"Don't think too much about power," the white-haired boy looked at him and responded, "The gap between you and Kong Xuan Sanren is too big. Even if you have power, you can't beat him.
"Why don't you lend me your body and I'll help you solve this battle-"
"——I want to give it a try first." Gu Xu interrupted him and said firmly.
"Okay then," the white-haired boy shook his head gently, "You can pull out the nail on my left leg. The power it seals is called 'Destiny', which can affect fortune and manipulate probability... As for what it can do How much power you can exert depends on how you use it."
"Destiny..." Gu Xu muttered this word silently in his mind.
Today, he has become more and more familiar with the scope of Emperor Ziwei's authority from the astrolabe and the functions of various authorities.
"Lord of the Stars" and "Grandmaster of All Things" - these are the honorific titles given to him in the "Star Master Baogao".
"He controls the stars in the sky, controls the calamity of the universe, and controls the rise and fall of the world" - this is the praise given to him by the world.
He is by no means simply controlling the day and night with "Tai Shang Haotian".
Time and space, stars and knowledge, fate and cause and effect... are all within his control.
Gu Xu bent down, grabbed the nail on the white-haired boy's left leg, and pulled it out forcefully.
The white-haired boy lowered his head and looked at him with a smile.
In a daze, Gu Xu seemed to see a vast starry sky, and the starlight gathered into a torrential river, rolling incessantly.
He realized that these stars symbolized the fate of all living beings.
Perhaps as long as he reaches out his hand and flicks the water in this dazzling galaxy, someone's fate will change unknowingly.
He stood there, closed his eyes, and quietly digested the vast amount of knowledge pouring into his mind.
During this process, black clouds rolled in the underworld, strong winds howled, and the howling of evil spirits came from a distant place, as if they had encountered a terrible natural enemy.
Nearby, the ancient Meng Po Pavilion trembled violently like an earthquake. Countless cracks appeared on the black columns, spreading to the eaves like dense spider webs.
Vaguely, he seemed to hear the white-haired boy whispering in his ear:
"Gu Xu, Gu Xu, you have to understand that sometimes, having the ability to look directly at fate is actually an unfortunate thing... You will find that many things have their own destiny, just like they have been written long ago. The ending of the story, even if you try your best, you can't change it..."
When Gu Xu opened his eyes again, he had returned to reality.
He felt the hot real energy rushing and roaring in his meridians, and felt his own strength increase significantly.
I also clearly sensed the new authority.
As long as he is willing, he can always land heads when tossing copper coins, always draw kings and kings when playing poker, and always hit the target when shooting arrows. He can also make certain accidents with a small probability of happening become 100% inevitable.
But there was no joy in his heart.
Because the battle before him was over before he could wait for his participation.
The snow girl's body has completely melted away.
Her plain white dress, together with the Jinghong pen, fell from the sky and landed a few meters away from Gu Xu.
Many clones of Kong Xuan Sanren have also been reduced to ashes.
Only the main body was left - the white-bearded old man in blue robes, standing in the distance repairing his body's injuries.
"I'm late." Gu Xu thought to himself and walked slowly towards the plain white dress.
Some resentment welled up in his chest.
He was not only complaining about his low level, but also complaining about the white-haired boy who kept talking nonsense and delaying time, and was unwilling to give him new authority.
If he could join this battle earlier and use his "Destiny" power to make Kong Xuan Sanren's spells make more mistakes, maybe he could save her, right?
"Don't be so whimsical," the white-haired boy chuckled in his mind, "You are well-read and familiar with the classics. You should have known for a long time that once you start burning souls, it is difficult to stop.
"Unless you have a higher level of power than her and can forcibly terminate her actions; or when you advance to the realm of 'True Lord', you can use the power of 'time' to reverse time."
Yes, I have known about this for a long time.
Yuki-onna had no intention of surviving this battle.
She just wanted to atone for her sins and at the same time, hold back Kongxuan Sanren and try to gain a chance for me.
Gu Xu thought silently.
But perhaps it was "authority" that helped him escape from desperate situations twice.
He always had some luck, thinking that maybe this time, "authority" could help him save the snow girl and achieve a happy ending without sacrifice.
It turns out that both he and Yuki-onna were too naive.
"Authority" can only help him, but it cannot always be his life-saving straw.
Just because Xue Nu sacrificed herself doesn't mean that Gu Xu will be able to escape from Kong Xuan Sanren unharmed.
After all, even if all the clones of Kongxuan Sanren are dead and only one body is left, it is more than enough to deal with a weak practitioner like Gu Xu who has just entered the fifth realm.
Gu Xu laughed at himself, feeling a surge of sadness in his heart.
The world has long forgotten him.
The only snow girl who was thinking about him also melted.
If he died here today, no one would remember him, miss him, collect his body, or hold a funeral for him. He would become one of the many nameless corpses killed by ghostly disasters, dumped haphazardly in mass graves on the outskirts of the city.
The so-called "prodigies of the Qi Dynasty" and "descendants of Ziwei" are all in vain in the end.
Unknowingly, he came to the edge of the plain white dress that the snow girl had left behind.
The dress was stained with water and felt cool to the touch, as if her breath still lingered on it.
He knelt down and prepared to fold the dress and put it into "Xianyunju".
At this moment, several colorful flower notes flew out from the sleeves, like butterflies flying in the snow, falling gently to the ground.
Gu Xu remembered the colorful flower paper he saw in Lu's haunted house - many years ago, the young girl Lu Shiyao had recorded her daily moods and experiences on those flower paper.
Unexpectedly, she still retained this habit after becoming a ghost.
Gu Xu sighed softly, picked up the flower slips one by one, and read the contents written on them carefully:
"On the 23rd day of May in the twenty-fourth year of Tianxing. Listen to the wind, listen to the snow, and listen to the poems recited by the Young Master Changsheng. The Young Master's poems are majestic and majestic, with thousands of miles of mountains and rivers filling the lines, but his smile is gentle, like a bright moon. In my arms.
"He's such a funny guy."
"It was May 24th, the twenty-fourth year of Tianxing. There was a series of young master's footprints on the snow at the entrance of the cave. I tried to step on it lightly. Fortunately, he didn't see it."
"On the second day of June in the 24th year of Tianxing. Together with the young master, we tasted candied haws, fish cakes and red oil noodles in Jingzhou. I couldn't taste them at first. But because the young master was there, I almost tasted the red oil noodles. The noodles are spicy enough to make your tongue numb.
"Fortunately, ghosts don't have tears, so you won't be able to see my shameful appearance with tears on my face."
"The fifth day of June in the twenty-fourth year of Tianxing. I seem to have forgotten the master's real name. But if I ask him, will he be unhappy and think I am stupid...
"..."
Gu Xu flipped through the pages one by one, feeling his nose was sore and his eyes were dry.
From the moment he broke into the top of Yishan Mountain, "gongzi" has become the most frequently appearing word in Snow Girl's flower notes. He knew that the snow girl had always been lonely, and he was her only companion for many years. But he never thought that he would be so important in her world.
Under her face, which is as cold and ruthless as the ice and snow of Yishan Mountain, there is actually a heart as pure and sentimental as spring water.
"Silly girl," Gu Xu murmured in a low voice, "I really just wanted to use you to deal with the enemy at first, but I didn't expect you to..."
Quietly, he turned to the last flower note.
There was no date written on this piece of flower paper, only a short poem written in neat and graceful handwriting:
"The wind blows at dusk, and the leaves fall on the branches. I have a deep heart, but I am worried that you don't know it."
(End of chapter)
