A Shadow Knocks on the Door of the New Universe
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In the new village built from the ashes of ancient fates, where children play with ageless butterflies of light and a black sun peers down like a giant, tireless eye, the villagers heard a strange whisper rise from the depths of the earth. It sounded like a wounded wolf calling out from behind the veil of time. They couldn't place it, but the new "Lian Hua," bearer of the infant with heterochromatic eyes, felt a chill she knew all too well... That sound belonged to a dead world.
That night, while rocking her baby beneath a tree of blue crystal, she saw a tall shadow standing at the village's edge. The shadow held a sword made of glowing bone, and his ashen eyes burned like forgotten stars. She didn't need to see his face... She knew who he was.
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The First Encounter: The Wolf Who Emerged from Time's Grave
Lang Xian stood before her, but he was not as she remembered. His body was semi-transparent like mist, his clothes tattered and bearing symbols from worlds that no longer existed. His eyes held a depth that belonged neither to man nor god.
Lian Hua: (voice trembling like an autumn leaf)
"How…? You d—"
Lang Xian: (whispering like wind brushing her ear)
"Death is not the end for one who carries divine blood... It's the back door."
The infant in her arms began to cry, a golden tear rolling from his black eye. Lang Xian reached out, touched the tear, and it turned into a black butterfly that fluttered toward the stars.
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The Terrifying Revelation: The Immortal Wolf Didn't Die... He Shattered
Lang Xian told her that his death had been a cosmic deception. When he sacrificed himself in the old world, his soul splintered into thousands of fragments, each one lodging itself in a different universe. But something had begun to draw them back together... the child.
Lang Xian: (gazing at the infant, eyes overflowing with ancient pain)
"His blood… it binds the light of Lian and the darkness of Heilaion. He is the magnet that reassembled me."
Lian Hua held the child tighter, but she noticed something strange: a new symbol had appeared on the baby's forehead… the same one that was on Lang Xian's pendant.
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The First Invasion: Shadows of the Dead Universes
Before they could speak further, the sky tore open like a bleeding wound, spilling out creatures—hybrids of wolves and shadows. These beings resembled distorted versions of Lang Xian himself, with golden eyes and melting, wax-like bodies.
Lang Xian: (unsheathing his bone sword, glowing with black light)
"They are my lost fragments… I've come to reclaim them."
A brutal battle erupted. Lang Xian fought with the same ferocity Lian Hua remembered from ancient tales—but he was slower, as if bound by invisible chains.
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The Final Secret: The Child Is the Cage
At the height of the battle, Lian Hua uncovered a terrifying truth: every time Lang Xian destroyed a shadow, a part of the child's light dimmed. The symbol on the baby's forehead gleamed a darker hue with each fallen shadow.
Lian Hua: (screaming as she shields the child with her body)
"Stop! You're killing him!"
Lang Xian hesitated for a moment—but the shadows seized the chance and lunged. At the last second, Lian Hua leapt in front of him, taking the blow meant for him.
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The Sacrifice That Changed the Rules: The Mother Who Became a Legend
Lian Hua fell to the ground, her golden blood (inherited from Jin) soaking into the village soil. The baby wailed with a cry that shattered the silence of the cosmos, his black tears turning into thunderclouds that devoured the shadows.
Lang Xian: (holding her in his arms, voice cracking)
"Why…? I didn't deserve to be saved."
Lian Hua: (with a final smile)
"But he… does."
She pointed to the child, who now radiated a pure white light, dissolving the remnants of the darkness.
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Open Ending: The Wolf Who Became a Shepherd
With Lian Hua's death, Lang Xian transformed into something new. The child's white light washed over his shadowy fragments, restoring a piece of his lost humanity. Now, carrying the boy—who was growing at an unnerving pace—he stands at the edge of the new universe, gazing into the still-open rifts of time.
Lang Xian: (whispering to the now six-year-old child)
"We'll seal these cracks together… But first, you must learn how to hold a sword."
The child reached out his small hand, and in it began to form a dagger of both light and darkness.
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And in a distant village where fates are being rewoven, a woman who resembled the old Lian Hua heard a whisper in the wind:
"The immortal wolf has returned… but this time, he has a reason to live."