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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 · 東方
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32 Chs

A SURPRISE VISIT.

The Great Master sat by the cursed pond, legs submerged, lost in contemplation. His unwavering focus still remained on the hair ribbon encircling his wrist. Most of the monks, weary from pulling the plants out and carrying water in futile attempts to dry the pond, now slumbered in bushes or on the porch.

"Pointless,everything is just pointless…" sighed the Master and collapsed into the water.

Buckets down, few monks still on duty rushed to rescue him. Grabbing by the shoulders, they managed to catch him and then carefully dragged him back into his room. But what really bothered the monks was the Master's vacant gaze.

"What now?" one asked. "First anger, now detachment from reality. If I'd known this scoundrel would cause such turmoil, I'd have cared for him a lot better."

The second silently nodded, acnokedging the same while changing the Master's clothes.

"And the crowd at the gate? They have been waiting for Him for four days already… They clamor for the Master's attention."

"Let them wait and do not pay attention to their complain," the second monk replied this time. "Like they deserve him anyway..."

Anxiety hung heavy.

"What if someone from the Palace arrives? They've already sent the letter…" the first monk fretted. "And if they discover this…" He gestured to the lifeless Master.

"We all will share his Fate, perhaps in pieces... or hanging on the gates," was the only answer from his companion that enveloped both men in sorrow. They left the chamber in silence.

Alone, the Master lay motionless, lost in thought, not even breathing, when a sudden blow to his chest elicited ragged coughs.

"Suffer alone?" A voice intruded.

Anger immediately surged in the Master's body, and he rallied, casting aside his lethargy.

"Wish dearth right now?"

He faced the speaker. But then the same moment he stood as if forgetting his grief, and bowing low.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor," he murmured, eyes fixed on the floor. "Your humble servant, Master of the Wind, greets you."

"Rise, for this is no Heavenly Palace, and I am no Emperor here," the voice chided.

But the Master held his ground. "You remain my Emperor, my life and death yours alone."

"An unexpected confession considering everything that happened earlier" the Emperor chuckled. "Your punishment and mortal life taught you well."

"I was young and naive, inexperienced and stupid, Your Majesty, and by punishing me, You showed me the way to realize my mistakes."

"Kneel no more," the Emperor advised. "At your age, self-care matters."

The Master resisted. Yet, compelled, he stood.

"Better," the Emperor approved.

But anxiety gnawed at the Master. Seeing the Emperor in mortal world was quite a bad sign.

"Are you just going to stand there or, perhaps, you could offer me some tea?" the Emperor prompted.

*Thx for reading.