The Abducted Little Su

Within his Sea of consciousness, it was as if a star had shattered, and memories and images from extremely distant times seemed to seep into his brain. In that instant, the immortal could only sense a weary longing, yet there was also a clear sense of alienation and unfamiliarity.

She closed her eyes, and the man's face appeared and then disappeared, only his words became clearer.

[May I have your name?]

Fu Hua.

Until then, let's live on together.

"Good."

[That's a promise then. People who Broken Promise are annoying, that's my opinion, so I'll try my best to live on.]

"It's a promise."

Why do I unconsciously repeat the same thought in my mind?

The recollection of memories seemed to allow the immortal to personally experience that period of greatest weakness and helplessness, when he could only wait for the Moth to Fire to his rescue. Even his state of mind returned to that state in that brief moment, and the deathly silence and indifferent gloom were forced to disappear at this moment.

This strange empathy prevented the girl from immediately trying to peel it away with the Udu-dust, instead causing her to continue wandering along with the flow of memories.

The person leaned against the opposite side of the ruins. She looked at the face that was blurred in the backlight and listened to the soft and faint tone of the voice telling a fairy tale that no longer existed.

[I am not from this world.]

He spoke words that were neither true nor imagined, describing a Honkai world that never existed.

"A world without Honkai? That kind of world is wonderful, I love it."

The screen flickers.

That was after they had worked together to kill a Zombie.

The boy embraced her, and a faint, rusty smell of blood emanated from him. His struggle with a Zombie had clearly exhausted most of his strength, and his resolute and earnest whisper reached her ears.

[Then let's say we killed him together with Hua.]

"Good."

The memory has come to an end.

A light drizzle began to fall in the city, and the man asked, seemingly casually.

[Huh, is there no hope if someone gets Honkai Infection the Honkai?]

The immortal remained silent.

The girl at that time casually said:

"It's hopeless. They'll die and then turn into monsters that roam the outside world."

The boy's lips moved, and he let out a sigh.

[I see. Honkai is truly a cruel calamity.]

If one could have carefully observed the other person's condition at that time, one could have discovered the Honkai texture hidden beneath the skin's veins, and... the choices that person might make.

And so, all memories of him came to an abrupt end.

Shortly after receiving the answer, the boy disappeared from the shelter.

Even when the Moth to Fire's forces arrived to rescue them, they were unable to find a trace of it.

What was the final outcome?

There's probably no need to say more.

The immortal's emotions had turned to deathly stillness and indifference, just as Su Qing'an had pondered during his time at St. Freya: what good would it do if that memory remained?

In the end, it was only a short week together. After 55,000 years of vicissitudes, any remaining excitement and emotion would be worn away and never return.

Time is enough to smooth over the storms of the past, just as the harsh winter will eventually bury the spring.

For some reason, even though he had experienced countless life-and-death separations and had far more memorable and complex experiences, that person was still more unforgettable than anyone else, as if their connection went far beyond this.

The vast emptiness stirred within him, and the turmoil lingered for a long time.

"An immortal, an immortal?"

The young girl pondered the ensuing ghostly disturbances, but was interrupted by the Tome of Cangxuan, who asked:

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

Xiao Xuan stared intently at her, somewhat puzzled, and said:

"I noticed you seemed to have something to say, so I suddenly spaced out."

The immortal responded softly:

"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered some things from the past."

The Tome of Cangxuan asked:

Was it a long, long time ago?

"Yes, that happened in the previous civilization."

Xiao Xuan tilted his head and muttered:

"Ah, I thought the immortal had buried all his past deeds on Mount Taixu."

Fu Hua remained silent.

The Tome of Cangxuan is right; the Heart Seal covering the mountains carry the ancient past.

Even if such memories are truly things one has experienced, they should still be classified as sealed away, never to see the light of day for a long time.

That's precisely what I don't understand.

Just as the Tome of Cangxuan Mystery inexplicably regained its power, the memories that suddenly surged forth from him were equally illogical.

