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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).

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THE TEMPEST.

The moon hung low, casting its silver veil upon the tranquil pond, while monks, torches clutched in hands and their robes damp, were sifting through mud pulling forth lilies. The tramp's ribbon, discovered earlier, had kept them from their beds, but they couldn't say anything and were just stealing glances at their Master.

Seated on the shore, the Master dipped his feet into the water, winding the ribbon around his wrist with deliberate care, when a distant cry shattered the stillness: "Report from the palace! Report from the palace!"

Breathless, a monk thrust a letter—a golden envelope cradled in trembling hands. But the Master dismissed it with a wave, the letter grazing his palm and tumbled into the pond. The monk's eyes widened; this missive might hold life or death secrets.

"Master," he implored, reaching back to the golden envelope slowly sinking beneath the ripples. "Forgive my intrusion. Will you accept this message?"

But the Master's indifference persisted. His hands reached the wet envelope, and instead of reading it, he tore it open.

"What have you done?" The monk's voice quavered, watching Master throwing the golden pieces back into the pond. "We face execution if we remain ignorant towards anything it says!"

More monks gathered around watching them, suspended in anticipation. Then, unexpectedly, the Master's wrath flared.

"Ungrateful dogs!" His words lashed out. "Whose servants are you? Who gives you food and clothes? Palace?"

"Servants?!…" Suddenly, someone hurled the bucket into the water near the brink and splashes reached the Master's face. Shock rippled through the crowd; but they all remained on their places.

"You insolent old man!" The monk's rage echoed from the other side of the pond. "Think you can command us at will? And insult us too? We are not servants!"

"Really? Not servants? Well, that's bold!"

The monastery held its breath—they hardly were seeking entertainment right now, more praying to overcome the coming demise.

"Stay put," the Master warned, "unless you wish to forfeit your life. I make no promises."

Skepticism in the monk's eyes met his threat; an old man's frailty surely couldn't match a youngster's vigor. But as the monk advanced, the Master rose his palm slicing the air.

A tempest erupted—a surge of wind and water mixed with pink lotuses and struggling fish raised out of the pond. The sudden wave covered the monk and he vanished swept away but the falling water. Then pond settled back, and the Master's gaze examined over the stunned assembly.

"Another dog emerges," he declared, "and other creatures shall gnaw your bones. Now continue!"

*Thx for reading.