The barrier was never meant to last.It flickered—thin strands of soul-light unraveling in the wind, each thread…
The barrier shattered. Ji Ling stumbled forward the instant it weakened, his breath uneven, his hands shaking so violently he could barely stand. When he reached her, she was already falling. “A’Wu—!”
He caught her just before she hit the ground, pulling her into his arms as if he could hold her together by sheer will alone. Her body was light—too light—as though pieces of her were already slipping away. Her blood stained his hands. His vision blurred.
“Why…” His voice broke, trembling against the silence. “Why did you do this? Why?” He tightened his hold, as if loosening it would mean losing her completely. “Why are you destroying your primordial spirit?!” Lu Wu Yi lifted her hand—weak, trembling—and touched his face. Even now, she was smiling.
“A’Ji…” Her voice was soft, barely more than breath. “I know… you’ve turned back time… again and again… to save me.” His shoulders shook. He couldn’t deny it. Every timeline. Every ending. Every desperate attempt— —all of them had led here.
“But every time,” she continued, her bloodied fingers brushing against his cheek, “it ends the same. Jiu Ying cannot die… if I do not.” “No!” Ji Ling’s voice cracked into a scream. “Then it shouldn’t be you! It was never meant to be you!” His grip tightened, almost desperate. “It’s not worth it!”
Her gaze softened, filled with a quiet, unwavering certainty. “It is worth it,” she said gently. “To save the world… and to save you.” A tear slipped from the corner of her eye. “One life of mine… for countless others… how could that not be worth it?”
Ji Ling shook his head, tears falling uncontrollably now. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” His voice collapsed into itself. “But if you hadn’t destroyed your primordial spirit, we could have tried again. I would have tried again! So why… why did you do this to me?” Her hand lingered against his face, as if memorizing him.
“Because, A’Ji…” she whispered, her voice breaking for the first time, “I wanted to save you.” He froze. “I remember too,” she said softly. “Every time you turned back the clock… every time you watched me die.” Her fingers trembled. “How many times must you endure that pain… before you finally break?”
“I don’t care!” he cried hoarsely. “I’ll go through it a thousand times if it means you live! So please—stay… A’Wu, please… I can’t lose you.” Her smile was faint now, fading like the last light of dusk. “A’Ji… let me go.” “No!”
“I love you,” she said, each word softer than the last, yet heavier than anything he had ever heard. “And it is because I love you… that I cannot let you remain trapped in that endless cycle.” His grip faltered.
“For every lifetime you chose me,” she continued, her voice barely holding on, “I have chosen you in return.” Her hand slipped slightly from his cheek. “And in every one of them… I fell in love with you again.” Ji Ling’s breath shattered.
“So I am content,” she whispered. “To have loved you… and to be loved by you.” Her eyes began to dim. “A’Ji… if there is another life…” A faint, fragile smile touched her lips. “Let us be mortals. No burdens. No fate. Just… you and me.” Her hand fell “Please… for my sake… be happy…” “A’Wu—!”
Her breath faded into nothing. And in that moment— so did the world. Ji Ling’s scream tore through the ancient city, echoing across shattered walls and silent skies, a sound so raw it felt as though even time itself recoiled. Because this time— there would be no turning back. And the one he loved…was truly gone.
Hi guys! I made some fanfic to cope with the wait, please scroll if you don't want to read it 😄, I made it…
The barrier was never meant to last.
It flickered—thin strands of soul-light unraveling in the wind, each thread a piece of Lu Wu Yi that would never return. Beyond it, the world had already begun to collapse. The sky was torn open, black flames devouring the horizon as Jiu Ying writhed in fury.
And at the center of it all—Lu Wu Yi stood alone. Her robes were drenched in blood, her breath uneven, yet her gaze remained steady. The forbidden power churned violently inside her, tearing through flesh and spirit alike. It was never meant for a mortal vessel— So she became something else.
She lifted her hands slowly, fingers trembling as ancient sigils burned into existence around her. “If the heavens will not contain you…” she whispered, her voice shaking but resolute, “then I will.” Far in the distance, Ji Ling’s voice broke through the chaos. “A’WU—DON’T!” But she did not turn back. Instead, she took one step forward—and let the power consume her completely. Light erupted.
Her body shattered into countless fragments of golden radiance, not destroyed, but transformed. Her flesh became the vessel, her meridians the chains, her very soul the seal that wrapped around Jiu Ying as it lunged toward her. The beast screamed, thrashing violently as it was dragged into her collapsing form.
“No—NO—!” But Lu Wu Yi only closed her eyes. And embraced it. The light tightened. Her body reformed for a fleeting moment—just long enough to contain it all—before the explosion of power surged inward instead of outward, compressing everything into her fragile frame. A vessel. A prison. A sacrifice. When the light finally faded, Jiu Ying was gone.
