Rewrite My Fate to Become the Daoist Ancestor

The writing in the Celestial Derivation Volume abruptly stopped.

For a moment.

Ning Xunqiu heard a prompt sound beside his ear.

[This is the predetermined reality of the Dark Star Realm, it cannot be rewritten.]

...

He took a deep breath, his heart fluctuating, waited silently for a long time, but did not receive any "Life Achievement."

Ning Xunqiu couldn’t help but frown, staring intently at the Celestial Derivation Volume in his hands, then he closed his eyes, concentrating, and began meditating in cultivation.

Early next morning, he picked up the pen wanting to rewrite his life.

[This is the predetermined reality of the Dark Star Realm, it cannot be rewritten.]

"Is the Celestial Derivation Volume stuck?"

Ning Xunqiu was startled.

This Golden Finger cannot go to waste!

Ning Xunqiu hurriedly inspected the Celestial Derivation Volume, found no issues, and recalled rewriting his life yesterday, failing to receive any Life Achievement for the first time.

"Could it be... the Dark Star Realm hasn’t ended and is still loading?"

He secretly speculated.

"’I’ was about to dissipate, about to fall into eternal silence, but then heard the noisy sound from the cosmos and didn’t want to end, so initiated a second rewriting?"

Ning Xunqiu felt this "Desperate Will" was somewhat uncanny.

He seriously considered a major issue.

He dared not touch that sword.

Moreover, the remaining "Power of Despair" in himself must be dissolved quickly with the help of "Master Linglong."

Ten days later.

The Celestial Derivation Volume finally began to reveal new text.

Ning Xunqiu quietly breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the Celestial Derivation Life Record.

...

[Ten Thousand Years Star.]

[This is the paradise of the divine-level civilization "Angel."]

[Peaceful, kind, free, equal, just... all beautiful words exist here.]

[Yet these are all false; angels also have desires.]

[Suddenly, a true realm fissure quietly opened, a pitch-black sword fell to the ground, and everything around was weirdly silent.]

[Angels passing by came and went, yet not a single entity could observe this black sword.]

[Ten years later.]

[A pink and adorable young angel wandered into the Silent World, she saw the black sword, curiously picked it up and took it back home.]

["Xiaoyin, this black sword is truly strange, sound cannot be transmitted." The angel "Tianshi Xue" who found the black sword, researched it in her small laboratory with her friend "Angel Yin."]

[Angel Yin’s petite face was covered with a look of apprehension: "Xue, I secretly used my father’s ’Divine Throne’ for testing, yet found it impossible to capture any trace of the black sword. It seems to not belong to any known substance in this universe, but rather resembles... a kind of ’Abnormal True Realm.’"]

[The known cosmos is vast and boundless, within it exist countless "Abnormal True Realms," unobservable, even the "Primordial God" got lost deep within the realms, with no one daring to tread them easily.]

[As for these "Abnormal True Realms," there is only one way people handle them – by completely annihilating them.]

["Are you implying... Chaos Fear?" Tianshi Xue’s face instantly turned pale as paper, the black sword in her hand involuntarily slipped to the ground, swallowed by silence, without causing any echo.]

[Both were startled, their gazes locked firmly onto the "Black Sword," surrounding air seemed frozen, only heartbeat pounding loudly in the ears.]

["Seems like it’s not dangerous." Tianshi Xue breathed a sigh of relief, both curiously researched the black sword, soon after, Angel Yin waved goodbye and left.]

[That night.]

[Tianshi Xue groggily opened her eyes, finding herself in a pitch-black space, she called out loudly but received only endless silence in response, even the passage of time became hard to discern.]

[Panic like tides surged within her, Tianshi Xue began to anxiously grope forward in the dark, running, sweat soaking through her clothes, despair like an invisible net tightly binding her.]

[Until she suddenly slammed into an invisible "wall," staggering and falling to the ground.]

[It was the only thing she could touch in the darkness, grasping it like a lifeline.]

[Tianshi Xue began feeling around blindly, a nose, eyes; she judged it was a humanoid lifeform, but the environment here was similar to "cosmic vacuum" unable to transmit sound, she also couldn’t summon "Angel’s Wings" here, nor communicate with this lifeform.]

[Soon, Tianshi Xue awoke from the nightmare, drenched in sweat, she turned to look at the warm sunlight outside the window, feeling somewhat glaring, raised her hand to gently shield her eyes, murmured: "That nightmare was just too real..."]

["Real?" Tianshi Xue squinted her eyes, her gaze focused on the quietly standing Black Sword not far away, she involuntarily stepped forward, picked up the Black Sword, and whispered: "Is it you?"]

[Tianshi Xue’s vision went dark, suddenly losing footing, plummeting into an endless abyss.]

[Who knows how long passed, when the sense of stepping on solid ground returned, Tianshi Xue finally came to her senses from the feeling of weightlessness. She looked resentfully into the darkness: "I know it’s you?! Stop playing such games?!"]

[No sound.]

[Tianshi Xue groped in the dark, finally found that "humanoid entity," this time she clenched her small fist, located eye sockets, punched hard several times to vent her anger. Then she climbed onto the person’s shoulder, leaned close to his ear, opened her mouth to shout with all her strength, yet the person showed no reaction.]

[Tianshi Xue tried repeatedly, simmering with rage, expression fierce, pointed at the person, said: "From now on, you shall be called Er Tailong."]

[A hundred years later.]

[Tianshi Xue gradually grew from a naive child into a graceful young girl, long accustomed to the companionship of "Er Tailong," every night she would have that "lucid dream," a place of silence, time meaningless.]

[With a time multiplier ten thousand times that of normal people, Tianshi Xue began to delve deeply into the algorithms of "Divine Format," "Divine Body," and "Divine Throne."]

