Chapter 671

The distance in the void has grown narrower again.

A reincarnator has appeared in my Illusionary Realm—I can handle it.

It’s that same Lunhuizhe again, weaker this time, manageable.

The Illusionary Realm here is about to collapse; we must prepare for time reversal.

Why not consider my proposal, from the Empire’s side?

We don’t trust you.

Within each grotesque, terrifying eye reflected the figure of Yagumo Shizu, each dressed differently yet all bearing the same smile at their lips.

For now, all unexpected factors remain within controllable limits; we’ll end today’s session here.

The eyes gradually closed, and the world sank back into eternal night.

If anything gets out of hand, remember to notify me before transferring over~ hehe.

After a light laugh, her thoughts grew tangled; in the dim, hazy darkness, she stretched her limbs lazily, unaware of how much time had passed.

“Blue.”

“Lady Purple, haven’t you finished hibernating yet?”

The nine-tailed fox-eared girl opened the door, a sleeping nekomata clinging to her back.

“Mm, fetch me my clothes—I’ll get up and move around a bit.” Yagumo Shizu smiled gently: “Has anything interesting happened in the Illusionary Realm lately?”

“The princess of Eternity Pavilion brought a group of outsiders into the Illusionary Realm,” Yagumo Blue replied after thought: “Aside from a few minor disturbances, nothing else.”

Before Yagumo Shizu could frown, she handed over an elegant envelope inscribed with [For the Sage of Demons], then produced a copy of the Wind Extra newspaper.

“A letter sent a few days ago by Yōgi Eirin and Hōrai-san Kaguya.”

Yagumo Shizu accepted the envelope with mild surprise; after reading it briefly, she pressed her folding fan against her chin.

“Guaranteed by Eternity Pavilion and the two of them.”

What is the origin of these outsiders?

The boundary between past and present.

A gap appeared beside Yagumo Shizu; she manipulated the boundary to peer into it.

Snap—the fan opened; apart from a faint furrow in her elegant brows, her beautiful face revealed no discernible expression.

“Mm.”

She glanced again at the newspaper, then closed the fan.

“It does sound interesting, but this kind of action—first act, then ask permission—can’t be ignored.”

“Eirin, why not take a short rest?”

Hōrai-san Kaguya, dressed in a pink dress and sporting a Ji hairstyle, walked straight in; Sen Xian knelt outside the door, bowing respectfully as she held a tray of dango and tea.

“From One emerged the complete ‘Three’; the rainbow of myriad phenomena brought ‘Seven’; ten foundational pillars constructed the order of all things.”

Yōgi Eirin gazed at the jade tablet glowing with rainbow light: “Kaguya, this patient you brought back...”

“If you’re not careful, you’ll turn him into a Frankenstein,” Kaguya laughed Yanxiao .

“Miss Zhao Shuang is the same—you, both symbols of wisdom, mustn’t let your drug development bring about a Raccoon City crisis in the Illusionary Realm.”

Zhao Shuangdian is also one of the symbols of wisdom; you must not let the Fantasia Realm face a Raccoon City crisis while developing medicines.

Whether it’s Chángshēngtiān, the deity governing the wisdom of living beings, or Wénshén, the lunar intellect, both naturally understand prevention.

Not to mention Yan Sen is also conducting research nearby—though tonight he went home to tutor his students.

“Any progress?” Kaguya asked.

Zhao Shuang demonstrated: using blood from the Dao’s primordial source as energy, she combined it with some of Su Lin’s recent hair samples and past data to cultivate the substance. Inside the vessel covered in talismans, a faint glow emerged—then swelled violently, flashed, and vanished into heaven and earth.

Zhao Shuangdian demonstrated: she used blood from the Dao’s primordial source as energy, combined with some of Su Lin’s current hair and past data to cultivate it. Inside the vessel covered with talismans, a faint glow had just been born when it suddenly swelled, flashed, and vanished into heaven and earth.

