Chapter 812: Fate Disk Feedback (1/2, Subscriptions Wanted)

Fang Yue's voice fell.

With a hum, the parchment had already pulled his consciousness into that fog.

As if falling from the clouds, Fang Yue's consciousness dropped layer by layer, piercing through layers of mist, then suddenly stopped, locking onto the image of his little black figure.

Just one glance, and Fang Yue froze.

Because he saw… the little black figure representing himself, bound by two thick white iron chains hanging from the sky, wrapped around its body, restrained and unable to move.

Following the direction of the iron chains upward, there was only a vast expanse of white, with no end in sight, and no way to tell what was binding him.

The little black figure bound by the iron chains, as if being dissolved by stomach acid, had gone limp, as though it might melt away at any moment.

No! It had already melted.

Parts of the little black figure's black body, like dissolved black liquid, clung to the two white iron chains, as though infecting them.

And the white iron chains, like straws, absorbed that black portion, sending it upward against the chains.

Fang Yue's heart sank.

"Parchment!"

【I'm here!】

"Here my ass! Our home got robbed and you didn't notice a thing!"

The parchment immediately aggrievedly displayed text.

【I really didn't know! These two iron chains aren't on the same level as the guy who was fishing before — I didn't sense them at all!】

"Cut the crap, sever them!"

【Yes!】

As if to salvage its dignity, the parchment roared loudly, and a slash appeared out of thin air, transforming into a blade that hacked at the two iron chains.

Clang—

A deafening explosion rang out; the two iron chains trembled violently, a deep gash left behind by the slash.

But they did not break.

The parchment froze for a moment, then immediately flung out two more slashes.

Boom!!

This time, the two iron chains snapped with a clean crack.

The little black figure, freed from its restraints, broke free in an instant.

And the two severed iron chains tore through layer after layer of clouds, rapidly retracting upward.

Just like the little blue figure fishing before, for an instant, Fang Yue formed some kind of connection with whatever was linked to the iron chains above.

Subconsciously looking up, in the nearly endless heights above, he seemed to faintly make out a wolf-like shadow.

But it was only for that instant — the clouds churned and rolled back, sealing the gap.

【They're severed!】

"Good work, get me out of the Fate Disk!"

【Okay!】

Exiting the Fate Disk, he opened his eyes.

Fang Yue's mind suddenly hummed.

In his mind appeared the image of a giant fierce wolf, as large as Han Jiang's great ship.

The giant wolf's skin was very coarse, a blackish-gray like some kind of lava terrain, pitted and uneven, giving off a very hard feel.

And on its massive head was a huge hole, as if pierced through by some long spear — that must have been the fatal wound.

Clearly, this giant wolf corpse was the demon corpse that had been pursuing him!

Fang Yue turned to look toward the stern; though he couldn't see anything before, this time, he seemed to sense it.

He clearly sensed its presence, and its exact location.

"It's slowed down! Its speed has dropped… No! It's stopped! That thing has stopped! Yese Liming, what did you do?"

Old Helmsman had thought they were done for this time, but Fang Yue said he could solve it — and he actually could.

He didn't know what Fang Yue had done, but judging by the result, it had worked!

"Everyone hold on tight! We'll take this chance to escape!"

Old Helmsman sped up again, trying to use the opportunity to pull away.

But Fang Yue, as if sensing something, suddenly changed expression, ran to the ship's edge, and leaped.

"Ye Ge?!"

"Yese Liming?!"

"Brother Ye?!"

Seeing this, the onlookers cried out in shock one after another.

"I'll lead it away for a stretch, then regroup with you. From now on, keep going straight in your current direction — don't change course. I'll catch up with you as fast as I can!"

By the time Fang Yue spoke, his feet had already touched the surface of the Han Jiang river.

The wildly surging Frozen Heart Method concentrated on a single point, finally managing to freeze a tiny area just big enough for the tips of his toes.

His feet landed, and Fang Yue took off sprinting across the river's surface.

The charging sprint ahead required expending a massive amount of inner force to condense and freeze each landing point.

But once he got moving, he no longer needed that — only to guard against the Han Jiang's erosion, and… the thing behind him!

Fang Yue's move left the others dumbfounded.

Coming back to his senses, Tian Ruichi shouted urgently: "Brother Ye, this is the Han Jiang — get back here!"

But Fang Yue waved his hand, already far away, reduced to a tiny black speck.

The others, hearing the commotion, had also returned to the bow. Once they understood the situation, they all shouted at Helmsman Lao, demanding he chase after Fang Yue.

"Are you mad? That kid drew that thing away by gambling with his own life! If you want what's best for him, you should shut your mouths now and let me take you all to safety!"

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Helmsman Lao's expression changed. The great ship of Han Jiang suddenly accelerated, charging straight ahead in the direction Fang Yue had pointed to earlier.

"Kid, I hope you make it back alive!"

Ignoring the others' objections, Helmsman Lao had already carried the people forward.

Elsewhere.

Fang Yue, galloping across Han Jiang, saw the giant wolf demonic corpse staring at him.

At the same time, the biting cold of Han Jiang was also creeping up from his toes, spreading across his body.

Though the power of the parchment offered some resistance, it was only a drop in the bucket.

At this rate, he would soon be swallowed by Han Jiang and buried at the bottom of the river.

"Why is it that in that prophetic vision, I led the demonic corpse away and still survived, still able to gallop across the surface of Han Jiang for so long?"

Fang Yue was baffled. The prophetic vision only showed the result; how it was accomplished in the process—Fang Yue could only mimic the motions, but the core principle eluded him.

Just as Fang Yue thought this, the biting cold of Han Jiang had already crept from his toes up to his thighs, and he felt sensation gradually fading.

Fang Yue's expression darkened.

There must be something—something he had overlooked. The prophecy wouldn't be wrong. I won't die here, I won't die here!

He wanted to make himself believe the prophesied outcome, but the fear in his heart kept breeding self-doubt.

"The parchment's prophecy doesn't represent the final outcome…"

"The parchment didn't even know I almost ran into trouble on the fate disk—her power is limited…"

"Am I going to die… here?"

Just as that sense of panic was about to swallow him whole…

His legs suddenly regained feeling.

The biting cold of Han Jiang also quietly receded.

That overwhelming sense of panic ebbed away like a tide.

"Parchment?"

【It's me! The feedback from the fate disk has arrived!】

"Feedback from the fate disk?"

【The fate disk is also a battlefield. I severed the demonic corpse's fate-disk attack, and in return, I obtained a portion of its power.】

【And that portion of power is now being fed back into you.】

【Look down at your legs!】

(End of chapter)