Inside the Divination Commission, the atmosphere was unbearably heavy.
The candle flames wavered soundlessly, stretching the generals' shadows long across the floor.
Jing Yuan was the first to pull himself back together. His gaze moved from the screen to the people standing beside him.
After a moment of silence, he finally spoke.
"Generals… after hearing all this, what do you make of it?"
Feixiao answered first.
"What do I make of it? I'm furious."
She let out a cold laugh, one that carried naked anger, as though something had lodged in her throat and would not come out unless she gave it voice.
"That Kallen Kaslana—I do not care whether she is the Witch of Nihility or some so-called Saint of Preservation. For what she did in that past, the arrows of the Hunt will never forget her."
As she spoke, Feixiao's eyes fell once more on the image within the Ten-Directions Projection Nexus.
The scene had gone still again, but those memories seemed burned into her mind.
She clenched her teeth, a suffocating irritation swelling in her chest.
The truth was, what she had just witnessed had left her genuinely shaken.
Red Kite had endured for five hundred and ninety years. She had believed she was protecting the Alliance's final spark. She had believed that if she only held out long enough, the day would come when the gates could open again.
And what was the result?
The result was that she discovered she had never escaped Nihility at all. She discovered that the thing she had guarded for five hundred and ninety years had been empty from the very beginning.
Those Cloud Knights. Those civilians. Those people she had thought she was protecting.
The Nihility within them had never disappeared. It had only been passed down, generation after generation.
How could Feixiao, another Arbiter-General of the Hunt, witness such a thing and not feel rage?
She thought of the troops she commanded. She thought of the soldiers who had followed her through life and death.
If one day she learned that everything she had fought to protect had been a lie from the start…
Feixiao refused to follow that thought to the end.
And of course, she could not have been the only one.
"All right."
Huaiyan's voice suddenly broke the silence.
Feixiao turned to look at the old general of the Zhuming.
At that moment, Huaiyan was stroking his beard, and a fire no weaker than her own smoldered in his dim old eyes.
"I have lived a long time," he said slowly. "I have seen far too many partings, and too many hopes shattered. But what Red Kite went through…"
He paused, and when he spoke again, his voice had gone hoarse.
"To be honest, merely watching it makes it hard for me to breathe."
It was true. In the present, every one of the generals already knew that history had been rewritten by Enigmata.
Because of that, they had long guessed that Yuanqiao's fate in the original timeline must have been grim.
But witnessing the outcome with their own eyes was something else entirely. Even knowing what to expect, they still could not accept it.
In the end, it was Jing Yuan who once again broke the silence.
"That past no longer exists. The Xianzhou Alliance of today is the one that emerged after history was rewritten. It is the Alliance in which all six surviving ships still remain."
He paused, then continued quietly,
"We cannot bear those five hundred and ninety years in Red Kite's place. But we can protect this present—the one that has not yet been devoured by Nihility—in her stead."
Huaiyan nodded.
"Jing Yuan is right. Still…"
His tone shifted, and his eyes turned toward a small figure standing in the corner of the hall.
"Before anything else, I think we should hear what that child has to say."
At once, every gaze followed his.
Mobius.
She stood quietly in the corner, and ever since Aha had appeared, she had barely spoken a word.
Now she was staring up at the dimmed Ten-Directions Projection Nexus, blue-green eyes reflecting the faint light.
At three years old, she should have still been an age of innocence, not merely carefree, but barely even old enough to understand the world.
She ought to have been treasured, protected, held carefully in the palms of others.
Instead, she stood here watching the homeland tied to her by blood—the homeland that had once been hers—revealed in all the suffering it had endured.
Jing Yuan did not know how much of those images she truly understood. But he knew that whether she understood them or not, they would leave something behind in her.
Perhaps sorrow. Perhaps anger. Perhaps something too complicated for even she herself to name.
And yet her face held a calm that did not belong to a child of her age.
Since the beginning of the vision, she had simply stood there in silence, watching.
Jing Yuan looked at that small figure and felt an ache he could not quite put into words.
He remembered what Mobius had once told him.
"Everyone says Yuanqiao seemed to be guarding something for the whole galaxy."
"But Master would never tell me what it was."