Yōgi Eirin sat back in her chair: “Using past information to overwrite this path won’t work.”

“What if we use Hōrai Herb?”

Before Yōgi Eirin could answer, Kaguya turned and gazed out the latticed window at the moon.

“Tonight is full moon—if we stay within Eternity Pavilion and don’t wander carelessly, Yagumo Shizu might grant us some leeway—but...”

Yōgi Eirin frowned briefly, then relaxed.

She glanced at the data records Zhao Shuang had brought—stripped of their original owners’ “life” and “movement”—her eyelids twitched, yet curiosity could not be hidden.

She glanced at the data records Zhao Shuangdian had brought—stripped of their original owners’ “life” and “movement”—her eyelids twitched uncontrollably, yet curiosity could not be hidden.

“For him, there’s certainly no risk, and he was warned in advance. Yagumo Shizu won’t do anything dangerous.”

The truth of the Illusionary Realm coexists with Yagumo Shizu; memories must follow that truth. If she conceals or alters something, most cannot detect it, though a few retain faint impressions.

But it’s ultimately unimportant—few care about such things.

“If trouble arises, or if she grows curious, use it as an opportunity to probe the Sage of Demons—consider it payment for the treatment.”

Kaguya withdrew her gaze and stepped lightly out of the room, filled with bizarre instruments and an incongruous aesthetic.

Sen Xian entered with tea and dango.

“Hōrai Herb will likely be difficult too, and making it...” Yōgi Eirin lowered her eyes, picked up her teacup, and asked:

“I shouldn’t be curious, but could you tell me how you met the princess?”

“Me?” Zhao Shuang thought a moment: “We met during a blind date with Dr. Su.”

“Me?” Zhao Shuangdian thought for a moment and said, “I met Dr. Su during our last Xiangqin .”

“Blind date.”

In a room filled with rare treasures—dragon jade, diamond bowls, seven-colored jade branches, and various game cartridges—

Hōrai-san Kaguya entered. In the courtyard lay an infinite spring of life-giving water, where Shi Hao and Ye Fan lay with closed eyes, immersed within.

She glanced around, then approached Star, who was playing a game and sighing, wrapping her arms around him: “How do you like my collection?”

“There are no wild trash cans,” Star sighed.

“You really have trash cans on the brain.”

“Qiong isn’t here either.”

Star, having learned Sunday had been registered as Jesus Day in the Primordial Heaven, now only wanted to find the culprit and ask whether he preferred a stick or a fire gun.

“Really?”

Now that Sun had learned Sunday had been registered in the Primordial Paradise as Jesus Day, all he wanted was to catch the culprit and ask him whether he preferred a club or a fire lance.

The bright moon and countless stars hung high; mist drifted softly through the bamboo grove. The warm orange lamplight and the sound of button presses dispelled the chill.

“Star, my dear, shall I prepare some Hōrai Herb for you too?”

Star turned his head, a strip of dried squid still between his teeth.

“Undying body, ageless immortality, Stand power!?”

“You’ll have to figure out Stand power yourself,” Kaguya said, slightly troubled by the last item.

Star swallowed the squid strip: “What’s the cost?”

“When humans are extinct, demons are gone, and the world reaches its end—we’ll all stay together,” Kaguya clapped her hands. “Endless, day after day, enduring boredom while searching for something interesting.”

“Hmm, add a prefix.”

Kaguya glanced sidelong at the overflowing spring of life, its shimmering waves, swaying moon reflections, and the quiet blooming of moon-viewing grass swaying in the wind.

“Forever.”

Star turned back to his controller, dodging bullets.

“No.”

“You refuse without even considering?!”

“Because...” Star scratched his head. “Aren’t we already together, searching for interesting things? There must be other costs.”

“Hehe...” Kaguya’s eyes went vacant for a moment. “You’re right.”

"Because," Xing scratched his head and said:

"Aren't we just staying together looking for interesting things? There must be other costs."

"Heh," Higan's eyes grew hollow for a moment: "You're right."