Exclusive Possession – CH 067

Chapter 67.

Mu Xian, do you know how much I love you?

I love you so much; I’ve loved you for a very, very long time.

From the first time in 30 million years, when I saw your photo and your biography.

Maybe I’ve fallen in love with you.

The blue and white light blades, like two waning moons, intersected above our heads. The artillery fire behind me continued to strike, making my entire body tense as iron; the slightest relaxation would likely result in my being pulverized. If Mu Xian hadn’t been standing not far from me, the even denser barrage would probably have already reduced me to ashes.

As for Mu Xian, he was not much better than me.

Perhaps worse than me.

Because he held the light blade in one hand, his dark eyes were cold and dull, but with his other hand, he struck out a beam of light again and began to receive energy transmission again.

This wouldn’t do! It would only hasten his death!

But surrounded by enemies on all sides, I could no longer utter a sound. Looking at his aloof figure, my eyes stung with pain.

I must save him! Even if it costs me my life.

Without further hesitation, I swung my right hand through the air once more, unleashing a burst of light. I struck with all my might, slashing at his blue beam of light once more! But as the tide receded, the light spheres around my body grew thinner, and the shockwaves from the cannon fire were transmitted to my body more violently. My vision blurred, and I nearly fainted.

Just then, several fighter jets suddenly plummeted from the sky, crashing into the shockwave I emitted. This was a suicide attack! My heart skipped a beat, and I saw the first fighter jet, which was rushing the fastest, instantly annihilated by the light wave, its broken wreckage and limbs scattered all over the ground.

“Miss… I believed you, but why…?”

In a daze, I suddenly heard a familiar, weak voice, as if it were ringing in my ears or perhaps coming from the wreckage on the ground. I was horrified and looked down in panic, only to see, amidst a pile of broken metal fragments, a flattened face with large, lifeless, bright red eyes staring blankly at it.

Morin…

Morin!

My chest tightened, my breath caught in my throat, and everything went black before my eyes; I couldn’t see anything at all.

Suddenly snapping back to reality, the vast blue light before me, like a boundless ocean, had already swallowed up all my white light. I stared blankly at the scene before me, and beyond the blue light was Mu Xian’s shocked and pained face. I saw him suddenly pull back with one hand, and the blue light momentarily stopped.

But it was too late. I felt an overwhelming force violently throw me backward, my body spinning rapidly in the air like a top. I watched as Mu Xian’s pillar of light receded further and further away. I coughed up mouthful after mouthful of blood, tears falling like raindrops, mingling with the blood in the thin white light, and vaporizing into a misty blood fog that enveloped me.

“Mu Xian… Mu Xian…” I heard myself utter in a barely audible, hoarse voice, a voice filled with unbearable grief. Could he hear it? Could he hear it?

I know, I really know.

Even if I tell him everything, he would still choose to die.

His death was used to save the race from extinction; his death was used to prolong the race’s existence for a hundred years, and to create an opportunity to change history.

I was willing to believe he could change history, so how could he not believe that the surviving Stan people could change history?

So, was he destined to die? To die today, to die before my very eyes, to die according to a predetermined fate?

I traveled across 30 million years to be by his side, yet I still couldn’t change anything?

And my race, my sister, my king, I was sorry. I didn’t kill him immediately; I tried to have it both ways. I really… couldn’t bear to!

In a daze, I tried to get up, but in the gloomy sky, several streaks of golden fire were falling from a very high place.

It fell towards me.

Those were missiles fired by the Air Force. They locked onto me with pinpoint accuracy.

No! I couldn’t die!

Where was Mu Xian?

My body sprang up from the cold grass, but my veins felt as if they had been shattered by Mu Xian’s shockwave. I desperately tried to gather my strength, but only a thin white light enveloped me. In the blink of an eye, several shells were already falling.

Blue light.

A hazy, expansive blue light, like a soft net, spread swiftly through the woods and across the palace, landing directly above me in a flash. My body stiffened instantly, and tears blurred my vision again. I saw the shells, like fading fireworks, disappear one by one into the blue light, watched the soldiers who had rushed to the scene stop in surprise, and saw the blue light gently and slowly closing in, enveloping me within its embrace.

Just then, the sky suddenly became incredibly bright, the ground trembled violently, and I fell to the ground with a thud, clearly feeling the ground slightly heating up. And high in the sky ahead, the pillar of light belonging to Mu Xian suddenly became incomparably dazzling and blinding!

“No—” I heard my own scream, a heart-wrenching cry. I stumbled to my feet and ran toward him. Just then, the blue light suddenly lifted me up, slowly, slowly rising into the air.

It drifted in his direction.

It was him; he was the one who wanted me to go back.

I stood in the blurry sphere of light, feeling as if I were already dead.

The dark mass of fighter jets hovered silently overhead, their blue light nets crisscrossing; the people on the ground stared at me quietly, because I was enveloped in Mu Xian’s blue light.

In a daze, I seemed to recall every time before, he would do the same thing; whether I was asleep or awake, whether in a dream or in reality, he would use his spiritual power to gently and firmly envelop me, bringing me to his side, to his embrace.

