Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

The ethereal figure stepped barefoot into the forbidden area of ​​the Shen Sect. Wherever the moon-white gauze passed, the ancient barrier peeled off like faded drawing paper.

The guard disciple's spear tip was condensed with water droplets and hung in the air, but it could not stop her at all - in the realm of higher beings, these lower creatures were nothing more than solidified pixels.

"..."

Chaotic sobs came from under the glazed tiles. She raised her hand and waved it lightly, and the entire training ground suddenly cracked.

The ladder of data streams automatically extended, leading her into the core of the seal.

The chaos in the depths surged like boiling asphalt, and only the hazy figure in the center was wrapped in ice-blue power. Mo Yun's remaining body was suspended in it. Although only a translucent outline remained, his fingertips still maintained the posture of guarding seals.

Fragments of memory flashed in the void: he had personally brought Mo Yun to this world, watched him burn his life again and again to protect Mo Zi, and finally turned into a sacrifice to seal the Chaos Beast.

"Long time no see, Mo Yun."

She reached out and stroked the illusory face. The moment the silver thread touched the remains, ripples appeared in the space and time of the sealed place.

The past that was buried by the flood of data revived at this moment - the scene of first throwing Mo Yun into this world, watching him struggle to survive in the gap between chaos and rhyme power, and breaking all the preset destiny trajectories for Mo Zi.

“We haven’t seen each other for a long time.”

Her voice was as cold as a machine, and the tail tone stirred up circles of data ripples in the chaos.

“But this time I had a new idea.”

The silver threads suddenly grew and formed a sophisticated chain around Mo Yun's body.

Each rune flashed with the light of binary code, tightly imprisoning the remaining consciousness:

"You've broken too many scripts, using your life to rewrite Mo Zi's ending. But this observation experiment requires a return to the original variables."

The Chaos Core roared angrily, and the entire space began to collapse, with countless data fragments flying like snowflakes.

She remained unmoved, her fingertips quickly forming more complex spells, weaving silver threads into a cage, wrapping Mo Yun's body layer by layer:

"I want to see where this world will go without your interference. The fates you've influenced, the variables you've created, should all return to normal."

When the last chain closed, Mo Yun's remaining body made a shattering buzzing sound.

His attempts to struggle turned into distorted afterimages in the data stream, and the remaining rhythmic light was swallowed up bit by bit by the runes on the chains.

She turned and stepped into the vortex of data streams, leaving behind cold words:

"Sleep peacefully until I allow this cycle to restart. Your protection and your sacrifice are nothing more than errors that need to be corrected under the absolute rules of observation."

The sealed land suddenly closed behind her, leaving only Mo Yun's imprisoned figure, flickering a faint, dying light in the depths of chaos, like the last candle flame about to be extinguished.

"Wong..."

The moment she disappeared, a strange tremor erupted from deep within the sect's forbidden area.

Mo Yun's imprisoned body twitched violently, the silver chains wrapped around it made a buzzing sound as if they could not bear the heavy burden, and the rune light flickered.

Chaos and rhythmic force collided violently in the narrow space, emitting a dazzling black and white halo, reflecting the entire sealed area like a broken mirror.

Then, everything returned to calm again.

The silver chains regained their cold luster, and Mo Yun's remaining body was suspended in the core of chaos, as if it had never awakened.

I don’t know how long it took, but the dead silence suddenly rippled—two completely different eyes opened at the same time.

A pair of eyes filled with thick chaos, like a bottomless whirlpool, swallowing up all the surrounding light;

The other pupil radiated pure ice-blue energy, and the clear light split the darkness like a sharp blade.

The two forces confronted each other in the same body, Mo Yun's face alternately changing between chaotic black mist and ice-blue halo, and the blood beads overflowing from the corners of his mouth were half as black as ink and half as crystal clear as frost.

At this moment, the Xingluo Squad, which is thousands of miles away, is still rushing towards Dazong. No cat has noticed that the power in the forbidden area of ​​​​the sect that is enough to shake the cat land is quietly awakening.

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(I don’t have too many ideas at the moment. Personally, I feel like there are only four more volumes left, and that’s it. There’s no point in writing too much nonsense, and of course I can’t write that much…)

(I'll just leave the title of the volume behind, and you can just look at the comments section when the time comes...)