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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 · Oriental
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32 Chs

THE MOURNING.

The golden dagger sliced through the paper, reducing the portrait to tattered pieces. Yet its relentless blows persisted.

"How do you sleep, bastard, when I no longer haunt your dreams?"

The palace walls trembled, and servants cowered behind columns, avoiding notice.

"Fear not, death won't part us! Shatter your illusions; I grasp what I desire."

Finally, the portrait lay in ruins, the dagger discarded.

"Wine!"

The Prince's voice echoed, though it seemed he spoke to himself. Soon, a dozen servants entered, eyes downcast, each bearing a massive jug—the requested wine. The Prince seized the nearest one, draining it in one gulp. But instead of imbibing the second, he poured memories over the portrait's remnants.

"You taught me sacrifice," he whispered. "Something good for something even better. So why did it have to be you?"

The jug flew to the corner, and he sank to his knees, tears staining his face. The servants dared not disturb him, fearing the same fate as the portrait.

In this desolate state, the Advisor found him.

"Your Highness," he ventured. "You should wake up, Your Highness."

"What do you want?" The Prince's voice cracked. "Just leave me; I'm in mourning."

But the Advisor leaned close, whispering a revelation.

"In the Mortal Realm? Impossible! This can't be Him!"

The Prince sprang to his feet, torturing the Advisor's gaze.

"I must see my Father. Let me change my clothes!"

*Thx for reading.

OMD! The Prince… he’s the most perfect character: twisted, arrogant, contradictory, secretive and two-faced. The ambiguous hero or sophisticated villain will be seen later.

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