Taking the opportunity of traveling through books

The truth finally comes out and I am filled with joy

The dizziness gradually faded, and I found myself in a vast, white mist. Hao Yang and Wei Xue vanished, leaving only an endless emptiness and silence. "Hao Yang..." I called out tentatively, but only a hollow echo echoed back. Fear coiled around my heart like a vine, and my breathing quickened.

Intermittent voices rose from the depths of the fog, like whispers, like sobs, indistinct yet tinged with a profound sorrow. My head began to ache intensely, as the voices threatened to penetrate my mind and tear at my consciousness. I covered my ears and crouched in agony, but I could do nothing to stop the invasion. Fragmentary images flashed before my eyes: a woman tenderly cradling a baby, a man waving his arms in anger, a raging fire... These images, strange yet familiar, filled me with immense confusion and pain.

"Who's... talking..." I tried hard to distinguish the voices, but my consciousness felt increasingly blurred. My body felt hollowed out, and I collapsed to the ground powerlessly.

"Give up," a cold voice suddenly sounded in my ears, "You can't escape."

I opened my eyes abruptly, only to find a blurry figure emerging from the mist. I couldn't make out his face, but I could sense the overwhelming pressure emanating from him, making it nearly impossible for me to breathe.

"Who are you?" I asked with all my strength, my voice trembling.

The figure sneered, "I am the master of your fate."

He walked slowly towards me, each step seeming to tread on my heart, making me feel suffocated by fear. At this moment, a warm hand tightly grasped mine. I turned around and saw Hao Yang's figure vaguely appearing in the mist.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here," he said firmly. A warm current flowed from his palm to my body, dispelling the cold and fear...

Hao Yang's hands were warm and powerful, like a beacon illuminating my bewildered heart. He continuously transmitted strength to me, and I felt an unprecedented surge of energy within me, as if ready to break free from all restraints. The fog began to swirl and swirl, eventually receding like a tide, revealing the truth hidden beneath.

An ancient altar appeared before me, engraved with mysterious runes and emitting an ancient and powerful aura. As if drawn by an invisible force, I involuntarily walked towards the altar. As I approached, the runes began to glow brightly, illuminating a crystal stele in the altar's center.

Ancient words emerged from the stone tablet, telling the story of an ancient family and a prophecy about a guardian. Holding my breath, I read word by word, and a shocking truth gradually emerged before my eyes: I am a descendant of this ancient family, the power of the guardian flows in my blood, and my mission is to protect the peace and tranquility of this land.

A huge joy surged in my heart. I finally understood the meaning of my existence and was no longer troubled by the mystery of my life. I looked up at Hao Yang, and his eyes were full of relief and encouragement.

At the same time, the sense of crisis that had enveloped us quietly dissipated. Those mysterious forces, those threats that had once made us tread on thin ice, seemed to have lost their focus and retreated into the darkness after the truth of my life was revealed.

"We won." There was a hint of relief and joy in Hao Yang's voice.

I held his hand tightly, feeling his warmth and strength, my heart filled with gratitude and love. "Yes, we won."

However, just as we were immersed in the joy of victory, a discordant voice broke this brief tranquility... "No, it's not over yet!"

"No, it's not over yet!" A shrill voice pierced the brief silence. A short, mean-looking minion, seemingly out of nowhere, clutching a gleaming dagger, rushed towards me. He was probably trying to take advantage of the chaos to launch a sneak attack, a last-ditch effort, a chance of survival. I could even see the madness and desperation glint in his eyes.

I chuckled. This attempt to stop a chariot with a mantis arm was ridiculous. A powerful force surged within me, the power of a guardian, a stark contrast to the previous one. I gently raised my right hand, and a dazzling light condensed from my fingertips. Before he could get close, the light transformed into a sharp sword, instantly knocking the dagger out of his hand and sending him flying. He fell heavily to the ground with a muffled groan.

The tense atmosphere around us was instantly shattered. Everyone looked at me, their eyes filled with awe, even a hint of disbelief. Wei Xue stood in the crowd, a complex mix of emotions woven across her face, ultimately fading into a sigh. I knew her feelings at this moment must be even more complex than anyone else's.

I ignored the looks around me and turned toward Hao Yang. He was standing there, a gentle glint in his eyes, as if I were the only one left in the world. My heart was beating fast, and an indescribable feeling of happiness filled my chest.

He opened his arms, and I embraced him without hesitation. He held me tightly, and I could feel his strong heartbeat and the warmth coming from his body. We held each other quietly, and everything around us seemed to disappear, leaving only each other.

"Yao'er," he called my name softly, his voice low and full of charm, "We can finally be together."

I raised my head, looked into his deep eyes, and nodded gently. "Yes, we can finally..." Before I finished speaking, I suddenly felt a strange breath, a strong and strange breath, quietly approaching... Hao Yang seemed to have noticed something. He suddenly raised his head, looked into the distance, and frowned. He held my hand tightly, and a warmth came from the palm of my hand, but there was also a slight tremor that was hardly noticeable. "It seems," he said in a heavy tone, "things are not really over yet."

"Yao'er," Hao Yang's voice was strained, like a harp string stretched to its limit. "Is something wrong?" I nodded, taking a step back from his embrace, my gaze sweeping over the cheering crowd around me. They were immersed in the joy of surviving a catastrophe, oblivious to the undercurrents. This aura... strange, powerful, and eerily familiar, like the breath of an ancient beast released from some ancient seal.

"I feel... a new strength," I whispered, tightening my grip on Hao Yang's hand. My fingertips were cold. He held my hand in return, the warmth from his palm passing through, but it couldn't dispel the chill in my heart. "Don't be afraid, I'm here," he said in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on me, as if he wanted to pass on all his courage to me.

Wei Xue walked up to us, a look of hesitation and worry on her face. "Yao'er, are you okay? You don't look well." I forced a smile. "I'm fine, just a little tired." I didn't want to worry her, and I didn't want to disrupt this hard-earned peace.

But this peace was destined to be short-lived. The aura grew clearer and stronger, enveloping us like an invisible net. I felt my internal systems begin to sound faint alarms, as if warning me of impending danger.

At that moment, an old, commanding voice boomed from the sky, its force overwhelming: "Wei Yao, do you really think you've won? The real game has only just begun..." Hao Yang abruptly shielded me behind him, his gaze fixed on the sky. I clutched his sleeve, my heart pounding. I sensed something quietly shifting... I raised my head, met Hao Yang's worried gaze, and whispered, "Here it comes."