After a brief hesitation, Jing Yuan spoke.
"Miss Mobius."
The little figure stirred and looked toward him.
Jing Yuan drew in a quiet breath, trying to make his voice sound lighter than he felt.
"That… Red Kite General. What kind of person was she, usually?"
The instant the question left his lips, he regretted how abrupt it sounded.
But he wanted to know. He wanted to hear from Mobius herself what the woman who had borne everything in that vision had been like in ordinary life.
Mobius fell silent.
Long enough that even Feixiao almost opened her mouth—only to be stopped by one glance from Huaiyan.
At last, after choosing her words with care, Mobius spoke.
"I don't know."
Her voice was soft, carrying the natural innocence of a child, but her tone was astonishingly steady.
"From the time I can remember, I was always at Master's side. Master…"
She paused.
"She was always someone reliable."
"She taught me how to read, how to write, how to recognize herbs, how to read star charts. She never lost her temper with me. She never found me annoying."
And then she stopped there.
Jing Yuan looked at her, and something in his chest tightened.
"Reliable, hm… Then she really was a good master."
…
The image lit up once more.
This time, the scene cut to a place that had never appeared in any public record of Yuanqiao.
It was a secret chamber.
Hidden beneath the General's Hall, buried who knew how deep underground.
The walls were covered in densely packed talismans, each one glowing with a faint golden light. Layer upon layer, they wrapped the chamber in ancient seals.
The room itself was not large—barely ten paces across.
At its center sat a solitary figure in meditation.
Fu Hua.
She was no longer wearing her signature military uniform. Instead, she had changed into plain white robes without ornament.
Her eyes were closed, her breathing so shallow it was almost imperceptible.
But what drew the eye most were the markings across her body.
Whenever Fu Hua tried to force the Nihility out of herself, those black veins surfaced.
They spread like branching blood vessels—up her neck and over her cheek, from her wrist to her fingertips, from her ankle to the top of her foot.
Light flickered across her face, making those markings glimmer with an eerie sheen.
After a long time, Fu Hua slowly opened her eyes.
Then her voice began, speaking in quiet monologue, so calm it was chilling.
"It was thanks to Xianyu."
"If not for her molting—if not for the anomaly she triggered in the Molting Pool—I might never have uncovered the truth."
"The Nihility on Yuanqiao had never disappeared."
"It had only hidden itself. Hidden in our bloodlines. Hidden in our breath. Hidden in every day we mistakenly believed had become safe."
Fu Hua lowered her head and looked at her own hands.
Those hands had once drawn the bow of the Hunt. They had once struck down countless abominations across the stars.
Now they were veined with black, as though some nameless force were gnawing at her from within, changing her very nature piece by piece.
"Xianyu's molting should have meant rebirth."
"But what rose in that pool was not the blue-green radiance of the Vidyadhara. It was the darkness of Nihility."
"That was when I understood. For five hundred and ninety years, we believed we were diluting Nihility. We believed that if we waited long enough, the plague would fade, and Yuanqiao would one day see the light again."
"But we were wrong."
"Nihility had never been diluted."
"It had only been waiting."
"Waiting for us to lower our guard. Waiting for us to believe we were safe. Waiting for a careless moment in which to erupt."
Her monologue continued as she closed her eyes again.
"Xianyu was right. That witch had never truly left."
"She did not need to destroy Yuanqiao with her own hands. She only needed to plant Nihility inside us… and wait."
"Wait until, without ever noticing, we ourselves became part of Nihility."
"And I…"
She paused, and when she spoke again, there was the faintest trace of self-mockery in her voice.
"I am the one most deeply infected."
"In that battle five hundred and ninety years ago, I believed I had won."
"I believed I had driven the witch away. I believed Yuanqiao still had hope."
"But now it seems that 'victory' had been part of her design from the very beginning."
"She retreated on purpose. She let me think I had won. She let me think Yuanqiao had survived."
"Because only then would I willingly remain here, guarding what I believed to be the final spark."
"Only then would Nihility have time to seep into every corner of Yuanqiao."
"From the Cloud Knights to the common people, from the elderly to the children… no one was spared."
"Not even me."
The candle flame in the chamber suddenly quivered.
Fu Hua opened her eyes and fixed them on the wavering light.
