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Ouyang Zixin turned her head upon hearing the words, and was pleasantly surprised to find Yun Tianmo awake. She rushed over, her long-suppressed panic finally bursting forth as she called out "Husband" with a choked voice.
Yun Tianmo reacted quickly, embracing her tightly. Though no words were exchanged, it warmed Ouyang Zixin's heart.
Rong Yi observed the scene and, although he found it somewhat strange, felt it was best not to linger any longer. He quietly stepped outside.
"This day is bound to change," Rong Yi murmured as he looked up at the newly risen sun, sighing softly.
Inside the room, Nameless also wanted to avoid the situation but found himself unable to return to Ouyang Zixin's Mind for some reason. He awkwardly stood frozen in place.
Fortunately, Ouyang Zixin soon regained her composure and sensed something was off. She broke free from Yun Tianmo's embrace and said, "Let's see what exactly happened."
This was not the time to indulge in tenderness; there were too many mysteries from the night that needed unraveling.
For instance, the Small Stone Box, the little box and the Bright White Stone, as well as Nameless and the small whirlwind she had just experienced.
"It seems that once you materialized, you can no longer return to my Mind," Ouyang Zixin concluded after sensing the situation. She herself did not feel any different.
From being one entity to now being two, she could not find a reason for this change.
Yun Tianmo focused on her for a moment before saying, "We were never one entity; it's better this way."
Every time he wanted to get a little closer to Ouyang Zixin, he worried about whether Nameless was watching them from the shadows. Now that they were separated, he felt much more at ease.
"What was going on with your eyes just now?" Ouyang Zixin asked, nodding. She actually thought separation wasn't so bad after all.
She recalled how Rong Yi had seen something strange in Yun Tianmo's eyes at the moment he woke up—an eerie blood-red hue.
"No harm done," Yun Tianmo replied as he looked out the window. It was getting late; today marked the first day of the resumed competition, and he needed to prepare for the venue.
The two quickly tidied up and didn’t have time for breakfast before heading out together.
Nameless continued to examine the two boxes, trying to find the connection between them. As he sat alone in the room, one box in each hand, he suddenly felt that these two boxes were a part of him. For some unknown reason, they had been separated and ended up in different hands.
Now, through Ouyang Zixin, they had been brought back together.
If that were the case, then perhaps the method of merging with Ouyang Zixin could also unite these two boxes with him?
The thought flashed through his mind, and the two boxes in his hands began to react, warming slightly as the dazzling light from last night rose again.
"This... so that's how it is!" Nameless looked at the boxes in his hands and suddenly laughed.
So it was like this.
The light grew brighter, and Nameless quietly bathed in its glow, remaining motionless.
When the light finally dissipated, Nameless stood up, feeling completely renewed. He was no longer that vague existence; even the memories he had long sought returned to him.
Nameless was originally a fragment of soul separated from Ouyang Zixin, or rather, from her incarnation as A Thousand Years Ago. He was a soul that remained in this Yuhai Continent, watching how those enemies received their comeuppance. However, shortly after he was separated, she perished, which caused him to forget his origins.
As for why he ended up in the secret realm, Nameless had lost interest in that.
Because he had finally found the true meaning of his existence.
"Master, after countless years, Nameless has finally remembered." Nameless pushed open the door and stepped out. The guards in the courtyard were taken aback, unsure how a stranger had emerged from the prince and princess's quarters.
His demeanor made the guards hesitant to approach; they could only watch as he left Yun Residence.
Around the corner, Rong Yi's clothing fluttered briefly before another sigh escaped into the wind.
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"The third round of competition: Dream Nation Feng Chengxuan versus Exiled Nation Si Tu Rui Qi."
The guards sang out the names of the participants for the third match.
“Dad, can my brother win?” Sito Rongyan, sitting in the audience, felt a bit anxious.
Si Tu Rong Bao also showed concern. Regardless of Feng Chengxuan's actual cultivation level, he was still a prince. It was indeed unfortunate for Si Tu Rui Qi to draw him.
Although there were no words exchanged in the Duel Arena, if Dream Nation decided to pursue the matter afterward, this mere subject of Exiled Nation would truly have no way out.
“Shut up! If it weren't for you being deceived by slander and manipulated, how could there have been a redraw?” If it weren't for the redraw, how could Si Tu Rui Qi have drawn Feng Chengxuan?
Soon, the two stepped into the arena, exchanged fist salutes, and the match began.
At first, neither of them took the initiative to attack; they were both testing each other's depths. Si Tu Rui Qi naturally couldn't gauge Feng Chengxuan's cultivation level, but Feng Chengxuan had ways to understand Si Tu Rui Qi's abilities, so both were very cautious.
However, for some unknown reason, the originally tentative exchanges suddenly turned fierce.
Si Tu Rui Qi was startled and quickly went on the defensive.
Meanwhile, as Feng Chengxuan launched his attacks, his gaze kept scanning the crowd outside, seemingly searching for something. Until he spotted Bai Zhan in the crowd, and after Bai Zhan nodded at him, he finally curled his lips into a smile, withdrew his gaze, and focused on the match.
The two exchanged blows vigorously while the spectators outside cheered them on.
“Crown Prince, you're not my match; why not...” Si Tu Rui Qi whispered as they brushed past each other.
“Hmph, that's not necessarily true!” A hint of mockery flashed in Feng Chengxuan's eyes as if he had heard a joke.
Indeed, Feng Chengxuan's cultivation was not on par with Si Tu Rui Qi's; however, he was certain that his opponent wouldn't dare to use lethal force. After all, he was a prince while Si Tu Rui Qi was merely a young master.
Moreover, this match was inherently unfair; therefore, he wouldn't hesitate to employ some unconventional tactics.
Seeing that Feng Chengxuan wasn't listening to his advice, Si Tu Rui Qi decided not to hold back any longer. The odds were definitely in his favor as long as he didn't seriously injure Feng Chengxuan.
The time for the Half Incense Stick had passed, and the spectators outside seemed to have caught on, shouting for them to fight properly!
This was no performance; if they continued to hold back, there would be nothing left to watch.
Amidst the deafening cheers, a child's surprised voice suddenly rang out from the crowd, "Oh no, a red light just flew by!"
Unfortunately, the child's voice was too soft and drowned out by the cheers.
Almost simultaneously, Feng Chengxuan, who could have dodged Si Tu Rui Qi's attack, suddenly paused and was struck squarely in the chest by a palm...
He slowly lowered his head to look at the palm print on his chest and the tiny hole near his heart that was almost invisible...
Who did this?
Before he could even wait for Si Tu Rui Qi's poison to take effect, how did he fall victim to an attack first?
Bang—
"Oh! Great! We won! Exiled Nation has won!"
The cheers echoed through the air—
No one cared about the figure that had suddenly collapsed... (To be continued.)
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