She said:

"Perhaps, it wasn't extracted using the Udu-dust."

"You know, memories are not something that can be completely counted; sometimes, they can be immeasurable."

Although this explanation was given, Fu Hua knew in her heart that it was not so.

Udu-dust is Divine Key that can manipulate consciousness, and the limits of this power cannot be hindered by human structure.

Otherwise, Dr. Mei's backup plan... wouldn't be a backup plan at all.

To this end.

The Immortal Chi Yuan, who has yet to fulfill his duty of slaying demons, has the idea of returning to Mount Taixu.

She vaguely understood that this memory did not belong to any of the thousands of Heart Seal, nor did it belong to her current self.

However, without concrete verification, the girl felt uneasy.

Whether it is a good thing for oneself to have one's composure, which has been maintained for thousands of years to the point of being unfazed even when the sky falls, being repeatedly disturbed in a single day is truly unknown.

To uphold that promise, one must consistently fulfill one's responsibilities.

Ignoring the abnormality in one's body is a disregard for agreements and responsibilities.

However, the Immortal Chi Yuan at that time could not tolerate such a risk.

Even she found it difficult to consider what she should do if the memories were not stored in her Heart Seal, or even if they conflicted with the memories within her heart.

She seemed to understand the Tome of Cangxuan, but not quite. She lay on the scroll, watching the girl, whose smile hadn't faded since Awakened. She said:

"There's nothing for immortals to worry about. We'll find out when we return to Mount Taixu and Heart Seal."

Fu Hua nodded in agreement.

I hope... it's not Inner Demon.

This is not an impossible thing.

At that time, only a few people could succeed in Divine Sound's experiment, and she herself would hardly be affected. However, whether there were any risks in compiling and deducing the Void Sword Qi based on it became elusive under the strange events of the present.

Whether it's the revival of the Tome of Cangxuan or the memory she acquired from the first timeline.

The fundamental reason for all of them is related to only one thing.

In other words, Su Qing'an became an ascended being in the timeline before the reboot, and his soul was eternally sublimated to the state of Manas consciousness. The Karma of the selves in all parallel worlds were eliminated, and he traced back from the root, ultimately plundering the traces and imprints recorded by the world record mechanism into the [Stigmata], which can be said to be an ascension to godhood.

Even though it has now lost its Ascended State and is severely damaged and trapped in its flesh and blood, its essence still contains a part of an ascended life form.

To reiterate, the gods' previous reboots were essentially about arbitrarily manipulating the spacetime axis, then selecting a timeline and location like drawing lots, and releasing the boy.

During this process, He will autonomously help Su Qing'an clear away the traces and records left in the world's mechanisms, thereby achieving complete purity upon restarting.

To put it simply, the restart initiated by the gods is not aimed at a single Leaf World.

Instead, it is a large-scale retrospection that includes the Imaginary Tree and the Sea of Quantum itself, with countless dimensions undergoing unknown leaps accompanied by the death and restart of a life.

Therefore, this leads to the fact that during the second and third restart phases, the reason why those who had Karma entanglements with Su Qing'an experienced a sense of déjà vu was not because the gods' restart was not thorough enough.

The real reason lies in the fact that Su Qing'an's soul is quite special. The deeper the Karma entanglement with him in the past, the more likely they are to be interfered with by his personal records after his reappearance in the world when they meet again, and tend to move closer to his past self in the previous timeline.

In the original situation, no matter how deeply entangled the Karma, it still could not break through the barrier of memory.

But after Su Qing'an entered the higher dimension, it was a completely different story.

In the past, a reboot could be likened to dropping a microorganism into a vast ocean. Now, however, it is like throwing a boulder into a lake. Regardless of what this boulder does next, the ripples and waves caused by its weight will have a profound impact, leading to a series of related changes in the world line.

The resurfacing of memories from other timelines that the Immortal Chi Yuan is most deeply entangled with Karma, and the inexplicable restoration of power to the Tome of Cangxuan are all part of this change.