"Xianyu was right. I am on the verge of mara."
"Not only because of age. Not only because of these nine hundred years."
"But because of Nihility."
"It has taken root within me. It is growing. Spreading. Slowly devouring my consciousness."
"I can feel it changing me."
"Turning me into… something else."
Her voice softened further, as though she were speaking to herself—or to someone who was not in the chamber at all.
"There is no path left for any of us."
"So I have to leave."
"Yuanqiao cannot continue like this. We sealed the ship for five hundred and ninety years because we believed we were protecting the galaxy."
"But in truth, we have only been preserving a bomb that could detonate at any moment."
"One day, Nihility will fully erupt within Yuanqiao."
"And when that happens, not only Yuanqiao, but the whole galaxy will be dragged down with it."
"So I have to find someone capable of killing me."
"Someone strong enough to sever my connection to Nihility. Someone who can kill me—and kill the Nihility inside me at the same time."
"I do not know where that person is. I do not know how long I will have to search."
"But I must search."
The image closed in on her face.
The candlelight danced across her features, illuminating the black veins on her skin—and the faint, bitter smile tugging at her lips.
Then she reached for a roll of plain white bandage.
She had prepared it long ago.
Taking it in hand, she wrapped it around her eyes, one layer after another.
The white cloth covered her sight completely, and she tied a simple knot behind her head.
Then, without telling anyone, she left Yuanqiao alone.
The galaxy was vast, the stars innumerable.
Fu Hua moved through the sea of stars with no destination and no direction, driven only by one obsession.
To find someone who could kill her.
She went first to the Family.
Not because she thought it the most likely answer—but because it was the farthest place she could think of.
She wanted to test the limits of her own restraint. She wanted to see how long she could keep her Nihility contained.
If she could remain lucid even within the Family's territory, then perhaps she still had time.
And if not…
She never allowed herself to finish that thought.
The Asdana system—territory of the Family.
It was a flourishing star region, worlds large and small scattered through the galaxy like strings of pearls.
Laughter. Music. Dancing. Peace.
It was a paradise for believers in Harmony.
But because of the Nihility within herself, Fu Hua never stepped onto any of those worlds.
She remained only at the edge of the Asdana system, gazing from afar at that glittering constellation of lights.
There was a saying in the galaxy: among all the Paths, Harmony's Emanators were the most unusual, because in a certain sense, every one of them was just a part of Xipe's body.
Fu Hua thought that perhaps one or several Emanators of Harmony might be capable of killing her.
And so she felt for them.
Those Harmonious presences.
Powerful. Ordered. Chaotic.
They spread from deep within Asdana like countless threads, woven together into an immense net.
Each thread was an Emanator of Harmony. Each voice was a whisper of Xipe.
And yet she discovered that not a single one of them could kill her.
The moment that judgment formed in her mind, she felt nothing.
She simply turned away.
And kept going.
Her next destination was the IPC.
Pier Point, the Interastral Peace Corporation's headquarters—the most prosperous metropolitan domain in the galaxy.
Fu Hua stood outside the starport and watched the endless stream of ships, the merchants in hurried motion, the tower that rose straight into the heavens.
The giant image of the Amber Lord stood upon the planet itself, overlooking the galaxy.
It was the symbol of Preservation. The extension of the IPC's will.
Fu Hua's gaze settled on that colossal figure. Even through the cloth wrapped over her eyes, she could sense the golden light flowing across it.
Then she felt the presence of Qlipoth.
Vast. Immovable. Overwhelming.
But Fu Hua did not draw closer.
Not because she could not.
Because she would not.
She did not want to deal with the IPC. She did not want to entangle herself in those karmic threads. She did not want to bring Nihility into contact with others.
But above all, her instincts told her one thing:
Do not approach Qlipoth.
It was not because the Aeon could not kill her.
It was because she must not be killed by an Aeon.
Fu Hua herself could not explain why. But she trusted her instincts.
Originally, she had come to Pier Point to search for the IPC's two elusive P49s—Louis Fleming and Dongfang Qixing.
When people spoke of Preservation Emanators in the present, the publicly acknowledged names were only Taravan and Diamond. Those two were renowned throughout the galaxy, venerated by merchants everywhere.
