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Chapter 305 Xuannv 170

"Now that you've made up your mind, let's proceed with the arrangements. I'll send a message to Si Ming immediately."

After listening to the group finish their discussion, Jiaojiao had already made up her mind, and her tone became more composed.

Zheyan stroked the wine flask at his waist, slowly raising his eyes: "Should I have Siming handle this matter?"

“In all the realms, there is no one more suitable than Si Ming.” Jiao Jiao nodded slightly, her eyes filled with understanding. “He is in charge of destiny, and he writes the most stories. Everyone in the Three Realms loves to hear the strange tales he composes. We just need to secretly tell him the plan and spread it through his pen. People will naturally fall for it willingly, without arousing any suspicion.”

Donghua remained silent for a moment, a faint light flickering in his purple eyes, as if he had already grasped the entire plan. He slowly spoke, "Since we are going to act silently, there is no need to rush. I will personally set up an illusion for Siming, blending it with his destiny and artistic intent, making it indistinguishable from reality. From now on, all we need to do is make Li Yuan believe it to be true, and that will be enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Yuan, who had been standing quietly to the side for a long time, suddenly spoke up, his voice as steady as an ancient mountain: "Si Ming, that big mouth, it's best not to say it directly."

One sentence enlightened everyone.

Zheyan was taken aback at first, then chuckled softly while waving his feather fan: "That's true. That kid talks about keeping secrets, but writes about romance. If he really confessed to my face, who knows when he'd write it into a storybook, which would be counterproductive."

Donghua pondered for a moment, then agreed wholeheartedly, a hint of even greater caution flashing in his purple eyes: "Indeed, he is a big mouth. An illusion is more reliable. Let's not send him any more messages, just cast an illusion spell directly."

Before anyone could respond, Donghua had already raised his hand and lightly made a hand seal.

The azure energy of the Azure Sea flowed from his fingertips, condensing into a wisp of almost invisible mystical light that silently pierced through the clouds of the Nine Heavens, heading straight for the Taichen Palace above. The illusion was undisturbed, untouched by cause and effect, and left no trace of divine influence; even a supreme god would find it difficult to detect the slightest anomaly.

Meanwhile, far away in a side hall of Taichen Palace, Siming was engrossed in the Book of Fate, about to write a new volume of tales from the Three Realms.

One moment he was carefully considering the words, the next he felt his mind sink, and a gentle yet irresistible force suddenly surged in. Before he could even cry out, everything went black, his body went limp, and he collapsed onto the desk piled high with books in his study, falling into a deep, unconscious state.

Unbeknownst to anyone, in the instant he fell into a deep sleep, an interconnected illusion, directly targeting the inner demons of resentment, had already been quietly imprinted into the depths of his soul.

Within the Azure Sea and the Spirit Realm, Donghua withdrew the immortal essence from his fingertips, his expression calm and undisturbed: "The illusion has entered his sea of ​​consciousness. When he awakens, he will believe it to be a manifestation of destiny, and will write down the illusion's threads on his own, without needing anyone's instruction, and will never reveal even a trace of its source."

Mo Yuan nodded slightly, his tone calm: "This is the most appropriate way. Li Yuan is arrogant, suspicious and conceited. Only a 'prophecy from heaven' can make him believe it without a doubt."

Zheyan lightly tapped his palm with the tip of his fan, a leisurely smile on his face: "Your Majesty's move is more effective than sending a thousand secret orders. Now, Siming's pen will have to write a good play of self-destruction for Li Yuan."

Jiaojiao gazed at the churning sea of ​​clouds, her expression serene: "Everything is ready, we just need the right opportunity. Next, we'll quietly watch that person from the Winged Realm step into the game step by step."

Zheyan raised his hand to tidy the stray feathers at his temples that had been ruffled by the wind. A faint smile curved his peach blossom eyes. His tone was as casual as ever, yet it concealed an unwavering determination that brooked no delay.

"Then I'll head back. The bird tribe is still in dire need of rebuilding."

Upon hearing this, Yao Guang lightly tapped the sword at her waist with her fingertips, her star-like eyes flashing with the cold light of the battlefield, showing no intention of lingering.

"I'm going back too. The Thirty-Sixth War Division is still waiting for me to train them."

She bowed respectfully, her star-studded robe sweeping across the snow-covered jade steps, then turned and strode away, her silhouette as swift as a drawn sword. The Thirty-Six Battle Divisions were the elite forces she personally commanded. Still recovering from the previous battle, they trained day and night to defend the celestial territory, never slacking off in the slightest.

The surroundings gradually quieted down. Mo Yuan stood in place, his black armor still covered in the dust of battle. His usually cold and hard features, like the rocks of Kunlun Mountain, were now shrouded in an unusual hesitation. His hands, hanging at his sides, tightened slightly. He swallowed for a moment before speaking in a low voice.

"My fate has changed, what about my brother?"

He dedicated his life to war, to the celestial realm, and to all living beings, yet he always harbored an unyielding attachment to his younger brother, Ye Hua. Now, with his own fate reversed, and every move affecting everything, his greatest fear is of his younger brother, left behind by their parents.

Jiaojiao leaned against the cloud pillar, her slender white fingers twirling a wisp of celestial radiance. Her brows furrowed slightly, and her tone held a hint of impatience. She couldn't bear to see this war god, who was renowned throughout the three realms, so hesitant and ambiguous at this moment, lacking even a trace of the aura that allowed him to sweep across the eight wastelands.

"Don't worry, everything is preordained. Let him cultivate well and properly transform your merits."

Her tone was calm, yet carried an unwavering certainty akin to the order of the heavens. Mo Yuan's heart skipped a beat. He looked up at Jiao Jiao and saw that her eyes were calm and still, with only the swirling of stars. He knew that she never spoke falsely, and his earlier hesitation slowly subsided.

Zheyan had already shaken his peach blossom feathers and waved his hand from afar: "Moyuan, rest assured, the bird clan and the war tribe have both returned to their positions, and the four seas and eight wastelands will naturally be at peace."

The starlight of Yao Guang had disappeared into the end of the Milky Way, leaving only a wisp of sword energy slicing through the sky.

Mo Yuan took a deep breath, the cold resolute expression of the God of War returning to his face. He nodded to Jiao Jiao, then turned and headed towards Kunlun Ruins.

The clouds returned to silence, and Jiaojiao gazed in the direction the three had departed, letting out a soft sigh. Fate has changed course, and the world has been restored to its original order. In the years to come, each will return to their place and fulfill their responsibilities; this is the best destiny.