She flicked her sleeve, picked up the dark blue oil-paper umbrella from the edge of the bed, and whispered:

"Let's go to Qingzhou."

The exquisite scrolls along the edge of the soul steel fluttered in the wind, and the Armed Puppet floated to the left and right of the immortal, chattering as they asked:

"Immortal, what are we going to Qingzhou for?"

"Are we going to fight Honkai Beast? And, also, has the immortal tried to take on any disciples in the past few hundred years?"

The girl's fingertips brushed against the dark tassels hanging from her waist as she stepped out of the inn. Looking at the light snow falling after the first clear day, she used a dark blue oil-paper umbrella to shield herself from the warm sunlight with one hand, and gently touched the girl's cheek with the other.

Under Xiao Xuan's wide-open eyes, the immortal unconsciously curved his lips into a smile and said softly:

"This mission is solely for the purpose of slaying demons and eliminating evil."

The changing landscape of Shenzhou is beyond one's control.

While the young girl may not care about the fact that there are people who exchange children to eat, people who scheme and plot, and people who are oppressed by the powerful, she is responsible for the rampant demons and the widespread Honkai that plague the world.

Simply because she is Chi Yuan, an immortal who has existed on this land since time immemorial.

For some reason, Fu Hua could vaguely sense something in the central area of the southwest that was drawing her attention, making her already efficient steps even more brisk.

"Little girl, have you frozen stiff from being in the snow?"

Why didn't you say a word the whole time?

The "girl" had no interest in the older sister who was poking her cheeks and occasionally touching her hair, and who asked a lot of questions. She glanced at the panel displayed in front of her.

[Strength: 4]

[Body:4]

[Min:6]

[Unknown Gene Awakening Degree: 0%]

[Soul Essence (Manas Consciousness): 874.87 (Semi-permanent Seal)]

[Honkai Energy Skills: Immunity]

[Skill: Taixuan Style Ultimate Realm]

[Abilities: Soul Scale, Soul Manifestation, Authority of Creation (Fragmented)]

[Evaluation: A transcendent being who has overcome countless hardships and reached the other shore.]

[Message: The ultimate challenge has not yet been reached.]

Su Qing'an disliked these strange panels flashing in front of him. He frowned slightly, and Atropos's panel obediently disappeared on its own.

The boy's vital signs were regressed from approximately 19 years old to the level of a 13-year-old, making his already androgynous appearance, with his bone structure and Adam's apple not yet fully developed, not much different from that of a pretty girl.

Furthermore, the wondrous atmosphere he creates in the outside world, revealed by his dimensional ascension, makes his personal temperament increasingly detached from the mundane yet extremely approachable. Coupled with his long, jet-black hair cascading down his slender back and his pale, almost colorless skin, it's no wonder he could be mistaken for someone else's gender.

Li Shishi had excellent eyesight, but she still stumbled in front of thirteen-year-old Su Qing'an.

The root cause of this cognitive error lies in the first impression given by that fleeting glimpse of her amidst the snow. Faced with this innate beauty, it is not surprising to regard her as female based on habitual thinking.

The young girl sat beside the bed, her face, so exquisitely beautiful that the city's dignitaries and literati lavished praise upon it, so close to hers. She stared at the other's skin, listlessly twirling the silky black hair between her fingers, her eyes lowered, and sighed:

"You don't mean you can't speak, do you?"

Su Qing'an was not moved by the other party's persistent questioning for ten minutes, but she was touched by the disappointment hidden in the sentence.

He could ignore Atropos because it was a strange being without form, without any remnants of common sense, and he could not sense any emotion in it.

However, regarding Li Shishi, who can be tentatively defined as being of the same kind and who gradually develops negative emotions because of him, the boy's nature makes it difficult to completely ignore her like a stubborn rock.

This is the external stimulus he needs in his current state.