But Fu Hua had already sensed them.
They had some measure of strength, yes.
But they were nowhere near enough.
That was why she wanted to see whether those two almost mythical figures truly existed.
In the end, she found neither of them.
Whether they were already dead, or simply elsewhere, she did not know.
In any case, she never found them.
So once again, Fu Hua left.
After that, she went to the Garden of Recollection.
She even tried venturing toward the battlefields of Destruction.
But in the end, she found nothing.
She still could not find the person capable of killing her.
With no other choice, Fu Hua returned to Yuanqiao.
Yuanqiao Xianzhou. The General's Hall.
She passed silently through the Jade Gate, alerting no one.
As she returned to the General's Hall and reached out to push the door open, a voice sounded from behind her.
"General."
Fu Hua's motion paused. She turned around.
A young man in Vidyadhara attire stood at the gate, a jade scroll in his hands, his expression respectful.
Excitement shone plainly on his face, as though he were carrying some tremendous good news.
"What is it?" Fu Hua asked, calm as ever.
The young man paused, then answered, the thrill in his voice hard to hide.
"Reporting to the General—the Molting Pool… Lady Xianyu's reincarnation has hatched today."
Fu Hua froze.
Her brows lifted slightly. Her lips parted, as though she meant to say something—but no sound came.
The young man hurried on.
"As Lady Xianyu instructed before her passing, she wished for you to choose a name for her next life."
Fu Hua fell silent for a moment.
"General?" the young man prompted carefully.
At last, Fu Hua came back to herself and looked down at the jade scroll in his hands.
"When did she hatch?"
"Reporting to the General, at the hour of Yin today. The turquoise light of the Molting Pool lasted for a full three hours—far longer than with any ordinary Vidyadhara reincarnation. The elders all say this rebirth is extraordinary."
Fu Hua gave a faint nod.
"Call her… Mobius."
The young man stared for a second, then hurriedly drew out a notebook and wrote the name down in rapid strokes.
The scratching of the pen seemed unusually loud in the silence of the night.
Once the record was complete, he hesitated, then spoke again.
"General… would you like to go and see her?"
"The elders all say this rebirth is no ordinary one. Since the Molting Pool glowed for three whole hours, something about it must be special."
"If possible, they hope you can witness it yourself."
Fu Hua's answer came quietly.
"All right."
And so Fu Hua followed the young Vidyadhara to the Molting Pool.
They arrived.
Several elder Vidyadhara were keeping watch at the poolside, and when they saw Fu Hua approach, they immediately rose to salute.
"General."
Fu Hua motioned for them to dispense with the formalities, then stepped into the hall.
The water was clear to the bottom, softly radiant in shades of blue-green, reflecting the patterns engraved overhead.
On the stone platform by the side of the pool lay a small swaddled bundle.
Fu Hua stopped by the water's edge, looking across the short distance at the bundle.
Inside it, a tiny infant lay awake.
Fu Hua met that child's eyes, and something rose within her that she could not quite name.
She had been about to greet the little one.
But then she noticed something.
The Nihility that constantly clung to her body—
The moment it came near this infant, it vanished.
Not suppressed.
Not driven back.
It truly disappeared.
Completely.
As though it had never existed at all.
Fu Hua's expression changed instantly.
She stepped forward and came straight to the stone platform, then knelt beside it.
The child—Mobius—looked back at her with those clear blue-green eyes, silent and steady.
Fu Hua hesitated, then slowly reached out a hand toward the infant.
It was a strange sensation.
A certainty rising from the depths of her soul, irresistible and absolute.
Only this child before her could kill her.
Only Mobius could sever her link to Nihility. Only Mobius could kill her and, with her, the Nihility inside her.
Fu Hua's breath caught.
She had never imagined that after all Yuanqiao had endured, after all she had searched, the answer would be here.
Right before her eyes.
Inside the body of a child who had only just hatched into this world.
There, at the Molting Pool of the Vidyadhara quarter, beneath the blue-green light, in front of the puzzled eyes of the elders, Fu Hua lowered her head and spoke to the swaddled infant.
"Mobius."
"From this day onward, you are my disciple."
"I will raise you into someone capable of killing me."
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