Chapter 504
484 The Source of Truth
Chapter 504, Section 484: The Source of Truth
The God of Miracles, of course, didn't believe a single word the long worm said.
It is a star with six points. The more points a star has, the smarter it is. A six-pointed star is not so easy to fool.
The purple light appeared and disappeared silently in the deep darkness, then vanished in an instant.
The god of miracles has concealed his presence, leaving only occasional fleeting traces of purple light.
The humans below continued to walk extremely slowly, almost as if they had sunk into a dreamless meditation.
Xie Yan walked very lightly, her expression blank, and although her eyes were open, they seemed to reflect no form of existence.
That is why the monsters lurking in the shadows never truly turned their attention to this elusive traveler.
A road silently unfolded beneath her feet.
The road surface, like a frozen night, carried her slowly forward.
"despair……"
A very light footstep sounded, and the road forked at the end.
Two equally dark paths stretched out in different directions.
Xie Yan stopped, her gaze still unfocused, as if staring at some distant, empty void.
The six-pointed star, suspended high in the sky, suddenly focused its light on a fixed outline.
It remembered the chief's instructions—
This person must be safely returned to where she belongs. But at this fork in the road, the left leads to the palace of original sin, where the echoes of all the sins and chaos of the world are settled, while the right points to the source of truth, clear yet unfathomable.
If she steps onto the left, it will be like falling into a vortex from which there is no turning back.
The six-pointed star paused for a moment, preparing to transform into human form and step forward to dissuade them—
However, at that moment, Xie Yan paused very slightly.
In the void, a calm yet invisible voice directly seeped into her consciousness:
[Xie Yan, go to the right.]
She did not respond or look around, but simply followed the voice's guidance, slowly turning to the right and walking towards the source of truth.
The god of miracles suddenly became alert, and his starlight-filled gaze turned to a certain point in the void.
There, a neatly tangled ball of gray yarn floated silently.
The two gods gazed at each other in silence.
One belongs to the Truth faction, the other comes from the Order of Death.
They had little to talk about, as they were of different races and followed different laws, so they didn't exchange words but simply glanced at each other.
Then the ball of yarn silently faded into the void, as if it had never existed.
The god of miracles did not linger; with a faint purple light, he followed the path leading to truth.
……
"despair……"
Footsteps echoed softly on the illusory path.
Xie Yan walked forward along the seemingly living path beneath her feet, passing through layer after layer of thick darkness, until finally, at the edge of her vision, she caught a faint glimmer of light.
She walked toward the light, stepping into a vast and indescribable realm.
There is no sky, no earth, only a constantly shifting and overlapping illusion.
The scene resembled layers upon layers of semi-transparent curtains, overlapping and permeating each other.
Xie Yan stood among them and saw countless blurry figures, broken fragments, and fleeting glimpses of light from different worlds, silently passing through her body.
It was as if she were the non-existent phantom.
Time is completely out of order here, beginnings and endings intertwine, birth and annihilation coexist.
The road beneath her feet quietly turned into quicksand, fine and lukewarm.
Xie Yan hesitated before stepping into the sand.
The yellow sand rolled up to her ankles, and she saw a small figure dressed in plain black and white clothes, standing alone by the gate of a solemn mansion.
The girl looked up, her gaze blankly fixed on the lintel—where two heads hung, their blood congealed, their features still faintly discernible.
The girl's lips moved, her voice trembling:
"The Imperial Advisor... shouldn't be the Imperial Advisor..."
Before the words were finished, the quicksand suddenly surged, engulfing the small figure. Immediately afterward, a couple emerged from the same door.
The mother held the swaddled baby in her arms, her face radiant with the tender glow of new motherhood. She turned her head to smile softly at her husband, her voice full of anticipation:
"I hope our daughter will become the most outstanding national advisor in the future."
The illusion of yellow sand quietly receded, like the tide receding.
Xie Yan pulled herself out of that accidental glimpse into someone else's life, and the ground beneath her feet had become a hard asphalt road.
There was blood on the road; dark red liquid gushed and spread, seeping into every crevice.
She continued walking forward, stepping on the damp, dark ground.
The bloodstains faded and diluted with her steps, eventually disappearing completely at the end of the road.
The road has been completely renovated, with wildflowers blooming on both sides and birds chirping sweetly among the branches.
An almost tranquil illusion enveloped her.
Then she looked up and froze.
Before her stood the doorway of her home, a place she knew all too well.
The old-fashioned security door has remnants of the "Fu" character (福, meaning good fortune) that weren't completely removed during last year's Spring Festival pasted on the door frame.
Everything felt so real that it gave her a slight tremor.
Xie Yan reached out and rang the doorbell.
"Here I am!"
Light footsteps could be heard coming from inside the house.
The door opened, and her mother stood in the doorway, taking the schoolbag from her shoulder with perfect ease.
"So late today? Go change your shoes."
The sound of stir-frying came from the kitchen. The father leaned out, a spatula in his hand, a broad smile on his face.
"Ayan's back? We're having braised prawns tonight! Go wash your hands, we'll start eating when your brother gets back!"
Xie Yan's eyes widened.
The world fell silent for a moment.
She looked at her parents' vibrant faces, the warm yellow light in the room, and the bowls and chopsticks set on the dining table—everything she had longed for so intensely in the dead of night was now perfectly presented before her.
"Dad...Mom..."
She was sobbing uncontrollably and could barely stand.
"I've come to find you... I've finally come to heaven to find you..."
The mother paused for a moment, then chuckled and reached out to wipe away the tears on her face.
"What nonsense are you talking about, kid? Are you too tired from studying?"
Xie Yan could no longer hear anything anyone said.
She threw herself into her mother's arms, her cries filled with long-suppressed despair and the intense pain of regaining what she had lost.
Through my tears, my parents' faces became clearer and clearer, as clear as a gentle yet cruel slow slicing.
Above the void, the six-pointed star silently watched this scene.
Purple starlight flowed slowly between its edges, flickering uncertainly, as if brewing something.
The light gradually brightened, becoming as abundant as breath—
But just as it reached its brightest moment, it suddenly went out and quickly dimmed.
The god of miracles silently floated in the void.
"Miracles" can only achieve things beyond theory.
As for resurrecting the dead... in human understanding, this is an absolutely impossible taboo.
But this is outside the realm, a gap where the rules of the gods intertwine.
In the hands of certain higher deities, closer to the "origin," the boundary between life and death may indeed be blurred, or even reversed.
Precisely because this possibility truly exists within certain laws, it slips away from the realm of miracles.
And so the miracle failed.
For the first time, the mighty God of Miracles felt so frustrated. Its light patterns rippled slightly, and it could only continue to float and wait.