Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 1084 - 681: Possession

Chapter 1084: Chapter 681: Possession

Falling.

Staring at the ever-diminishing light atop the vault of the heavens, Xu Yuan’s consciousness kept plunging into the pitch-black abyss.

It felt like lying on a sunset beach, the cooling tide steadily rising, wave after wave lapping at his neck.

Something was gradually submerging him.

But based on Xu Yuan’s experience with dying, he figured he wasn’t dead yet.

Death was a state of ignorance and oblivion—a stark, chilling void.

The very ability to think meant he was still alive.

This physical sensation, perhaps, was an abstract manifestation of his duel of devourment with Mu Nuo. Maybe the moment he was fully engulfed by the tide would mark the time Mu Nuo completely consumed him.

Or it could be the reverse.

After all, this devouring process was a mystery to both parties involved.

Xu Yuan had no idea what he ought to do. He couldn’t do anything anyway—he couldn’t even lift a finger. All he could do was passively perceive his surroundings.

If this were an action game, his current experience would undoubtedly qualify as a trash-grade title.

He speculated that this method of devouring and grappling must resolve itself through a battle within the spiritual realm to determine who would be consumed.

Like some Crown Prince fighting Nine Horns in a past-life manga.

The loser is enslaved.

Playing the role of a passive CCTV that keeps staring at the ever-dimming light above really felt too abstract.

The descent seemed endless, and his thoughts spiraled on endlessly, until at some moment, Xu Yuan suddenly sensed something amiss.

He was too calm,

so calm that he felt unexpectedly relaxed.

This shouldn’t be the case.

When facing Emperor Bai, despite remaining composed, he had racked his brain frantically seeking a way out. Yet in this moment of equally dire straits, instead of plotting his escape, he was idly mulling over such thoughts.

As he’d feared—the devouring process had brought about some kind of shift, warping his mind.

But was this shift a subjective construct of Mu Nuo’s will, or an inevitable objective phenomenon during the act of consuming?

As the thought flickered past, a faint, sardonic chuckle stirred within him.

If Mu Nuo had the intelligence to influence his thoughts like this, it wouldn’t have ended up being battered into such a pitiful state by Emperor Bai despite its powerful physical attributes.

The shift in thought was likely an inherent feature of the devouring process.

Which, in turn, meant Mu Nuo might also be undergoing similar changes.

How utterly unfair.

His transformation into calm indifference constituted a weakening, yet for the emotionally volatile little ghost like Mu Nuo, the loss of emotion was an absolute boost in strength.

Grumbling inwardly, Xu Yuan began searching for ways to save himself.

The sensation from transforming the fungal weave into a scarlet ribbon to infiltrate Mu Nuo’s body was still vivid in his memory. This duel of devourment couldn’t be fully automatic—at least, not entirely.

He had to take action.

Though Mu Nuo was in a degraded state, the difference in cultivation between them was still too vast. Staying passive like this, Xu Yuan knew he would inevitably be the one to perish.

Rustle... rustle...

Just as the thought was born, Xu Yuan realized his environment had started to change.

His body continued its descent, yet the abyssal dark interior walls around him began producing glimmers of light, transforming into enormous shadowy portraits surrounding him.

The descent persisted.

When Xu Yuan tried to observe the contents of the massive shadowy murals, they seemed to spring into motion, as though a play button had been pressed.

Within those images,

Xu Yuan saw a feeble Yin Ghost manifesting amid spectral fog alongside a newborn infant.

Confusion.

What were these things?

A reel of memories?

Judging by these foreign scenes, the infant probably wasn’t Xu Changtian.

This was the memory shared between Mu Xingyi and Wan.

Mu Nuo might genuinely be something akin to a flawless lifeform.

All creatures of the world are born without innate knowledge—even the Human Race must study to inherit the wisdom of their ancestors. Yet Mu Nuo could absorb and inherit others’ memories through devouring.

The descent persisted.

Simultaneously, Xu Yuan found the sensation of being submerged by the tide intensifying, though he could only passively endure it.

He watched the two figures grow up in starkly contrasting environments until their paths intertwined and overlapped at a certain moment.

Then,

Xu Yuan saw the encounter, familiarization, and romance between Mu Xingyi and Wan, even witnessing their wedding night.

Watching as he slowly peeled her garments away.

Moved by the joy and affection in the images, Xu Yuan couldn’t help but smile faintly.

But it was at that very moment that calamity struck abruptly.

Both sets of memories began to flicker and distort simultaneously.

What—is even a memory reel subject to censorship?

Mockery flashed through his mind as Xu Yuan noticed the memories morphed into a third sequence after that fateful night, leading to the birth of Mu Nuo. Meanwhile, the surrounding images accelerated, as if someone had hit a fast-forward button in a movie.

At first twofold, then fourfold, eightfold, sixteenfold... until the tempo surged beyond Xu Yuan’s ability to discern.

His body kept plunging, the surrounding shadows wavered like fleeting reflections, yet Xu Yuan inexplicably grasped the narrative unfolding in those images.

It was the daily life of their family of three,

Wan notifying her husband about the child growing within her womb, and the palpable joy mingled with apprehension in Mu Xingyi’s eyes—it all remained vivid to him.

However, as Mu Nuo fully descended upon the world, one part of the imagery turned dark abruptly.

Before plunging into darkness, the last thing Xu Yuan discerned was the cold, indifferent gaze of a richly adorned young man from high above.

For reasons unknown, Xu Yuan developed a hateful contempt towards that familiar face.

This emergence of hatred made Xu Yuan realize what was truly transpiring.

Hating himself—what kind of madness was that?

His earlier conjectures seemed all wrong.

This place appeared to be created by Mu Nuo as part of the possession process attempting to overtake him.

That brat sure had some intriguing designs,

existing in a liminal state between Soul Form and Material Form. Possessing him would indeed be far more efficient than merely devouring him...

But unfortunately, Xu Yuan was immune to possession.

Gazing at the distant light cluster atop the vault, Xu Yuan let out a faint, weary sigh.

He couldn’t guess how much time had passed outside, but he had finally discerned the identity of the massive glowing orb above.

Celestial Fates Divine Soul.

Though incredibly distant, the light cluster’s emanating aura continued purging these invasive emotions. But when Wan died, the surge of hatred had been so potent that even the Celestial Fates Divine Soul had faltered slightly.

Yet only slightly.

As Jiatiange’s Tower Establishment Technique, the Yantian Art was overwhelmingly tyrannical.

The memories concluded, the visuals vanished, and the plunge’s tunnel returned to darkness.

In this void, Xu Yuan no longer felt emptiness. Something had transformed into wisps of smoky silk, merging into the orb above. A peculiar sense of fullness circulated through his body.

The Blood Essence Meteoring Art began operating.

Cutting away and refining the remnants of Mu Nuo’s soul power attempts at possession, devouring and integrating them into the Celestial Fates Divine Soul above.

Strands, hundreds of strands, thousands of strands...

When all concluded, Xu Yuan slowly closed his eyes. Reopening them, a youth shrouded in black smoke emerged before him.

Glancing at Mu Nuo directly ahead, then around at the boundless white space, Xu Yuan clicked his tongue lightly.

So, it must end with a boss fight after all?

But why did the brat’s materialized form look like it was covered entirely in sword wounds?

Tsk tsk,

It seems the Heavenly Gate Sword Intent’s quality keeps rising.

With such musings, Xu Yuan slowly lifted his hand to press his fingertips against his brow, the corner of his lips curling into a helpless smile.

Then,

he looked up once more at Mu Nuo before him,

at this,

towering Mu Nuo whose body loomed like a mountain.