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In the Western Continent's Nine Yushan Underground Palace, Lin Che held the scorching fragment of the Backlight Mirror, finally seeing the true face of the figure in black robes—it was his own appearance at eighteen! However, the eyes of the reflection were marred with blood vessels, and in its hand was the bloody head of Lin Zhentian.
"Surprised?" The figure in black flicked Sword Edge, and droplets of blood formed a star map in the void. "After all, this is your one hundred twenty-seventh reincarnation, the closest you've come to success."
False Patriarch suddenly erupted, his hand wrapped in poisonous patterns piercing through the chest of the figure in black. From beneath the tattered robe poured countless fragments of mirrors, each reflecting a different version of Lin Che from various timelines: an elderly man with white hair holding a mirror to commit suicide, a blood phoenix that had fallen into darkness burning the heavens and earth, and moments of confrontation with Ling Shuang.
"Do you recognize who this is?" The figure in black crushed a fragment, and from the chaotic flow of time emerged a wounded youth—none other than Lin Che, who had been stripped of his cultivation back then!
Ling Shuang's scream and Spirit's sigh echoed simultaneously: "Shattered Bone Mirror Slave... you actually turned other versions of yourself into puppets!"
Lin Che suddenly recalled the warning on the last page of the Nine Heavens Star Guiding Technique: The day when all mirrors return to one is when causality is severed. He thrust the Starshine Sword into his own spiritual sea, and amidst the horrified gazes of those around him, the Twin Moon Sigil on his forehead began to spin in reverse.
"Are you insane?!" The figure in black finally showed fear. "If you do this, all timelines will..."
"Then let them all be obliterated." Lin Che allowed the sword energy to shatter his meridians, his bloodied fingertips lightly touching the Backlight Mirror. "What my mother truly sealed back then was never my Bloodline."
The entire Underground Palace suddenly fell into absolute silence. Sixteen star rings appeared beneath the figure in black, each entwined with causality lines of different colors. As Lin Che severed the seventh green thread, a mournful cry erupted from the Bronze Coffin that was opening above Xi Zhou, and the youths within transformed into starlight and dissipated.
When Lin Che awakened in the void, he held half a charred bronze piece in his palm. Floating in his consciousness were seventy-two star maps, each corner inscribed with the name "Lin Che"—these were routes he had drawn himself through endless reincarnations for Guixu Sea Eye.
"You've finally reached this point," an aged voice emerged from the depths of darkness. The remnant soul of the First Generation Divine Phoenix approached, leaning on a broken sword; its cracks perfectly matched the bronze piece in Lin Che's hand. "Years ago, I split half of my divine essence to seal Shattered Bone Mirror; the other half became Spirit of the Celestial Dome Mirror, but ultimately it couldn't withstand..."
The remnant soul suddenly transformed into flowing flames and entered Lin Che's brow. The true image of Guixu Sea Eye unfolded before him: there were no ancient ruins; it was clearly a massive heart wrapped in countless mirrors! Each mirror reflected a version of himself engaged in battle, while at the center of this heart lay a girl with a mirror embedded in her brow—her face completely matched that of his mother from his memories.
The voice of Spirit came through, tinged with tears: "Master, you personally... handed over the Divine Phoenix Heart..."
Suddenly, the Sea Eye trembled violently. Lin Che saw Ling Shuang in reality being consumed by Blood Mirror Liquid. The man in the black robe laughed maniacally as he tore open the Time Rift: "Let us reunite at the very beginning!"
As Lin Che broke through the barriers of time and space, what met his eyes was the burning Listening Snow Pavilion from sixteen years ago. In the torrential rain, the cries of two infants echoed simultaneously—one of them cradled in their mother’s arms was a Twin Soul! And Ling Shuang, who should have fallen off the cliff, was now holding another infant, stabbing a shard of the Celestial Dome Mirror into the child's heart.
Lin Che's fingertips hovered between the two swaddled babies. The fragments of memory in the rain suddenly reassembled—the spell his mother had cast to burn her soul was not a sealing incantation but rather a soul-splitting technique that transferred the twin curse into the chaotic currents of time and space. The true curse did not lie in the Bloodline but in the memories that reset every time he approached the truth.
"After three hundred cycles of reincarnation, you finally arrived here." The man in the black robe tore open his chest, revealing a pulsating mirror-like heart. "As long as we kill this version of ourselves from this Timeline, we can..."
The Starshine Sword suddenly changed direction. In the astonished gaze of the black-robed man, Lin Che plunged Sword Edge into his own forehead: "You miscalculated two things." Crimson droplets of blood dripped down the sword's blade but coalesced in mid-air into a complete Twin Moon Sigil. "First, I am no longer that Lin Che who yearned for liberation."
The Time Rift suddenly spread from the heart of the black-robed man. Lin Che leaped into the burning Listening Snow Pavilion while holding both infants, raising the combined Celestial Dome Mirror amidst the flames: "Second, what my mother truly protected back then—"
The mirror reflected not anyone's image but rather the scene of the First Generation Divine Phoenix's fall. As countless stars fell, those burning phoenix eyes were filled with compassion: "...has always been The Right of Choice."
In Dongzhou, during the Frost Moon of year 379, Ling Shuang gently caressed the star patterns on the newly erected Wordless Stele before Tianji Pavilion. She recognized who it was without needing to turn around—the young man had half a Bronze Mirror hanging at his waist, and his hair tips were still dusted with star sand from Guixu Sea Eye.
"He chose to return the Divine Phoenix Heart to beyond the Nine Heavens." Lin Che gazed at the newly bloomed Phoenix Flower before the monument. "But he left the opportunity for choice to every 'us' across different timelines."
Suddenly, blood rain fell from a clear sky but transformed into Starlight upon touching the ground. The phoenix tattoos on their wrists heated simultaneously as countless mirror fragments appeared in mid-air, each containing a smiling Lin Che.
Deep within the Western Continent Ruins, a man wrapped in bandages drove a broken sword into an altar. As the Azure Bronze Coffin sank back into the earth's veins, a faint glow emanated from his Crescent Scar hidden in darkness.
Thanks to all readers for your support; my next book, Star Sand Scroll, is about to begin. Readers can take a look to see if it interests them!
Star Sand Scroll
In the Extreme North Icefield, an infant drew a complete star map in the snow. The Snow Wolf King guarding him suddenly spoke: "The deviation value of star tracks in this three hundredth cycle exceeds critical levels. Should we initiate the Memory Rewrite Program?" The ice crystals forming at the infant's fingertips were astonishingly identical to those of Celestial Dome Mirror.
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