Chapter 22
As everything returned, it gave meaning to the natural ambiguity that began the monotony of duty, instability could be dismissed, identifying total success when the shards of crystal prioritized the agenda of flight.
Always moving, occasionally shifting positions with no less softness than the fabric of a Brush, thus created, concretely painting joy deep within the shallows, embedding undeniable delight while precision remained Ling Xu's priority.
The carved cracks were observed not merely as translations of supreme power, but also as the presence of the Almighty's authority in a past period that was impossible to avoid, negating Ling Xu's unwillingness to grant gifts freely.
The primary compensation was complete, empowered to be fulfilled as a prerequisite obligation.
Through this, too, the handover of promises had been impressively swallowed, nearly causing drool to spill, powerless to imagine the ease of cultivating in the future.
Even if the possession was merely a scribble, inscribed within a book as a gift of knowledge, the comparison was equally impressive, no longer defining a request for help when the safe path was laid bare.
Slight losses could not be avoided, simply rejecting the finest offer with the intention of raising the measure higher and higher, always woven together.
Clearly, as a subordinate who was always loyal, totality toward her Master needed no doubt, forever immersed while informing that the bond was one, a crafted tie between both parties.
It could not be broken, torn, or forcibly severed.
As long as the crystal bond was maintained, it allowed the gentle soul of the Enlightened Exile to remain shrouded, the woven ties arranged, strengthening the connection into an unmatched gait.
Unwilling to consider how strong or how rich the experience within was, for this moment the Crystal Consciousness chose to focus, striving to inquire about Ling Xu's condition just after she had risen, finding her dark vision burdened by imbalance as her steps faltered.
Besides defining the weight of opening both eyelids, the futility of forced opening was also carried, unintentionally leading to the body's sway as her health had not yet recovered.
Let alone being asked to dance, even standing was difficult, nearly as impossible as ordering ordinary people to leap over a mountain.
Roughly a few seconds passed, marking the time needed for Ling Xu to briefly recover, until the delivery of news became the answer: a vocal response from Huan Zheng to the glorious act, grounding words etched not merely as praise as the countdown was declared complete.
In an instant, the bathing in happiness was concluded, the side of the skull promptly shifted, questioning whether the man before her could still endure.
One second of turning, and the next brought the conclusion, observing that the skin around required only little, the time not too long to destroy.
Not merely bringing, but returning the soul from its last place of stepping, the stab of death also bound, accompanying the lineage of memories from the very beginning.
It deserved appreciation that the words of troublesome reluctance were cast aside, embedding unwillingness to help as far as future benefit was awaited.
Yet in the effort to demonstrate work quality, an intention to restore health was rejected, flatly denying the will while declaring that the act must not be represented.
Like it or not, willing or unwilling, it had to be heeded, prioritizing the saving of the vile wretch across as the main agenda.
No longer intending to resist her superior, the complete unity of 100 fragments was immediately broken, projecting two positions as separate groups, dividing Ling Xu's ownership into 51 while Huan Zheng received 49 fragments.
Alongside the process of handover being delivered, it was meant that the granting of 49 shards was not evaluated, assessing the word "looseness" to be filled with snapshots taken while playful spinning occurred.
Underlining the unique desire of each crystal in carrying out its dance, perfect circles were repeatedly formed, proposing fifty-one rotations before the lifted crystal manifested, beginning the bonding of one another as the agenda of consolidation.
'Is it finished? Completed without a single obstacle?
Could this be considered a dream?'
"Come here and obey. Equivalent compensation must exist, fulfilled according to the prevailing rules."
"Obedience!"
'To heed the ridiculous words of that beast just now, this isn't truly happening, is it? An impossibility even among the elders, is it not?!
'All too real? Not merely an ambiguous strike.
'Please refrain from speaking before I do, striving to convey that glory is indeed deserved, most worthy of being crowned as the hand was raised.
'Finally it has come, and it will always descend!
'Did I not say truth refuses to leave me?
'What else if not salvation?! Here I stand, loudly declaring I am no longer a stained person!
'Ahahahahaha…'
"Still unwilling to speak? Or trying to divert? Pretending to be forgetful is nothing more than declaring calamity, so reveal it quickly and stop prioritizing like an idiot.
"So hurry and show it, as per the agreement already established."
"D-don't be rash in anger, my sister.
"What I mean is congratulations, offering gratitude for the trust bestowed.
"Trying to focus on the main topic, then with this my expression of thanks…"
"Die there!!"
"You bastard, vile creature!!"
Though momentarily shaken, a tremendous blast was recently felt, swaying not toward benefit, a disturbance to the order of cycles, defining the continuity of the act that had circled recently and was consistently maintained.
Honestly admitted, deep within, Huan Zheng felt pessimistic, nothing more than nurturing skepticism that all would not simply be fine.
Yet in the midst of the ritual's enactment, little by little disbelief decreased, gradually dropping and beginning to set free as comfort took hold, adding a soothing sensation amid the continuation.
Despite the heavy torment in power, capable of tearing the voice so as not to plead again, the warmth of sipping a hot drink was hard to resist, underlining the emergence of feelings that unexpectedly took root, gradually proposing the word "relax" as the body's healing was validated in its wholeness.
It was not normal for Huan Zheng to accept, acknowledging the event now without any intention of criticism.
In a state of leisure, continually shrouded in comfort without knowing when it would end, disbelief was justified in arising, classifying questions upon questions to be woven, framing whether the realization of events truly aligned with what the senses felt.
And as the calming relief was savored, the second explosion was then declared, resounding with a blast even greater than the first.
Rather than intending harm, the mad cycle of recovery was arranged, restoring wounds to healing as one, so many significant changes were cultivated as foreign additions were applied into the body.
What else could it be but the shards of Ling Xu's Crystal Star.
And according to the initial agreement, the handover of forty-nine fragments was then spread out, separating into positions to secure their places, the dwelling spots of each shard.
It did not intend to disrupt the function of organs battling illness, considered so fantastical.
And amid the healing process reaching beyond one-sixth completion, it was justified that Ling Xu embraced laziness, proposing unwillingness to linger long in the wilderness of sensation, belittling the attraction just performed as the forced order was announced.
Spontaneously, the pale redness of Ling Xu's lips opened, projecting the movement of closing and opening to speak, roughly instructing the man across to stand immediately.
To be continued…