For Su Qing'an, who was like an empty shell or a wreck at this moment, his encounter with Li Shishi was not a bad thing.

This is especially true for this peerless Courtesan whose name will be forever remembered, whose life story is shrouded in mystery, and whose fate will be difficult for history to fathom.

Su Qing'an attempted to correct a mistake the other party had made ten minutes earlier:

"I'm a man."

Upon hearing this, Li Shishi carefully examined the person before her, savoring his clear, snow-like voice. A complex mix of emotions welled up within her. Whether the child was lying or not, he was at a very delicate stage in his life. Recalling the many despicable acts of those people, she leaned close to his ear and solemnly said:

"Whether what you're saying is true or not, once you step out of this door, you can only be a woman."

She patted the child's head and repeated:

Do you know?

Although the Manas consciousness was imprisoned in a near-permanent seal within a body of flesh and blood Planetary-class materials, the boy still possessed the strange ability to see through people's hearts. He could tell that the other person was acting out of goodwill and concern, so he obediently nodded.

Once the initial barrier to communication is broken down, it will no longer be as difficult as it was at the beginning.

Having navigated the complexities of social interactions with numerous powerful figures in recent years, Li Shishi was well-versed in this matter and understood its significance. Seeing his nodding expression, she found him quite pleasing to the eye and couldn't resist pinching his soft cheek. As if recalling someone she had met not long ago, and unable to resist connecting the dots further, she sighed softly:

"I can tell you're not a talkative person, but that's a good thing."

"In this kind of world, even if you come from an official family, your appearance can easily attract trouble."

"If it were a girl, she might have some room to maneuver, but it's not necessarily the case for a man. Those powerful and curious people would probably cherish the period when you're still young enough, and back then I..."

Although these words were spoken to a child, it was ultimately too much of a presumptuous conversation.

Li Shishi was kind by nature, but it was another matter that she would open her heart to someone she had just met. She pondered the reason, but could only attribute it to the coincidence of the child's appearance and the strange charm he possessed.

As for the others, can they really be considered monsters?

It would be better to seduce the emperor, rather than be picked up by a canary imprisoned in a cage by the emperor.

Your Majesty.

That is, Emperor Huizong of Song, Zhao Ji.

Since he took a liking to me a while ago, my dream of getting rid of this identity and going on a parade has become even more distant.

Even disregarding the coincidences of that day, it would be superfluous to say that one could use their connections to interfere with the emperor.

Although that man had been a womanizer for many years, by the time he reached middle age, he valued talent and inner connection more than looks.

But even if they saw this child, they might still fall for it. The more experienced a person is in the world of women, the more tired they become of vulgarity. This otherworldly, ethereal quality is like a poison to them.

In conclusion, this can only be attributed to a coincidence.

The child looks Han people, so the connection shouldn't be too far removed.

The reasons for coming to Bianjing alone are not uncommon these days.

The Tianshui Lane where he lived alone, and even the Zhen'an Ward, accommodated quite a few women from outside the area.

As life changes like the tides, a frail woman, alone and helpless, would naturally think that this still prosperous Capital City could be considered a good place to go.

The girl cleared her mind of distractions and asked in a low voice:

"You've probably fled from somewhere else, but Bianjing isn't a good place to go either."

Li Shishi learned music, chess, calligraphy, and painting from a young age, and her knowledge was very broad. She could even be considered quite talented, otherwise she would not have been sought after and loved by so many literati.

And through the process of socializing with these people, even without leaving home, the girl's knowledge and understanding became quite different from that of most women.

Therefore, after she finished speaking, she did not continue to say anything more about it.

How many places in this world can you find without resorting to cannibalism?

Even if a nation is on the verge of collapse, it can indeed provide a period of peace in the present moment.

As for how long it can last, thinking about those things is sometimes too much of a luxury.

Li Shishi looked at the "girl" with clear yet bewildered eyes, tidied her hair for a while, and said:

"From now on, you'll stay here."

"Stay in Zhen'an Ward."