societies say that if the situation proves impossible, they may have no choice but to give up. We don’t know what the witches think.
“Among the Grand Scholars, President Yu cursed out everyone who wanted to stop.
“Rotten Wood hasn’t stated his position, but judging by his appearance, he has no intention of stopping.
“Logic Mortgagor has been grumbling nonstop, lamenting the expense of this operation and the cleanup afterward.
“Carpenter is furious too. He keeps saying things like, ‘That cup of tea I owed back then turned out to be so expensive.’ We don’t understand what he means.”
After hearing everyone’s position, Stone Whisperer muttered, “That idiot Carpenter only realizes now how expensive it was? Did he really think Chunhua’s tea was so easy to drink? Even someone as shrewd as Luo Lang never managed to get the better of him.”
He then looked toward Oilpot. “Why are you the one reporting to me?”
Oilpot shook his head. “I don’t know. I was doing fine at the point overseen by Book Chaser. Mr. Kong told me to come here. He seemed to know that you and I were acquainted.”
“What did he send you here to do?”
“Nothing. He just wanted me to look over your condition and report back honestly after I returned.”
“You don’t need to look anymore. Go back, and deliver a message for me.”
“What message?”
“Tell him: ‘This student is ashamed, and grateful for Teacher Kong’s care all these years.’”
“Teacher?”
“That’s none of your concern. Just deliver the words exactly.”
Stone Whisperer’s eyes were filled with complicated emotions. This was the first time he had called someone his teacher—and it would be the last. He could converse with stones and was responsible for overseeing the safety of the entire city. After all these years, how could he have failed to notice anything at all?
Before leaving, Oilpot asked, “Lord Stone Whisperer, I still have to report back to the other Grand Scholars. What is your position on the seal?”
“Once the bow is drawn, there is no turning back. We will not stop until the very end.”
“Forgive me for saying this, Lord Stone Whisperer, but you Grand Scholars are the strongest humans alive. If all of you fall tonight, then no matter what happens to the seal, this city may have a new Witch City Lord tomorrow.” Oilpot knew very well that Stone Whisperer was the most uncompromisingly anti-witch of them all.
Stone Whisperer had already closed his eyes and resumed channeling power into the seal.
Seeing that he would no longer reply, Oilpot turned and left. Just as he was about to leave the rooftop, Stone Whisperer’s voice came from behind him.
“This is a city shared by humans and witches.”
Before long, the Scholars’ Council issued a public statement: the six Grand Scholars had reached a unanimous decision. Regardless of the cost, they would continue repairing the seal.
History seemed to be repeating itself. In the face of an impossible crisis, now and more than three thousand years ago, the same sixteen points, each guarded by a human or witch, had all reached the same conclusion. Not a single one had voluntarily withdrawn.
Despair had engulfed not only the humans and witches.
The books surrounding the seal watched as the Eternal Moon in the sky slowly began to fade, and their own hopes shattered bit by bit.
There were only a few minutes left before dawn.
Several books gathered around Withering Poems and The Book of Tear Stains.
“Withering Poems, The Book of Tear Stains, we’ve waited for more than three thousand years, and now that the day has finally come, it seems that the promise was nothing more than a beautiful hope—a castle in the air, a reflection of flowers in a mirror, the moon reflected in water. In the end, it was never meant to come true.”
The Book of Tear Stains’ little wings drooped weakly. “How could this happen? We clearly agreed on it back then.”
Withering Poems, however, remained remarkably composed. “Wait a little longer. We’ve waited for thousands of years. What difference will a little more time make?”
That was what it said, but the other books had already given up hope.
Withering Poems was the only book that had not yet despaired. It was not because it had an especially strong mentality, but because not long ago, when it had still been sealed beneath the City Library, it had seen that “person.” Though at the time, he seemed not to remember it.
“Who’s badmouthing me?” Chen Miemie’s voice rang out.
He had just returned from Year 120 of the Seventh Era and hurried out of the shop once more.
“Wow! It’s the Yellow Light Person!” countless books cheered.
“Haha, it’s wonderful to see you all again. My name is The King in Yellow. From now on, you can call me President Yellow Garb. Got it?”
“Got it, President Yellow Garb!”
A vast chorus answered from below.
Chen Miemie flew into the sky and raised one hand high toward the moon.
A beam of moonlight, thick as a giant pillar, connected the moon to his hand. From beneath his feet, hundreds of slender yellow lines scattered outward.
The other ends of the lines connected to the 896 book anomalies throughout the city.
A grand voice rang out over the entire Book-Sealing Hall.
“Everyone, thank you for waiting. I am The King in Yellow, walking in place of the Eternal Moon. Are you willing to follow me?”
The Book of Tear Stains was so happy that tears spilled from it. It was the first to leap up. “I am! I’m willing!”
Withering Poems wrapped the light around its little wings. “It is my honor.”
Throughout the city, countless books hurried to hang themselves upon the yellow lines. Countless voices crying “We’re willing!” echoed across the streets.
The scholars, witches, and Mystics all stopped repairing the seal.
The King in Yellow’s voice had resounded throughout the city. Naturally, they understood what had happened.
The seal no longer had any meaning.
Stone Whisperer looked at the figure high in the sky and stopped what he was doing. “So this Shopkeeper’s true codename is The King in Yellow? That’s good. That’s good…”
After releasing the Eternal Moon’s Contract Threads, Chen Miemie did not wait where he was. He had already locked onto the place where Bridge Princess and the others were being held. With a single flash, he arrived before a mailbox.
He gently snapped the small lock on the mailbox, then pulled open its belly.
The darkness receded, and Bridge Princess and everyone from the two societies returned from the mailbox world to reality.
Having survived the disaster, some cried tears of joy, some stood there blankly, and others were still unable to believe what had happened.
The timing was perfect.
At exactly six o’clock, the Eternal Moon Night came to an end.
Before opening the mailbox, Chen Miemie had already exited The King in Yellow state and returned to his normal form, with a pair of moonlight wings growing from his back.
Bridge Princess’s curiosity exploded. She circled him three full times.
“Chen Miemie, how did you find us? I didn’t even fill in our address!”
Chen Miemie smiled brightly. “You really are a fool blessed by luck. You can’t just stick a Rainbow-Light Stamp anywhere.”
“What? Where did I send it?”
“To the Grand Library 3,663 years ago. Fortunately, I happened to be there on a business trip. Otherwise, you would’ve been finished.”
“You’re lying! How could a letter travel three thousand years into the past? That’s impossible! And how could you possibly come back from then? Could you even have sent me a reply from over there?”
“We can’t write back.”
“Hmph, I knew it. Even storybooks wouldn’t dare make up something like that. But Chen Miemie, thank you for saving us. I know finding us was practically impossible.” Bridge Princess gave a solemn bow.
Taking advantage of her bow, Chen Miemie launched a surprise head-pat attack:
“It was practically impossible, yes. But when letters can’t arrive and time can’t reach us, moonlight can.”
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
