In the center of the sea of flowers, the woman reading aloud suddenly stopped. Her face, veiled in a pale purple gauze, remained obscured, her true features hidden. Only her eyes, seemingly piercing through eternity, shone with an indescribable radiance upon Qin Yu. In that instant, heaven and earth seemed to stand still, petals froze in mid-air, light flowed halted, and even time itself seemed to freeze under her gaze.
Kong Ling voice echoed slowly, as if whispering from billions of years ago, "You possess an aura of Fate-Cause I have never seen before... It should not be here."
Qin Yu's mind jolted, and a chill ran down his spine. He felt that the woman's gaze was not directed at a person, but rather penetrated him, reaching the depths of his consciousness, and even seemed to be peering into the foundation of Azure Ring and the Fate Soul of Annihilation. The feeling was as if the very origin of heaven and earth was scrutinizing him, bringing an irresistible sense of oppression.
Hong Xiuxiang sensed something amiss and immediately stepped forward, her spiritual light protecting her as she warily watched the woman in the sea of flowers. However, the woman merely lowered her head slightly, her slender fingers turning another page of the ancient book. The starlight emanating from the book, like specks of Annihilation light, showered upon her, making her appear even more mysterious and untouchable.
Then, her voice rang out again, soft and deep, like an ancient bell striking the soul. "Outsiders, how have you managed to reach this place? The Realm of the Flower Sea is the source of the echoes of destiny. Only those chosen by cause and effect can ever step into it."
Qin Yu was shaken and was about to speak when he suddenly discovered that a wisp of Azure Ring light was uncontrollably vibrating deep within his Fate Soul. The light was extremely subtle, as if it were an instinctive response to the woman's voice.
The woman slowly raised her hand, and countless ripples spread through the void. An ancient petal floated in her palm, its surface engraved with unrecognizable patterns that resembled cause and effect, or destiny, shimmering with a mysterious light.
Her voice was low, yet it carried an undeniable declaration. "If you are truly Fate-Cause, then this sea of flowers will bloom a third echo for you. Otherwise, the two of you will be buried forever in this sea of flowers today."
Qin Yu and Hong Xiuxiang stood frozen in place, as the immense brilliance of the sea of flowers suddenly transformed into a vortex, staining the world with an intertwining of dreams and destruction.
Deep within the sea of flowers, a mysterious woman gently waved her slender hand, and in an instant, the world seemed to be reignited.
With a deafening boom, the entire sea of flowers seemed to be struck by an invisible, immense force. Countless billions of blossoms burst into bloom simultaneously, releasing their Ultimate brilliance. Petals then drifted down, like a galactic storm covering the heavens and earth, cascading down from the sky. Each petal radiated a shifting, ever-changing glow; some were like blazing fire, so intense they burned the void; some resembled glacial starlight, so cold they froze cause and effect; and others were crystal clear, carrying a dreamlike, pale purple mist, as if a wondrous light overflowing from the depths of a fantasy realm.
The sky completely lost its original color, swallowed by the radiance of the petals, transforming into a boundless, dreamlike firmament. The billions of petals cascaded down like a waterfall, their fall causing a distortion and tremor in space and time, as if splitting the entire world into fragments, between which countless dazzling rainbows shimmered.
Each falling petal carried a deep, resonant sound, as if chanting ancient mantras of heaven and earth. The sounds merged together, transforming into a soul-stirring tide—like billions of cultivators chanting scriptures simultaneously, unleashing an irresistible pressure.
Qin Yu and Hong Xiuxiang felt the heavens and earth roar, the ground beneath their feet turned into streams of light, and the falling petals could even cut through space, causing cracks to appear in the void; and within the cracks, a chaotic torrent of time faintly emanated, as if they could completely erase their existence at any moment.
However, what is even more breathtaking is the spectacle created by the falling petals: they are not chaotic in the air, but rather form an order, surrounding the woman and piecing together a huge "Flower Sea Heavenly Diagram". Countless rays of light intertwine, like gods writing the scriptures of cause and effect in the void, extremely magnificent and beautiful enough to inspire awe, yet carrying an aura of destruction that can suffocate any soul.
