“Ah Xian?”
Yu Xian stood beneath the altar scattered with divine relics. That name struck him like a rusted blade that had been left untouched for three thousand years—piercing straight into the deepest part of his fifty-year-old soul.
In his mind, the fragmented memories he had long dismissed as “reincarnation side effects” or “malicious implants from Jiang Ziya” suddenly converged like a violent blizzard.
A battlefield—on the banks of the Wei River.
Not the stone slab where the old man once sat in his dreams, but a shattered world with skies torn open in countless cracks.
He saw himself—wearing coarse hemp clothes, younger, wilder, and far more arrogant than he was now.
In his hand was not the metal staff, but a bamboo rod radiating chaotic primal energy.
Beside him stood the woman in red, using half her life’s cultivation to carve out a forbidden zone called “Investiture of the Gods.”
“You… Little Red?”
The words escaped Yu Xian’s mouth before he could stop them, his voice trembling slightly.
In the air, the red-dressed woman’s cold smile softened with helpless affection.
“Three thousand years, and your naming sense is still as annoying as ever.”
Before her voice faded—
A giant claw tore through the spatial rift above the hall.
It was bluish-gray, dripping corrosive mucus between its fingers. Each nail looked like a towering mountain, crushing dimensional boundaries as it struck toward the red-clothed woman.
“Target identified. Erasure protocol initiated.”
A cold mechanical voice echoed across the void.
This was no longer the earlier low-level entity.
This was a demon general.
“Move!”
Yu Xian roared.
He stopped holding back.
The dark-red vertical mark in his palm exploded instantly, blood pouring out—not just staining his hand, but forming a massive blood net in midair.
“I’ve been fishing my whole life…”
“Today I’m catching something big!”
He shot upward.
The metal rod in his hand stretched infinitely, the magnetic fluid at its tip solidifying into a massive, crystalline fishhook engraved with dark-gold runes.
“Get out!”
He swung it violently into the palm of the giant claw.
Squelch!
The sound of tearing fabric echoed—like reality itself was being ripped apart.
“Ah Xian, don’t force it—you haven’t recovered your full—”
The red-dressed woman’s warning was cut off as Yu Xian stomped onto the altar formed by the 108 relics.
Using their resonance, he yanked hard.
BOOM!
The entire capital sank three centimeters.
Deep within the crack, a hundred-meter-tall monster was forcibly dragged into view.
Covered in bone armor, with over a hundred eyeballs rotating independently—it roared as half its body was pulled into this world.
“W-What is that…” Old Li muttered, collapsing in shock.
“That is not a creature,” the red woman said softly, placing a hand on Yu Xian’s shoulder. “It is a vanguard of the Outer Demons—‘Hundred-Eyed Giant Spirit.’ It harvests fear from this world.”
All its eyes turned simultaneously toward Yu Xian.
Hundreds of purple-black death beams fired instantly.
“Mr. Yu!!” Chu Feng shouted desperately.
But Yu Xian didn’t move.
He only exhaled gently.
That breath turned into white ripples in midair, dissolving all attacks effortlessly.
“Long-range attacks?”
He tilted his neck.
“I taught by Old Jiang himself—where there’s fish, there’s a hook.”
“This entire capital… this entire planet… is now inside my fishing pond.”
“You’re messing in my pond?”
His gaze turned cold—godlike.
With one hand, he clenched.
All 108 relics shattered instantly, transforming into pure energy that converged into his palm.
He slammed it into the rod.
“Die.”
The rod erupted into a dark-golden spear of light that pierced the heavens.
It struck the monster’s forehead.
CRACK—
The Hundred-Eyed Giant Spirit shattered inch by inch, disintegrating into light particles—then was devoured by the Sealing God List in Yu Xian’s palm.
The spatial rift closed violently.
Silence returned.
Yu Xian gasped heavily, blood dripping from his palm.
“Is… it over?” Wang Da Fu whispered.
Yu Xian didn’t answer.
He turned to the red-dressed woman.
Her body had become semi-transparent.
She gently touched his face.
“Ah Xian, this is only a projection. My true body is beneath the Return-to-Void. Jiang Ziya left you the heaviest burden… and left me the harshest chain.”
She smiled sadly.
“I have to go back. The formation core needs me.”
“Go back my ass!”
Yu Xian suddenly roared.
He grabbed her wrist—though it was nothing but illusion.
“I don’t remember who you were three thousand years ago.”
“But this life—you are the red-clothed girl Su Xi talks about.”
“And the guardian of my fishing spot!”
“If Jiang Ziya wants to play righteousness, let him play alone.”
“I’m done with this game.”
He turned sharply to Old Li.
“I need a favor.”
Old Li bowed deeply.
“Please speak. China will commit everything.”
“I don’t need the nation. I need a net.”
Yu Xian pointed at the altar.
“All the relic fragments from those foreign countries? Not enough.”
“I want every mythological relic in the world. Every ruin. Every broken stone from three thousand years ago.”
“Bring them all here.”
“I’m going to drain the entire world’s waters and fish it dry.”
His voice was absolute madness.
“Wang Fei! Your concert doesn’t stop.”
“You sing.”
“Loudly.”
“Use your voice as bait. Pull every hidden fish in the dimensional cracks onto land.”
Yu Xian looked up at the repaired sky.
“A three-thousand-year game?”
“Jiang Ziya… I’m done playing.”
Far away, above the Return-to-Void Sea in the Pacific.
A massive bronze bell emerged from the ocean floor.
DONG——!
The bell rang.
Across the entire world, every human heard an ancient voice:
“The fish… has broken the hook.”
Back in Beijing.
A golden thread emerged from Yu Xian’s palm, extending infinitely—linking every person in the hall.
In his mind, something changed.
Every street, every river, every breath became a floating fishing bob.
“If all of you want to be fish…”
He smiled faintly.
“Then I’ll show you what it means—freedom of all beings under the frost of heaven.”
He lifted Su Xi.
“Don’t be afraid. Uncle will bring your red-dressed sister back.”
Step.
His pink slipper blossomed into a dark red lotus.
And Yu Xian vanished.
Leaving behind only stunned silence…
And the endless echo of the Return-to-Void Bell across the world.
Discussion
Comments
0 comments so far.
Sign in to join the conversation and keep your activity tied to this account.
No comments yet. Start the conversation.