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The Pond that Absorbed Me

I wish this story had more readers, cuz the ML is hilariously self- devastating jerk on a survival mission with gorgeous company he doesn’t care about. They shared constellations earlier, but now light-years separated their ‘whispered’ wishes… *** In a moment of unforeseen Fate, a young man reaches into the icy waters, but with a sudden, forceful pull, he is drawn into its depths. Now shrouded in the Darkness he endures his imprisonment there. “Reconnecting with an old friend is like finding a lost jade—if only it were worth the trouble.” Xiǎo Fù, The Servant. *** Meanwhile, in the secluded monastery the Great Master’s rage ignites when his servant vanishes. Four days of torment, anger, and longing leave every monk wishing for their own end… until an unexpected visitor comes. “Your Stupidity is the Yin to Wisdom’s Yang. Keeps the balance, you know.” Xījiǎo Yùshén, The Water Master. *** At this very time, the Prince suffers distress by the grief of loss, spending his days in drunken mourning in order to dull the pain. He doesn't have any desire to cling to life anymore, but being immortal, he cannot just die. “Eternity? Like waiting for a thousand cherry blossoms to bloom—one by one.” Mùnchén, The Second Prince. *** Forbidden practices, Heavenly secrets, Fate’s defiance and the Realms on the brink of War. As well as Curse, Scheming, Sacrifice and Punishment that turns God into Wandering Spirit, and Spirit into only Heavenly Heir. Sarcasm on the edge of torture, both evoke the bittersweet ache of missed encounters and unfulfilled destinies. *** THE LEGEND In a world where Realms are connected, there's an old tale—a Legend that whispers of Balance and hidden Powers. According to this lore, all Realms share a common origin, and their Fates are intertwined. Realms are destined to coexist as one. Here, no hierarchy prevails—no masters, no slaves. Instead, Realms harmonize, their existence interwoven threads. Should the Balance falter, Chaos looms, and the Abyss threatens to swallow everything. Yet, when the Abyss fully absorbs the Realms, the Celestial Source establishes a new Cycle of Life, and brings new Realms to coexist. But even if the Abyss is undeniable, a hope remains, for within the same Source that birthed the Abyss lies an indomitable Force—a Guardian, the One, born to confront, combat, and seal it. Thus, the current Realms gain their chance at survival. *** PS This story was planned long ago, but life is life, so I only decided to share it within online community now. That’s why your support means a world to me >> give me, pls, at least the smallest sign that my work is not in vain so I can happily proceed writing. I’m grateful for your like, comment or review. I appreciate every reader who spends their time following my characters’ journey throughout the chapters and helping me develop their best and worst traits, as well as torture, challenges, punishments and adventures. Thx in advance! *** All intellectual property rights of this novel are owned by the author (uttophian).

Uttophian · Eastern

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INSINUATION.

"You will have to wait here; the Emperor is busy," declared the eunuch, vanishing instantly.

The monk and his servant-like companion stood at the gate, flanked by four guards. Evening approached, yet the heat persisted. The old man, worn down by the days of search with no sleep, and the heavenly guests that couldn't stop coming, barely kept his feet steady.

The servant-like one, less patient, shifted restlessly, glaring at the guards.

"Perhaps we should seek shade?" He suggested, edging toward the wall. But the guard moved in tandem, blocking his way.

"Thanks to this scoundrel," the servant-like one grumbled, "we haven't even begun our conversation. Now I'm roasting in this inferno because of him. Why did he, by the Fate's Luck, choose that very moment to summon you?"

The monk's gaze remained fixed on the gate.

"Why did you even drag me here?" the servant-like one persisted. "I don't belong to the monastery. Why involve me?"

"But you do belong to the Prince," the old man finally replied cryptically when the opening gates interrupted their exchange.

"Monk Feng Bo, come in for an audience," beckoned the familiar eunuch.

The monk turned to the servant-like one, whose path was blocked by guards. "He's with me," he muttered, following the eunuch inside.

The gates creaked again, sealing all exits.

"Your Majesty, the monk has arrived," the eunuch announced, leading them toward the Palace of Heavenly Purity. Its inscription read: "Without the people, there is no country!" The servant-like one scoffed at the noticed words.

"Keep your thoughts to yourself," the eunuch advised him. "Answer only when asked, and don't look up."

"And don't breathe," the servant-like one added sarcastically.

The eunuch remained unfazed. "Your breathing is the Emperor's will as well."

The monk, silent until now, muttered, "How I wish he could end it here and now, but, I'm afraid it's impossible even for the Emperor!"

The eunuch stared bewildered, but opened the chamber doors with no further comments. Inside, they found a young man seated on golden and red cushions, disheveled hair obscuring his face. When he raised his hand showing a sign to wait, everyone froze.

Finally, after a short pause, the Emperor looked up.

Both guests exclaimed in unison: "Ling Xuan?!"

The next very moment, they exchanged glances, finally acknowledging their mutual shared connection to the Heavenly Kingdom, and returned their gaze back to the young man in front of them.

The Emperor's question followed: "Why are there two of them? I asked for just one."

The eunuch moved to drag the unwelcome one away, but the monk intervened catching the servant's hand.

"What are you doing, foolish monk?" The next moment eunuch struck the old man, who retaliated, hurling the eunuch against the wall. Guards burst in, but a sudden gust of wind swept all of them together with eunuch away. The doors slammed shut.

The old monk glared at the Emperor with a slight grin and shook his head. "The embrace of an old friend is like the embrace of the sun—blinding and occasionally painful."

A laugher came from his back, and his servant's hand reached the monk's shoulder in an approving slap.

"Ask your question and release me. I'm too old for all this mortal ceremonial shit."

"So, you, insolent rabble, dare to insinuate that we share any acquaintance?"

The laughter immediately stopped. The monk and the servant exchanged glances for the second time.

Thx for reading.

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