What about now?

Didn’t he think I was a spy, so he told me to leave, to leave immediately?

Why did he want me again now?

Was it because what’s supporting me now was his subconscious? Was it his subconscious after he died or while he was in a coma? Did he still remember, always remember to protect me, and want me to be in his arms?

Mu Xian, are you dead? If you are dead, what should I do?

I slumped down inside the sphere of light, feeling as if all my strength had been drained, and burst into tears.

Finally, I slowly landed behind him again.

No one spoke again, no one attacked; the surrounding area was utterly silent. Only his figure remained, standing a few steps away, aloof and cold. The pillar of light surrounding him was several times larger than before; standing within it was like standing in another phantom world. He wore a dark gray military uniform, had short, jet-black hair, and had a fair, jade-like face with beautiful, dark eyes. He stood silently, gazing into the distance, as if he had ceased to breathe or feel anything.

I walked towards him step by step.

This time, without any hindrance, my body, enveloped in blue light, entered the pillar of light. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I wrapped them around his waist. I took a deep breath, raised one hand, and placed it on his chest.

Tears welled up in my eyes again, and it felt as if a merciless hand was tearing at my chest, peeling away my skin, and breaking my bones. But my mind was a blank, utterly confused.

His heart stopped beating.

His heart had stopped beating.

He had died.

I gently rested my head on his back and vaguely looked up to see a magnificent and bright pillar of light enveloping us. Blue energy waves flowed silently, looking so beautiful and dazzling.

Tears streamed silently down my face. My body began to burn, and my veins felt like they were about to explode with a sharp, piercing pain. I knew I could not; I knew I might die.

But Mu Xian was already dead, so what difference did it make whether I lived or died?

Before I die, let me use my last strength to sever the blue light network, plunging the entire planet Stan into darkness. May there be no more of those hundred years of light, so they could no longer become a scourge to the universe, invincible predators!

I saw light emanating from my body, and I saw white light blades, resilient and slow, piercing into the blue pillar of light. I saw countless cannon fire hurtling towards the stone mountain, only to be blocked and annihilated by the pillar of light.

Mu Xian, Mu Xian, wait for me; I’ll be right there.

I’m sorry, but I’m going to kill your people and destroy your empire, and then we will die together.

The white blade of light overhead slowly expanded, like a pristine white cross-section, blocking the continuous stream of blue light. My heart had already been washed away by tears countless times; it was as still as stagnant water.

But at that moment, a scene that broke my heart unfolded before my eyes.

Mu Xian, whom I held in my arms, was disappearing bit by bit. Hair, eyes, cheeks… legs, waist, chest… his dead self was vaporizing before my eyes!

I felt as if the whole world had collapsed in an instant! I desperately tried to hug his mangled body, but I only held onto empty air. I looked up in fear and trepidation, and a dark gray robe disappeared into the light.

Before my eyes, a crystal-clear drop of water vaporized into a wisp of smoke, as if it were a phantom.

Are those… Mu Xian’s tears? He thought I betrayed him until his death, didn’t he?

“Ah—” I heard myself let out a shrill scream, and the white light around me burst forth instantly, the blue pillar of light above my head vanishing into the sky. I looked up, my face streaked with tears, watching the blue net in the sky shake violently once more, and heard the distant rumbling, chaotic sounds of “Stan’s Rebirth.” And very, very high above me, a long, narrow, bright slit seemed to tear open from the depths of the sky.

My eyes squinted, blinded by the dazzling light from the crack. In a daze, I seemed to see a dark, quagmire-like universe within the crack—the place I came from, thirty million years in the future. In my hazy state, I seemed to hear the King’s voice, softly echoing in my ear: “Come back, Hua Yao. Come back, child.”

In that instant, I felt as if my soul had detached from my body, and then I saw myself slowly rising, ascending towards that spacetime rift. Everything on the ground became blurred and indistinct. I saw the incoming artillery fire disappear into the light of the rift, I saw the blue net of the sky break apart inch by inch, I saw the massive “Stan’s Rebirth” collapse to the ground with a crash, and I saw countless people kneeling on the ground, their sorrowful cries seeming to shatter the sky.

Then I floated into the crack.

I felt like I had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

Countless rays of light flashed past my eyes, and many distorted lights and sounds, like shrill ghosts, hurtled towards me. My head ached so much that I clutched it tightly.

In a daze, I heard fragmented sounds and saw images that seemed to float like reflections in water. Tears streamed down my face, and I wished I were already dead.

“I come from Planet Stan. Four years from now, Hua Yao, I’ll come to pick you up.”

“Now, you’re my princess.”

“At fifteen, I saw you smiling at me from the grass.”

“Hua Yao, you’re irresistible to me.”

…

Finally, I saw him standing quietly in the spotlight, wearing a white military uniform, raising his fair and cool face, his voice as gentle as a quiet night breeze.

“Hua Yao, my wife. Even if the stars no longer shine, even if the planets are mercilessly swallowed by black holes, we will never be apart.”