Chapter 8
On the way to the SeaOfWishes, LingShu tells me what came after.
Secrets I never knew.
He speaks quietly.
"He agreed to guard the SeaOfWishes not only for the people."
"Most of all... for you."
His eyes still hold that same fatherly warmth.
"In every reincarnation, the DivineLord exhausts himself choosing the safest, wealthiest families for you."
"He only wants you happy and safe in every life—that's why he keeps holding the worlds together."
As DivineLord, he can only guide where I begin.
He cannot touch what comes after—so he chooses with endless care.
Until my last life, in that modern world.
I love it there.
Before I die, I wish to keep those memories.
QiYaoheng hears me.
He spends immense cultivation to lock them in place.
That's why I always believe I am a transmigrator from the modern world.
Tears pour down. Pain clutches my chest.
He was so foolish.
"So the StarfallPastry... that was him too?" I choke out.
LingShu nods.
No matter how many lives, I always crave that taste.
He uses StarfallPastry to draw me to DivineCapital.
Just to be closer. To see me, even if I don't remember.
...
"Ten thousand years of missing you, of guilt—it all becomes his HeartDemon."
"Fed every day by the SeaOfWishes' filth, it grows monstrous."
LingShu continues.
"Of the three wishes chosen by heaven, only yours comes from a true heart. Only yours carries real blessing."
"The wish you gave the DivineLord could have suppressed his HeartDemon."
"But he gave it up."
Another sigh.
QiYaoheng uses that once-in-a-millennium blessing to tear away part of his divine soul and form an avatar.
On the first day of school, he comes to my side. Starts over with me.
He feeds me priceless supplements, cleanses my marrow, builds my foundation.
That final plate of StarfallPastry?
It is his entire origin.
"That StarfallPastry was the DivineLord tearing his own divine soul apart. Every piece cut his heart, severed his soul."
LingShu closes his eyes. Tears slide down.
"The SeaOfWishes is collapsing. The DivineLord is spent. Only by offering himself can he buy another ten thousand years."
"Before he fades, he is using his last strength to clear your path."
"To give you power enough... to live."
Tears blur everything.
I scrub my face hard, nails biting into my palms to steady myself.
This is no time to break. We have to reach the SeaOfWishes.
QiYaoheng never imagines that the StarfallPastry forged from his soul would hold his deepest memories.
I eat it. Break through to Nascent Soul.
And everything comes back.
We fight through raging demonic currents and reach the heart of the SeaOfWishes.
It is an apocalyptic furnace.
QiYaoheng stands at the deepest point.
He is no longer the cold youth, no longer the majestic DivineLord.
Bone-deep cracks laced with black-red light cover his nearly transparent body.
His divine glow has dimmed to almost nothing—like he could vanish any moment.
"QiYaoheng—!"
I scream with every ounce of strength.
"If you fucking die, I'll follow right behind and bury myself with you!"