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He caught her just before she hit the ground, pulling her into his arms as if he could hold her together by sheer will alone. Her body was light—too light—as though pieces of her were already slipping away. Her blood stained his hands. His vision blurred.
“Why…” His voice broke, trembling against the silence. “Why did you do this? Why?” He tightened his hold, as if loosening it would mean losing her completely. “Why are you destroying your primordial spirit?!” Lu Wu Yi lifted her hand—weak, trembling—and touched his face. Even now, she was smiling.
“A’Ji…” Her voice was soft, barely more than breath. “I know… you’ve turned back time… again and again… to save me.” His shoulders shook. He couldn’t deny it.
Every timeline. Every ending. Every desperate attempt— —all of them had led here.
“But every time,” she continued, her bloodied fingers brushing against his cheek, “it ends the same. Jiu Ying cannot die… if I do not.” “No!” Ji Ling’s voice cracked into a scream. “Then it shouldn’t be you! It was never meant to be you!” His grip tightened, almost desperate. “It’s not worth it!”
Her gaze softened, filled with a quiet, unwavering certainty. “It is worth it,” she said gently. “To save the world… and to save you.” A tear slipped from the corner of her eye. “One life of mine… for countless others… how could that not be worth it?”
Ji Ling shook his head, tears falling uncontrollably now. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” His voice collapsed into itself. “But if you hadn’t destroyed your primordial spirit, we could have tried again. I would have tried again! So why… why did you do this to me?” Her hand lingered against his face, as if memorizing him.
“Because, A’Ji…” she whispered, her voice breaking for the first time, “I wanted to save you.” He froze. “I remember too,” she said softly. “Every time you turned back the clock… every time you watched me die.” Her fingers trembled. “How many times must you endure that pain… before you finally break?”
“I don’t care!” he cried hoarsely. “I’ll go through it a thousand times if it means you live! So please—stay… A’Wu, please… I can’t lose you.” Her smile was faint now, fading like the last light of dusk. “A’Ji… let me go.” “No!”
“I love you,” she said, each word softer than the last, yet heavier than anything he had ever heard. “And it is because I love you… that I cannot let you remain trapped in that endless cycle.” His grip faltered.
“For every lifetime you chose me,” she continued, her voice barely holding on, “I have chosen you in return.” Her hand slipped slightly from his cheek. “And in every one of them… I fell in love with you again.” Ji Ling’s breath shattered.
“So I am content,” she whispered. “To have loved you… and to be loved by you.” Her eyes began to dim. “A’Ji… if there is another life…” A faint, fragile smile touched her lips. “Let us be mortals. No burdens. No fate. Just… you and me.” Her hand fell “Please… for my sake… be happy…” “A’Wu—!”
Her breath faded into nothing. And in that moment— so did the world. Ji Ling’s scream tore through the ancient city, echoing across shattered walls and silent skies, a sound so raw it felt as though even time itself recoiled. Because this time—
there would be no turning back. And the one he loved…was truly gone.
It flickered—thin strands of soul-light unraveling in the wind, each thread a piece of Lu Wu Yi that would never return. Beyond it, the world had already begun to collapse. The sky was torn open, black flames devouring the horizon as Jiu Ying writhed in fury.
And at the center of it all—Lu Wu Yi stood alone. Her robes were drenched in blood, her breath uneven, yet her gaze remained steady. The forbidden power churned violently inside her, tearing through flesh and spirit alike. It was never meant for a mortal vessel— So she became something else.
She lifted her hands slowly, fingers trembling as ancient sigils burned into existence around her. “If the heavens will not contain you…” she whispered, her voice shaking but resolute, “then I will.” Far in the distance, Ji Ling’s voice broke through the chaos. “A’WU—DON’T!”
But she did not turn back. Instead, she took one step forward—and let the power consume her completely. Light erupted.
Her body shattered into countless fragments of golden radiance, not destroyed, but transformed. Her flesh became the vessel, her meridians the chains, her very soul the seal that wrapped around Jiu Ying as it lunged toward her.
The beast screamed, thrashing violently as it was dragged into her collapsing form.
“No—NO—!” But Lu Wu Yi only closed her eyes. And embraced it. The light tightened.
Her body reformed for a fleeting moment—just long enough to contain it all—before the explosion of power surged inward instead of outward, compressing everything into her fragile frame. A vessel. A prison. A sacrifice. When the light finally faded, Jiu Ying was gone.
And so was she— almost.
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Its brief, but the chemistry? 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 my NingQian ❤️