Amidst this tsunami of billions of petals, the woman sat motionless, like the true ruler of the flower sea. Her figure, illuminated by countless lights and shadows, appeared ever more unattainable. Her Kong Ling voice slowly returned, resounding throughout heaven and earth. "This is the Flower Sea Judgment. Those who survive this tribulation are qualified to continue their destiny; those who fail will return to the petals, forever Silent Void."
In the Petal World, the light and shadow of heaven and earth suddenly shifted, no longer the cold collapse of fate and the shattered shadows of dreams, but a beautiful illusion unfolding like a scroll of poetry.
The Petal World where Qin Yu resides.
The azure wasteland beneath his feet transformed in an instant into a boundless sea of stars, billions of stars undulating like waves, slowly outlining a path of light for him to follow. The starlight was gentle, yet carried an indescribable romantic atmosphere; each step he took felt like writing his own epic chapter. In the distance, a silver river hung upside down in the sky, its flow not of water, but of countless pale blue-white "petals of Fate Soul," each petal carrying a faint melody, as if the entire universe was softly singing for him.
The wind from the starry sea blew by, transforming into gentle floral whispers that surrounded his ears. There was no oppression, no fear, only destiny inviting him to dance. As he reached out, starlight, like butterflies, flocked to him, swirling around him and painting a romantic stage that belonged only to him.
The Petal World where Hong Xiuxiang resides.
She stood on the blood-red lake, only to see the water suddenly crack open, transforming into an endless sea of flowers. Petals bloomed one after another, and countless rainbow arches reflected in the lake appeared. Each bridge led to the softest wish in her heart: a smile exchanged with her companions, the gentle protection of the past, and the unspoken feelings buried deep within her heart.
The lake surface rippled gently, and petals transformed into fluttering butterflies, dancing around her and swirling in the wind, gathering into a dreamlike rain of flowers. These petals landed on her hair and shoulders, turning into delicate specks of light, like tender vows, gently caressing her soul.
A romantic miracle resonated between the two.
At the same moment, Qin Yu and Hong Xiuxiang felt a resonance within them. Although they were separated by different Petal World, they could clearly feel each other's breath and heartbeat, as if the sea of flowers had intertwined their souls into one.
At this moment, countless petals converged, transforming into a magnificent rainbow bridge that spanned their worlds. Qin Yu seemed to hear Hong Xiuxiang's heartfelt words, while Hong Xiuxiang also sensed the determination and tenderness in Qin Yu's eyes.
Heaven and earth did not question them; only fate told them in the most romantic way: only the resonance of their souls could truly open up this Petal World.
In the distance, the mysterious woman's Kong Ling voice rang out again, carrying both gentleness and solemnity:
"The realm of flowers is not tested by hardship, but by a covenant of hearts. Only by walking hand in hand can we leave this realm."
The Petal World continued to bloom, and countless shimmering points of light filled the air. Although Qin Yu and Hong Xiuxiang were in different illusions, they heard each other's innermost thoughts at the same moment. The voice did not come from their ears, but from the depths of their souls.
Qin Yu stretched out his hand, and the Starry Sea Path stretched out beneath his feet. The radiance lifted him up like a tide, leading him step by step toward the "Rainbow Bridge" in the void. With each step, stars around him turned into petals, falling on his hair and shoulders, igniting a tenderness that was almost a vow.
At the same time, Hong Xiuxiang stood on the bridge over the sea of flowers, surrounded by colorful butterflies. She gently raised her hand, and the butterfly shadows gathered, transforming into a gauze dress that enveloped her, making her appear as if a flower goddess had descended to earth. Her eyes shimmered with subtle tears, but there was no sadness in them; instead, there was a firm and gentle feeling, like that of a long-awaited reunion.
As the rainbow bridge fully unfolded amidst the rain of petals, Qin Yu and Hong Xiuxiang finally saw each other. Everything around them seemed to hold its breath at that moment, with only billions of petals cascading from the sky like a galaxy turning into rain.
