Lin Yue resumed training the next day, trying desperately not to think about prophecies, emperors, or cosmic collapse.
She lifted her hand.
Tried to summon one Lunar Thread.
A sensible amount.
A safe amount.
Instead—
Dozens of threads flared into existence.
Then more.
Then they braided together like a living serpent of moonlight.
Xuan Mo crossed the chamber instantly, eyes wide.
"Stop."
"I CAN'T—"
"Stop now—!"
The threads fused into a core of pulsing, chaotic qi.
Her body convulsed.
Xuan Mo grabbed her——too late.
Her soul split.
No pain.No noise.Just a terrifying expansion.
The threads burst into—
Color.
Silver shot with violet.
Not one color.
Two.
Xuan Mo staggered.Actually staggered.
"This is— impossible," he whispered.
Lin Yue gasped, "What— what does that mean—?"
"No mortal can manifest dual lunar resonance," he said, voice shaking for the first time. "Only ancient celestial beings… but even they died attempting this."
Her heart dropped. "So I'm dying—?"
"No."
He stepped forward, gripping her shoulders.
"You are too strong to die."
Then he murmured a line she wasn't meant to hear:
"…and too important to lose."
Her pulse fluttered.
The threads sank back into her body, leaving her trembling.
"What… what am I?" she whispered.
Xuan Mo touched her cheek lightly.
"Mine," he said again. "But beyond that… something new."