Splash—
A gentle trickle of water suddenly echoed through the sealed room.
Long Xiaoyao jerked his head up!
Where the Wooden Basin had been sitting on the floor, a gently flowing river had appeared out of nowhere.
The river's source was unknown, as was its destination. It had simply appeared from thin air, as though splitting the entire room into two different times and spaces.
Its waters were crystal clear, yet seemed bottomless, emanating an ancient, mysterious aura that surpassed all things in the world.
At its center, a figure sat lazily atop a bluestone that had risen to the surface.
He held an ordinary bamboo fishing rod, its line trailing into the water, as though he were fishing for something.
The River God?
Long Xiaoyao's heart clenched. His Soul Power surged, and he immediately entered the highest state of alert.
He stared intently at the figure on the bluestone, trying to gauge his strength.
Yet Long Xiaoyao's spiritual power sank like a stone into the sea. He couldn't get even the slightest response from the figure.
Unfathomable!
Even more terrifying than that man who called himself Mu Xuan!
Just then, the figure on the bluestone slowly raised his head, his ink-black eyes settling on Long Xiaoyao.
A faintly amused smile played at the corner of his mouth.
"Whoosh!"
He gently lifted the fishing rod in his hand.
Ripples spread across the water as he reeled in a figure.
A woman.
The instant Long Xiaoyao recognized her, his pupils shrank to pinpoints!
She was a stunning woman who looked to be in her twenties, dressed in a pristine white gown. Her long hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her skin was as fair as snow. Her beauty could topple kingdoms; every frown and smile was enough to drive any man in the world wild.
Most importantly, the aura she gave off...
Pure, warm, divine—as if she were the Goddess of Light descended into the mortal realm. She made people want to kneel and worship her.
This...
This was...
"Oh, young Long Xiaoyao~"
Lin Feng drawled, his lazy voice carrying a hint of teasing.
"Did you lose this Light Ye Xishui, brimming with divine radiance?"
Long Xiaoyao's body trembled violently.
So alike!
Too alike!
Wasn't this exactly how she had looked when he first saw that innocent, carefree young woman at the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament?
She had been just like this, her eyes filled with hopeful dreams for the world.
It was a first meeting he could never forget.
For an instant, Long Xiaoyao almost blurted out an acknowledgment.
But...
He looked at that "Light Ye Xishui," then remembered the woman who had just stepped into the basin, her eyes full of madness and resolve.
The beauty of his memories was only a memory, after all.
He drew a deep breath, suppressed the stirring in his heart, and managed a hoarse reply as he shook his head.
"...No, that's not her."
At that, Lin Feng's face broke into an amused smile.
"Oh?"
He flicked his wrist, and "Light Ye Xishui" vanished like an illusion, falling back into the river.
Then he raised the fishing rod again.
"Whoosh!"
This time, the one he reeled in was also a young-looking Ye Xishui.
She had the same breathtaking face, but now it held a bewitching, almost sinister allure. Her tight black dress accentuated every curve of her fiery figure.
The aura she gave off was even more terrifying and more purely evil than that of the Ye Xishui of the present!
It sent a chill down even Long Xiaoyao's spine!
"Then..."
Lin Feng's voice rang out again.
"Did you lose this 'Dark Ye Xishui'?"
Long Xiaoyao's face turned pale.
This Ye Xishui was undoubtedly closer to the woman he knew now—she could even be called the ultimate amplification of the desires and wicked thoughts within her heart.
But...
What appeared in Long Xiaoyao's mind was the occasional hint of vulnerability and dependence Ye Xishui had shown when she was with him.
The "Dark Ye Xishui" before him was powerful and alluring.
But in the end, she still wasn't the person he loved.
"...That's not her either."
Long Xiaoyao closed his eyes and gave his answer once more.
Lin Feng chuckled and tossed "Dark Ye Xishui" back into the river.
For the third time, he raised the fishing rod.
"Whoosh."
This time, the one he reeled in wasn't a young, beautiful woman.
It was a woman with a haggard face and gray-white hair.
It was the original Ye Xishui, who had just disappeared.
In terms of age, appearance, and strength, she was far inferior to the other two.
Yet the instant Long Xiaoyao saw her, the eyes in which he had kept his feelings suppressed welled with irrepressible love and tenderness.
Beauty faded, and youth passed.
But the bond etched into the depths of the soul would never change.
This was the woman who had weathered a century of storms by his side.
This was the beloved he had spent his life protecting.
"Oh, young Long Xiaoyao~"
"Did you lose this Ye Xishui, who is neither young nor pretty, and is even very weak?"
There was something strangely meaningful in Lin Feng's voice.
This time, Long Xiaoyao didn't hesitate at all.
He opened his eyes and looked at the truest Ye Xishui with unwavering conviction, then nodded firmly.
"Yes!"
"It's her!"
One word, delivered with resounding certainty.
Hearing his answer, Lin Feng's smile grew even brighter.
He snapped his fingers.
"Good. To reward you for your honesty..."
"I'll give you all three Ye Xishuis."
As soon as he finished speaking,
the mysterious river and Lin Feng on the bluestone vanished without warning, just as they had appeared.
At the same time, all three Ye Xishuis landed on the floor of the room.
The original Ye Xishui shook her head, and the clarity gradually returned to her eyes.
The instant Light Ye Xishui and Dark Ye Xishui hit the floor, a terrifying light flashed in their eyes!
They moved almost simultaneously!
BOOM!!!
A deafening crash rang out as two terrifying, utterly different forces tore through the walls of the mansion!
One figure, clad in white, and another, clad in black, shot into the night sky above Mingdu and vanished in an instant.
Even as an aftershock, the fleeting surge of powerful Soul Power made even Long Xiaoyao, a Limit Douluo, shudder.
He stared blankly at the two gaping holes, then at Ye Xishui beside him, who looked utterly bewildered. A wry smile crept across his face.
Though he hadn't spoken with the other two Ye Xishuis, he knew just from that brief surge of Soul Power—and from comparing Mu Xuan's personality with Mu En's—that Light Ye Xishui and Dark Ye Xishui would definitely turn the entire Douluo world upside down.
He wondered whether the other two Ye Xishuis also had a talent for Soul Tools. If they did... then the continent would likely face even greater despair.
Long Xiaoyao's gaze fell on Ye Xishui. The madness in her eyes hadn't faded, and her lips curled into a smile. She had felt that aura just now, too.
Go on, go on—make this damn world as chaotic as possible!
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