Chapter 19: Wang Dong, Truly One of a Kind

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Tap—
Tap—

A rhythmic tapping echoed in her mind. Wang Dong groggily opened her eyes, enveloped by thick mist. In the depths of the fog stood a black scale.

Supporting herself with both hands, Wang Dong rose to her feet, her legs wobbling slightly. Her long hair fell forward, and only then did she realize her body had reverted to the appearance of her twenty-year-old self.

What was going on?

Had she gone back again?

As she moved, the surrounding mist slowly dissipated.

The complete form of the scale appeared before her—seemingly forged from solidified shadows.

Its main body was a spiraling black crystal pillar, etched with dark red secret runes. Atop the pillar sat a hollowed-out crystal shaped like the sun, embedded with a dark purple gemstone in its center.

The two trays at either end were uniquely designed: the left was an inverted triangle carved with a demon’s face, while the right was a square inscribed with ancient markings symbolizing judgment.

The balanced scale emitted black and purple mists from each end, exuding an inexplicable aura of solemnity and oppression.

Wang Dong gazed at the scale, her fingers irresistibly drawn toward the dark purple gemstone at its center, slowly inching closer.

At that moment, a flash of blue-golden divine consciousness swept through her mind. Her left hand swiftly seized her right, which was about to touch the gem, pulling it back with force.

A struggle ensued, one hand pushing forward, the other pulling back.

In the end, her right hand prevailed, and she successfully grasped the dark purple gemstone.

The blue-golden divine consciousness vanished entirely. Even the eighteen soul rings’ radiant clusters in her mind turned black-golden.

At this moment, Wang Dong felt a wave of energy dissipate within her body.

For some unknown reason, she sensed an invisible hand pulling her onward.

Suddenly, a black beam of light appeared behind the scale, revealing a shadowy figure within—faintly human in shape.

Wang Dong scrutinized the figure and asked, “Who are you?”

The person inside the beam seemed to chuckle lightly. “And who are you?”

It was a man’s voice, surprisingly youthful beyond her expectations.

However...

“Weren’t you the one who brought me here?” Wang Dong responded calmly, without a trace of panic.

“Hahaha! Merely a stray spirit from another time, yet possessing divine consciousness—rare indeed.”

Divine consciousness?

So that’s it.

No wonder she didn’t have to hunt soul beasts like others to obtain soul rings. No wonder her martial spirit was unique, and why her primary and secondary spirits were so extraordinary.

“Do you want to know what happens to you after death in the original storyline?”

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Before Wang Dong could answer, a transparent panel appeared before her. It showed Huo Yuhao holding her lifeless body at the entrance of Haotian Sect.

“Yuhao...”

Suddenly, the scene shifted.

Wang Qiuer was standing close behind Huo Yuhao, clinging to him tightly.

“Are you doing this just to tell me that your heart belongs only to her?” Wang Qiuer’s broken voice echoed.

Seeing this, Wang Dong’s fists clenched involuntarily. She longed to hear Huo Yuhao’s response.

Finally, when Huo Yuhao shook his head, she sank to the ground in despair.

“No, Qiuer, there is a place for you in my heart as well.”

Though his voice was soft, the emotion within was undeniable.

“You... have me in your heart?” Wang Qiuer seemed incredulous.

What followed crushed Wang Dong’s heart completely.

Huo Yuhao nodded gently, reached out, and pulled Wang Qiuer in front of him, embracing her tightly.

...

“Kiss me.”

Huo Yuhao’s arm wrapped around Wang Qiuer’s waist, while his other hand gently caressed her cascading waves of hair. Tilting his head slightly, he first kissed her cheek, then her lips.

Wang Dong watched silently, the light in her eyes extinguished long ago.

Suddenly, Wang Qiuer’s third eye on her forehead opened—the Eye of Fate. Only then did Wang Dong realize she was the Three-Eyed Golden Ni...

She had taken on Wang Dong’s own appearance...

Everything had started because of her...

Soul beast sacrifices, dazzling lights.

Snap—

The scene ended, and darkness returned.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, little girl, you’ve been through so much. Is that man your beloved? Too bad, he already has someone else!”

Wang Dong didn’t reply; she felt foolish for abandoning her family, her comrades, even her own life.

The panel lit up again, this time showing Haotian Sect.

She watched Wang Qiuer’s soul, a golden consciousness, enter her body after death.

She awoke...

But was not herself...

A strong thought grew wildly in Wang Dong’s mind—could it be... she was only a part?

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At that moment, her heart felt like it had fallen into an ice pit.

“What a pitiful child.”

A voice of pity sounded. Wang Dong sneered inwardly, already unsure of who she truly was.

Perhaps hearing her doubt, the figure opposite answered:

“You are Wang Dong, or rather, Wang Dong’er. You are yourself, irreplaceable.”

With these words, the panel lit up once more.

This time, it showed the present day, millions of years later.

Inside the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin paced anxiously, frequently glancing toward a bed.

The scene shifted forward to the unconscious figure lying quietly on the bed—a small person with no color in their face.

Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu sat beside the bed, each holding one of his hands, silently keeping him company.

At the doorway, Xue Qinghe entered with a woman whose hair was a pale blue.

“Sect Master Ye, please take a look.”

The woman called Sect Master Ye looked surprised. “The Crown Prince is too polite.”

She approached the bed and slowly raised her hand, conjuring a massive begonia flower composed of white and pink petals, which gently descended onto him.

The scene then disappeared again.

At this moment, a seedling sprouted wildly in Wang Dong’s heart.

“Seems I don’t need to say more; you understand everything yourself.”

Indeed, though their acquaintance was brief, they all treated her as family.

There was no one else—Wang Dong was truly one of a kind.

After a long silence, her tangled and drifting heart finally settled.

After a while, the figure in the beam spoke again, “Have you made up your mind?”

Wang Dong looked at the scale before her and asked, “Why me?”

The man seemed surprised by her question and replied, “Hmm, you know what I want to ask, don’t you? And do you know who I am?”

Wang Dong pressed her lips, looking up at the man who had never revealed his true face.

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End of chapter.

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