The silence stretched, thick and heavy with unspoken questions. Ning Qianye, who was still reeling from the enormity of hiding Luo Qiong, found herself captivated by his mysterious aura. The burden of struggling alone for four thousand years now seemed insignificant, dwarfed by the cosmic drama he had unveiled. He was no longer just a hunter struggling against a curse; he was a pawn, perhaps even a key player, in a conflict spanning the entire universe.
Luo Qiong, who felt his unspoken questions, broke the silence. His voice, when he spoke, was like the rustling of ancient scrolls, each syllable carrying the weight of thousands of years. "You want to understand," he said, his voice empty, drowning in the tumultuous memories within him. "Alright." Let me share with you pieces of my past, a glimpse into the vastness of my existence.
Ripples of power, subtle yet real, emanated from him. The air around them shimmered, and at that moment, Ning Qianye felt himself being swept away, not physically, but mentally, to another realm. He saw swirling nebulae, large clusters of stars glowing with incandescent light, and galaxies spiraling towards destruction. It was a panorama of cosmic grandeur, both awe-inspiring and terrifying in its scale.
"I come from the realm of Xylos," Luo Qiong's voice echoed in the mind, merging with the tapestry of cosmic vision. A realm beyond your understanding, where the laws fulfill the physical desires of the Celestial Masters. This realm possesses unimaginable power, where immortality is not a blessing, but a curse.
His vision shifted, focusing on the heavenly battle, the clash of giants amidst a swirling vortex of energy. Luo Qiong, in his prime, was at the center of it, his flow of movements a symphony of precise and lethal strikes. He fought with a battle that belied the terrible strength he possessed, each blow filled with the weight of centuries of experience, honed to a razor's edge.
"For thousands of years, we, the Celestial Masters, have been in constant conflict," he explained, his voice calm, indifferent, as if recounting an unimportant tale. "Battles raged across Xylos, disputes over power, resources, dominion over the entire star system." It was an endless cycle of violence, a constant struggle for supremacy.
The vision changed again, displaying images of magnificent palaces, grand cities bathed in the light of celestial bodies, and scenes of luxurious feasts and extravagant celebrations. However, behind the splendor, Ning Qianye felt a deep discomfort, sensing a pervasive gloom even in the most joyous events.
"Immortality," continued Luo Qiong, with a melancholic tone, "is a double-edged sword." Eternity gives life without end, but it also robs existence of its preciousness. Every moment of loss loses its essence when stretched indefinitely. The sensation fades, the pain of loss becomes meaningless. Deep boredom arises, as someone goes through the endless cycle.
The narrative shifts to a scene of tranquil contemplation, Luo Qiong meditating amidst a stunning landscape of exotic flora and fauna. He appeared lost in thought, his face etched with a deep expression of exhaustion.
"I'm starting to get bored with this cycle," he admitted. "Endless battles, guarding futile power, eroding eternity." I long for something more, a challenge that matches my abilities, a purpose that transcends the petty battles among Celestial Masters.
The quest for this worthy challenge led him to study the whispers of the cosmos, the vibrations and subtle disturbances that signified a greater reality beyond the realm of Xylos. He learned about the coming cosmic darkness, a ferocity that threatened not only his region but also countless others. The vision took him to realms beyond Xylos, places of breathtaking beauty, but all caused by the approaching shadow, a subtle distortion of reality.
"The Curse of the Blue Dragon," his voice changed to a different tone, a tone full of determination, "is just a small symptom, a minor tremor in facing this impending disaster." The true enemy lies beyond comprehension, a force that disrupts and narrates, twisting the order of truth.
His narrative shifts, depicting his journey through various realms, each more alien and challenging than the last. He battles against the struggle of unspeakable terrifying entities, his struggle against forces that bend the laws of life. His vision is intense, terrifying, filled with battles that test the limits of ability to the breaking point.
He describes the destruction of civilization, the fall of mighty powers, the extinguishing of countless stars, all under the relentless cosmic darkness. His description is vivid, painting a picture of cosmic horror that surpasses any nightmare. He speaks of a shattered reality, where time itself flows both forward and backward, places with unimaginable horrors and unimaginable beauty.
"I have seen things that transcend human understanding," he said, his voice low. "I have faced creatures that can shatter your sanity with just one glance." However, despite all that I have seen, despite all that I have endured, I still fight.
He spoke of his disappointment with immortality, of his search for a meaningful purpose, of his increasingly profound understanding of the true nature of the cosmic threat, of the importance of finding the right weapon, or more precisely, a worthy catalyst, to combat the looming darkness. The vision ended, leaving Ning Qianye gasping, his mind shaken by the immense scale of the narrative.
The world around them returned to normal, the echoes left from the cosmic vision slowly fading. Luo Qiong's eyes held deep and unexpected sorrow. "I have traveled far, sacrificed many things," she said, her voice soft, almost like a whisper. "I have searched for centuries, thousands of years, for a being who can save this inevitable wave of war." A being that can fight and even withstand the darkness.
He stared at Ning Qianye, appearing sharp, searching. "You, little ant, have something... unique." Resilience, strength, that even I, with all my power and knowledge, find it hard to comprehend. That strength might be the key to survival.
The weight of his words pressed down on Ning Qianye, their immense scale made Ning Qianye dramatic. Now, she understands, not only intellectually, but also begins to grasp how serious this situation is. He is not just dealing with a curse; he is facing the destruction of existence itself. And Luo Qiong, this enigmatic Celestial Master, has chosen him, a seemingly insignificant friend, to be his weapon. The road ahead is fraught with danger, but for the first time in four thousand years, Ning Qianye feels a glimmer of true hope. The battle is far from over, but he is ready. He is ready to face whatever the cosmos might throw at him. The whispers of the cosmos have been received, and their definition has been found. The game seems to have truly begun.