They slowly approached each other. Hong Xiuxiang's heart pounded like a drum; she knew this was the only choice fate had woven for them. Qin Yu's gaze was deep and resolute as he slowly extended his hand.
Just as their fingertips were about to touch, a distant, melodious floral language suddenly resounded through the heavens and earth, as if the entire universe were singing. Billions of petals suddenly bloomed, colorful butterflies took flight, and rainbow light shone through, creating an eternal fairyland.
Hong Xiuxiang closed her eyes and gently placed her hand in Qin Yu's palm. At that moment, the Petal World completely melted, and their souls seemed to intertwine. Their breaths and heartbeats synchronized invisibly, and a contract was formed silently.
From afar, the mysterious woman's voice rang out again, Kong Ling and far-reaching:
"The flowers have bloomed, the vows have been made. Your hearts will be the only key to this realm."
The Petal World vanished, and the beautiful illusion transformed into endless streams of light, slowly merging into the two of them, as if forever etching this romantic pact into their being.
The Petal World slowly crumbled, and the rain of flowers and the shadows of butterflies in the sky transformed into countless points of light, like smoke and mist, quietly merging into the void. Qin Yu and Hong Xiuxiang slowly walked out of that illusion, and the petal bridge beneath their feet gradually disappeared, leaving only their figures still tightly embracing each other.
Hong Xiuxiang's hand was still held by Qin Yu. She lowered her head slightly, her eyes shimmering, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would leap out of her chest. Her cheeks were flushed with the last rays of the flower rain, like the soft light of the sunset on snow.
She bit her lip gently, not daring to meet Qin Yu's gaze, her voice so low it was almost carried away by the wind. "You... you can't let go..."
Qin Yu was slightly taken aback, his gaze falling on her shy profile, the blush more captivating than any flower petal. At this moment, even amidst the magnificent and mysterious Realm of Primordial Echoes, Hong Xiuxiang remained like an ordinary woman, transforming all her stubbornness, shyness, and determination into this whisper.
The sea of flowers faded, and time and space returned to silence. Only the sound of Hong Xiuxiang's heartbeat echoed in her ears, her slender shoulders trembled slightly, but her delicate hands still stubbornly held Qin Yu's palm.
Qin Yu looked at her, a slight warmth spreading through his heart. He didn't say much, but instead gripped her hand with even firmer strength, his gaze as steady as a mountain.
At this moment, the world was silent, and countless petals had long since vanished, but that shyness and tenderness were forever etched between the two.
Just as the warmth of their clasped hands hadn't dissipated, Qin Yu and Hong Xiuxiang's gazes suddenly jolted. The mysterious woman who had been sitting quietly in the center of the sea of flowers had vanished without a trace, as if she had never existed. The rain of flowers continued to fall slowly, but her aura and figure had completely disappeared, leaving only an indescribable Kong Ling and profound feeling.
Just as doubt began to creep into their hearts, a strange fluctuation suddenly surged from the depths of the sea of flowers—it was a purple-blue flower in the very center of the sea of flowers. It had been quietly blooming along with thousands of petals, but at this moment, it suddenly burst forth with boundless radiance!
In an instant, purple light illuminated the entire sea of flowers, its radiance like an inverted Milky Way. Countless petals were made translucent, presenting a dreamlike spectacle resembling a starry sky. Every inch of the flower sea was pierced by this purple light, and even time seemed to stand still.
Within the light, the petals trembled gently, as if carrying an ancient power that was slowly awakening. The purple was mixed with a faint blue, like the deep sea and the starry sky intertwining, forming an indescribable mysterious rhythm. As the light surged, countless ancient whispers seemed to echo between heaven and earth, as if some supreme secret was hidden deep within the sea of flowers.
Hong Xiuxiang couldn't help but gently grasp Qin Yu's hand, her eyes filled with shock, her cheeks still flushed from the previous blush, yet she was deeply captivated by this mysterious phenomenon. Qin Yu narrowed his eyes, a strange sense of familiarity welling up in his heart, as if the light of the purple-blue flower was pulling at a forgotten thread of fate deep within him.