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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 · Ost
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32 Chs

HOPELESSNESS.

"Shangxian, why did you stay with me? And here, in the Demon Kingdom, no less?" The question hung in the air, addressed to an unseen audience. "You knew how dwelling in the Darkness would corrode me over time," her voice carried sadness, melancholy, and perhaps even a hint of pity and resentment.

The wine she had consumed remained ineffective, its promise of oblivion unfulfilled. She lay at the pier's edge, her porcelain fingers tracing her reflection in the water. As they dipped into the liquid, they seemed to dissolve, becoming nearly imperceptible.

The only melody that broke the silence emanated from a nearby zither. When it ceased, she would command, "Play 'Parting at Dawn' again…" and the notes would weave their melancholic magic once more. This ritual continued until, at some point, she commanded no more. Exhausted, she finally surrendered to sleep, and the zither fell silent too.

The young man, observing from the shadows, approached her still form. Her chest remained motionless—no sighs, no breaths. He sat beside her, brushing disheveled hair from her face. His touch revealed swollen eyelids and traces of past tears. Her hand still dipped into the water, her dress billowing in the breeze.

"I stayed because there is no one else to sooth your pain, let alone cure you... If only I had my pipa back...» he murmured, gently lifting her head and cradling it in his shoulder. With care, he removed his outer garment, covering her sleeping body beside his. But her white hair escaped from its confines, fluttering in the breeze. The young man caught it, pressing it against his palm, soothing her sleep.

The moon hung high, partially obscured by clouds that every fleeting moment enveloped the pier in darkness almost hiding the shadowed figures there. Nearby, the King watched, his anger palpable. A lower servant was the one with the shoulder her head leaned over.

"Why don't you approach her?" a voice asked him. The King's response—a deep sigh—betrayed his inner turmoil.

"All this time, you've watched her," the voice continued. "Yet, she remains unaware of your daily vigil."

"Will my presence ease her pain?" the King wondered aloud. "Can my joy of seeing her compare to the solace of his music?" Hopelessness and despair echoed in his voice.

"Forgive me, Your Majesty," the voice replied. "I cannot bear witness to Your suffering."

"And can you bear witness to hers?" the King challenged his companion. "Because, I can't! And that is the only reason why he's there with her now instead of me!"

*Thx for reading.