Fate Weaver!

"This thing held off until he was at the death's gate to merge with him?" the Ice Immortal/Goddess asked in stupefaction. 

She didn't comprehend what precisely the treasure was, and she just figured out it was one of the Seven Nirvana treasures. Not much is known about these seven treasures, but the mighty Sovereign Immortals knew their auras.

Nobody knew what they were; even their holders had never revealed what they were or what they could achieve if used in a property way.

So, almost everyone was oblivious to anything related to these Seven treasures.

She touched his forehead and sent her divine energy into him, and his wounds started healing instantly. That little energy she used was so cold, able to turn the whole forest into an ice forest if she didn't keep it at bay.

The youth hadn't given out, as the pendant took most of the sword stab. If he hadn't passed out from so many punches, he would have been seeing everything that transpired after. 

Even after the Goddess cured him, he did not respond, but he was stable. She sat down and put his head on her thighs. She started stroking his soft white hair gently with tenderness.

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The boy had a beautiful and handsome face so much that he could enchant any woman who glanced at him. His long nose was thin and slightly pointed, and his crescent blows above his eyes, which were dark golden like the Goddess'.

His face alone would call for more than one glance, forcing you to look more.

His long white hair stretched out to his lower back and appeared so soft even if you glanced at him from afar, and a thin body, so skinny that one would be convinced strong wind could blow him away.

He was tall despite his thin body; few men could match his height. Standing in a white room, he looked at himself before touching his face, and it was as perfect as he recalled.

"So, it turns out our bodies become perfect when we're in heaven no matter how disfigured it gets before you die," he said to himself in amazement, not concerned by the fact that he's dead!

That thought, rather than saddening him, comforted him. At least he wouldn't be bullied after death.

Peace, the peace he had yearned for, had come at last.

(And who told you bodies can move into heaven? At least it would have been best if you had said soul, not bodies, stupid) Suddenly came a voice that resonated in the whole room.

"Eh?" he leaped back immediately in surprise, falling on his ass, startled by the sudden voice.

"Show yourself immediately," he roared at nothing, particularly since he couldn't even see who spoke.

(I am not convinced if that's the same attitude you would have had if you were in heaven, huhuhuhu) The voice chortled. It was a pretty demanding task to guess its gender.

"Eh? But it is not heaven, so there's no reason why I should be intimidated," he said.

(Boy, you should be. Anyway, I am done wasting time here. See this) After its words, The young man saw the scene after he passed out until the boys ran away.

"Why are you showing me this? I don't have anything to grieve or relinquish. I am even glad I died," he said and sat down. He was relaxing his hands on his knees.

(Watch closely at your chest, you fool) it shouted at him. He was coerced to do as told, and he finally saw it. 

The sword had punctured into that old pendant his adoptive grandmother gave him before she passed on. The green ruby became a golden substance and penetrated his body through the small wound created by the sword mixing with his body.

Since he had turned his eyes away the first time, he hadn't seen the icy golden pillar that pierced through the skies, but now he saw it.

The screen vanished after he reached there.

(You got lucky and became the first holder of the Fate Weaver Eyes! One of the Seven Nirvana treasures!) the voice declared before he even said anything.

One could feel how highly it holds the treasure from its tone alone.

He didn't need to question to know he was still alive, but only his soul might have been forced to this unusual white place.

"Wow...? Is that what you reckoned I would say? I don't even know what treasures you're talking about, let alone all of them. Anyway, I don't see why you used that tone when mentioning the treasure because I don't care!" he spoke disinterestedly.

(....) It was momentarily speechless, as if it did not know what to say.

"What, cat got your tongue?" he asked.

(As I foresaw, you're so ignorant. This is a Nirvana treasure we're talking about; any sane person should be leaping in excitement at its mention.) The voice seemed to take his unruly attitude lightly.

"As you have noticed, I am as ignorant as you said. Anyway, I don't care; I'm just tired of living," he said, indifferent to the thing.

(Wait, boy, I have seen your past, and I don't blame you, but this treasure can transform your life!) it shouted at him.

"Seen my past, how so?" it caught his attention even more; even the Sovereign Immortals couldn't do this.

Although he didn't know so much about cultivation, he wasn't entirely ignorant, and he had never heard of anyone having such an overpowered ability, even among Sovereign Immortals, who were, in a sense, the most powerful existences.

(It is one of the powers of the Fate Weaver eyes; additional abilities can even turn your life from a peasant into a royal instantly) it said, grazing directly on the truth.

"And you expect me to be convinced by you, laughable!" he asked in disdain.

The voice turned quiet again, and It had never seen someone like this boy; everything that had to do with living again would immediately spin his mood down. 

Even a treasure with abilities to look into the past did not interest him. It didn't have anything else to do but that.

He will make a good host of the treasure, and he wasn't blinded by worldly greed!

(What about this)At its remarks, another screen materialized, and in it, he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen sitting down. On her thighs rested the head of an attractive young youth, stroking his hair gently; it was him.

"Mommy?" he asked in surprise. The word came out of his mouth on its own.

He immediately went closer to the screen and looked closer.

"Mommy?" he spoke out again. The sound of his voice was incredulity; he hoped he was dreaming!

The voice chortled, but he was too immersed in the woman to hear it.

(Are you sure you want to leave the wo-) Just as it started talking, he turned and looked at it.

His eyes lit up with a dark golden color unknowingly, "SHUT THE F*UCK UP," he said heavily, but his voice was not loud.

The voice immediately quieted down; he, on the other hand, was looking at the screen with tears streaming from his eyes the more he looked at the woman.

"Tell me more about it and be done with this immediately," he changed his mind immediately after he saw the woman.

(Okay, just as its name suggests, the Fate Weaver's eyes can look into, change, and twist the fate of anything as its paramount ability, but that's not all...) The voice jumped on the matter immediately without any delay. 

What if he refused once more?

The return? Or, The Birth of a Fate Weaver? Only time will tell with the whole Universe as a witness!