Chapter 2049 - 77: The Black Behind the Curtain of Fate (2)

From this point of view, after five years of refining the fire seed, Meng Xizhou’s strength should already be more formidable than the puppets controlled by the Deep Sea!

"Is this... the Red Lake?"

Gu Nanfeng looked at the lake before him, his eyes momentarily lost in a trance.

"This used to be the ’Sunrise Lake’, but now many people are willing to call it the ’Sunset Lake’."

Meng Xizhou stood by the lake with her hands behind her back, together with Gu Nanfeng.

The West Continent pressed all its strength upon the temple, while in the Southern Continent, a fierce battle ensued with the Transcendent army sent by the Source Tower... She herself, as the battle overseer, was present in person, and Light City lost the presence of the Divine Throne. Hence, the near-century-old scene of day replacing night naturally ceased to exist.

Initially, the followers of Light City took pride in it, many saying that the night sun gave them a second life.

But when the so-called night sun was truly gone one day,

They did not simply "die."

Humans are creatures with extraordinary adaptability; they can adjust to any environment.

They can kneel, or they can stand.

It depends on who occupies the Throne, whether they kneel or stand.

In the final speech at the refining fire seed ceremony, Meng Xizhou once told all the followers to never kneel again... From that day on, she began considering the abolition of the "New Sun" divine miracle.

Without a second sun, the Light Sect could still live well.

Because true light is not at the Skytop, but in one’s heart.

Today’s Red Lake, with its vast expanse, myriad wild winds howling and soaring, revealed the book tower at the lake’s center!

This book tower was not unfamiliar to Gu Nanfeng.

In the past, when he saved Meng Xizhou, he received a gift from the "Light God’s Seat" and went to the Forbidden Book Tower to glimpse at destiny.

It was precisely that glimpse,

That led him and Meng Xizhou to a perfect collaboration, successfully backstabbing the Deep Sea in the Old World.

"Logically speaking, one’s entries into the book tower... are limited."

Meng Xizhou said: "More accurately, the number of times one can gain insights from entering the book tower is limited."

"To glimpse destiny even once is already a huge stroke of luck."

"Those ’lucky ones’ who’ve seen future destinies, upon re-entering the book tower, will likely see nothing... The fates of all beings are not static, and the threads of cause and effect are constantly changing. In one’s life, many opportunities missed once will not come again."

Meng Xizhou said meaningfully: "But Bai Xiu... on his second entry into the Forbidden Book Tower, still gained insights."

Gu Nanfeng was stunned.

"He has already been in the book tower for half a month. I’ve never seen anyone comprehend for such a lengthy time."

Meng Xizhou sighed: "What a vast destiny it must be, allowing him to gaze for so long... I think what he saw is undoubtedly significant."

"So... the one you’re waiting for is Bai Xiu?"

Gu Nanfeng murmured.

Thus, it all made sense.

Little Xiuzi’s strength and realm had already surpassed the Five Continents; aside from Gu Xiaoman and a few core members of the Bai Family, he hardly cared about anyone else, which is why Bai Xiu has always been elusive over the years.

The high ranks of the Tri-Continent Alliance never knew his whereabouts.

During this half-month, Bai Xiu remained hidden, and Gu Nanfeng did not give it much thought, seeing Gu Xiaoman earnestly cultivating in seclusion at the Initial Dojo.

Turns out...

Bai Xiu entered the Forbidden Book Tower!

"I’m not waiting for Bai Xiu, but for humanity’s ’hope’ for victory."

Meng Xizhou said softly.

"Among the countless threads of destiny, I saw the image with the highest chance of success."

"From our earlier late-night discussion, I understood something. That is, you had already fully prepared; the East Continent can sound the horn for a full-blown attack any day... but if the Alliance’s ’trump cards’ are insufficient, I would die at the Source Tower, and those over three hundred Heavenly Sheath Weapons accumulated by the Gu Family over years would not play a decisive role."

Gu Nanfeng held his breath.

"You saw the image with the highest chance of success..."

Gu Nanfeng did not ask what that image looked like.

He knew that destiny is not to be divulged.

But he was very clear.

Meng Xizhou’s firm decision to wait for Bai Xiu definitely had her reasoning.

Clearly.

In her view, in the final battle with the Source Tower, Bai Xiu’s role was more important than those over three hundred Heavenly Sheath Weapons!

"I know the Alliance is now ready for a decisive battle. The East Continent can provide the formidable Heavenly Sheath Weapons, and the North Continent can provide a massive number of Source Energy Battle Ships. But ultimately, these are not the ’keys’ to our victory."

Meng Xizhou said gently: "To win, we must wait."

...

...

"Swish."

Mighty snow drifted across the Tundra.

A solitary shadow walked on the Tundra, leaving clear footprints on the Snowfield.

Lonely footprints, forming a long trail, with an unknown beginning.

And an unknown end.

Bai Xiu had already walked in solitude for a long, long time.

No matter how raging the snow, no matter how biting the wind, he never turned back.

"Sizzle."

Bai Xiu stood still, stepping onto the crisp snow.

He gazed at the boundless white before him, with no intention of stopping... this was the vision he saw when he entered the Forbidden Book Tower for the second time. In reality, the Goddess of Destiny did not favor him; entering here a second time, he saw nothing—a mere expanse of silver white.

This itself was a form of luck.

In a certain sense, an expanse of silver white was already a "subtle hint" from the veiled destiny.

Eager to find a glimmer of breakthrough hope, Bai Xiu did not leave there.

He did not wish to wander in confusion any longer.

Since he had arrived, he was determined to forcibly unveil destiny’s curtain to see what lay hidden in his fate.

Thus, he chose to press forward...

At the end of the silver white, there was still more silver white.

The wind and snow grew stronger.

The chill deeper.

Yet his strides grew faster, even more resolute.

Bai Xiu knew clearly that if this world truly had nothing, the wind and snow wouldn’t intensify. He continued toward the end of the silver white, finally seeing colors beyond white.

It was a faint hint of black.

That black silhouette emerged amid the silver-white world.

The Tundra’s heavy snow couldn’t conceal the eerie black outline; seen from afar, it resembled a tower, or perhaps a sword.

A slightly curved, yet almost sky-reaching black sword.

Bai Xiu was momentarily stunned; upon seeing that distant black shadow, he hastened his steps, then broke into a run.

This was the illusory conceptual world of the Forbidden Book Tower.

He had neither Thunder Realm Walker abilities nor any domain.

But he ran swiftly.

The snow abandoned behind, the silver snowfield, the lamenting wind sound—

All were left behind.

At that very moment Bai Xiu stopped.

The whole world turned silent; the wind was gone, the snow too, leaving only the utmost black and white. He discerned the shape of the sky-reaching shadow; it indeed resembled a sword.

Heavenly Sheath.

The curved Heavenly Sheath extended from the ground, casting a long shadow.

Bai Xiu stood right on this slender shadow.

Beside him stood another person on this shadow.

"Who are you..."

Bai Xiu finally realized his long-sought "turning point of destiny."

That crucial forbidden figure had a very slender form, appearing sickly, devoid of energy, standing alone beneath the shadow of the Heavenly Sheath, back facing Bai Xiu.

Yet his stance looked quite joyful.

The person alone, raising his head to admire this towering black sword. Perhaps because of standing in the shadow’s gloom or perhaps due to destiny’s hint being too obscure, his entire body was shrouded in shadows as dark as ink.

Bai Xiu’s voice echoed in the silver-white world.

Upon hearing the voice, the person slowly turned around.

The two pairs of eyes met in a world woven with black and white.