[Tianshi Xue’s reputation among the Angel Race began to soar, becoming unanimously recognized as a genius by everyone, missing only vast resources of "Source Ore" to achieve Ascension to Divinity.]

[Tianshi Xue gradually realized she might be the master of this Black Sword, mastering the method of freely entering and exiting the "Silent World," transporting large amounts of Angel Technology into this "Abnormal True Realm."]

[One day, the gods’ war suddenly erupted.]

The "Angel God" of Ten Thousand Years Star has crafted a Divine Body immune to Conceptual Martial and is hunting down other Great Gods.

The once glorious thirteen Divine-level Civilizations have dwindled to just seven in a few decades, the rest obliterated in the war.

The other Great Gods refuse to sit idly; they advance swiftly, but no one can kill the other, and they stare at each other, big eye to small eye.

The despair brought by this war causes the Abnormal True Realm in the cosmos to spread like a plague. That Abnormal True Realm is no small matter; it brings silence that cannot be eradicated, even if shattered, it proliferates rapidly like cancer cells, growing even larger.

The Abnormal True Realm spreads unrestrainedly. An unfortunate Great God with an immune Conceptual Martial Divine Body mistakenly enters it, mysteriously vanishing as if swallowed by the universe.

The gods know they cannot stop the descent of Chaos Fear.

As a result, a kind of passive emotion begins to spread among the gods.

Hedonism prevails like a plague; the gods indulge in revelry, enjoying brief pleasures.

They start ruling their races cruelly, as if venting accumulated anger and despair through violence, enveloping the entire universe under a shadow.

Under oppression, there is rebellion.

Under rebellion, there is massacre.

At this time, Tianshi Xue, relying on her Millions of Years of Wisdom, has become a high-ranking member of the Angel Race, and is the chief scholar researching the cosmic problem of Chaos Fear.

Within her heart, Tianshi Xue maintains kindness and compassion, filled with contradictions and struggles regarding the current situation. Thus, she secretly contacts one of the rebel leaders, Angel Sound, providing technical support.

She transforms Angel’s Wings into Wings of Freedom, bypassing wormholes, enabling random spatial traversal through True Realm positioning.

The rebel force grows stronger, active across the cosmos, clashing with the forces of the gods. Due to the silence of Abnormal True Realm shielding everything, the gods are helpless against these rebels as cunning as mice, merely watching them wreak havoc across the universe.

Each war, each despair, the Abnormal True Realm spreads continually like a plague, swiftly eroding every inch of space.

Tianshi Xue keenly perceives the myriad connections between the two, urgently hoping the Angel God will rise, uniting the gods to stop this endless war.

When the Angel God learns of this news, he is shocked, gazing at the Known Cosmos already occupied by Abnormal True Realm, questioning Tianshi Xue, "Why didn’t you say earlier?!"

His heart is filled with despair and madness, on the verge of collapse.

Then the Angel God discovers that "Tianshi Xue" is colluding with the rebel angels! All because of this traitor!

The Angel God secretly restrains "Tianshi Xue", publicly declaring her execution by the most brutal means on Ten Thousand Years Star, stating she is the sinner of the entire cosmos.

That day, the Wings of Freedom that roam the universe come to rescue their unsparing helper, the Hidden Official, despite tens of deities being among them, they are instantly turned into mortals by the Angel God’s words.

The Ultimate Divine Throne possesses the ability to rewrite Cosmic Rules, delivering a dimensional blow to other deities.

"Tianshi Xue" watches this unable to act, her consciousness entering that silence, leaving a long farewell message to the sleeping figure:

"When you wake, I should no longer be here."

"Here, I’ve crafted a pair of silver-white wings for you, named ’Wings of Freedom’, they are my life’s ultimate creation, capable of carrying you through the cosmos, experiencing the wonders of the vast Star River."

"That silver-white armor, forged specifically for you, is a Divine Body to sense the world’s myriad marvels."

"I don’t know why you fell asleep, but I found a teardrop deep in here, a faded painting, containing immense sadness."

"Er Tailong, don’t be sad, enjoy life well in the future."

Tianshi Xue’s consciousness gradually disperses; she looks back at the silent figure in the darkness, a gentle smile blossoms on her face.

"Thank you, friend, for growing up alongside me," she softly says.

"Hello, goodbye."

Tick.

In the moment of turning away, a glistening teardrop falls silently into the darkness, stirring delicate ripples, echoing its existence in what should be a silent world.

"Friend..."

The pitch-black figure awakens, taking steps towards the shining silver armor, spreading his hand, feeling the long-lost breeze of freedom...

"Thank you for letting me feel everything once more."

The silver-white wings slowly unfold.

Beyond the Silent World.

Tianshi Xue quietly closes her eyes, awaiting death.

At this moment, a knight clad in silver-white armor, face concealed under helmet shadows, stands in the air, overlooking the gathered gods.

Unable to parse!

Unable to rewrite!

Unknown!

Unknown!

Warning!

"Chaos Fear?!"

The gods hear the warning information from the Ultimate Divine Throne, showing shock.

Tianshi Xue doesn’t await death; she slowly raises her head, gazing where gods show awe, fixated on the shining silver figure, involuntarily whispering.

"Er Tai...long?"

Silent.

An unprecedented deep silence suddenly envelops the entire Ten Thousand Years Star, even time freezes under its power.

Everything returns to silence.

Ten Thousand Years Star, under the giant ink-black sword, silently splits into two.

Within True Realm, Star Thrones collapse under the silver-white angel’s Pitch Black Sword strike, turning to void.

The Great Judgment Angel—Wings of Freedom · Ethereum.

Born amidst the dazzling fireworks of the gods’ obliteration.

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