The Legend of the Princess' Counterattack

Chapter 963: Tracing the Light and Making a Choice

As soon as Yun Yao's fingertips touched the moss at the edge of the ancient well, the entire world trembled like shattered glass. Chu Mochen suddenly shielded her behind him, the Hongmeng Pen in his palm emitting a dazzling golden light, but it froze the moment it touched the void. Before them, another "Yun Yao" was huddled by the well, her white skirt soaked in the murky water, and a blood scab still clinging to her forehead.

This is clearly what she looked like on the day she traveled through time!

"System prompt: Activation of the spacetime anchor point has been detected, and the current world line is in [Initial State]." The system's voice held a rare tremor. The shadow of the old woman slowly emerged from the bronze order, her cloudy eyes shimmering with stars. "Child, this is the origin of your arrival in the world of cultivation, and also the final shackles set by the Heavenly Dao Divine Palace."

The veins on Chu Mochen's hand holding the sword bulged, "So this is all a scam? From the palace to the shrine, every step we take is within their calculations?" He suddenly coughed violently, and the black blood seeping from between his fingers turned into tiny chains the moment it hit the ground, winding its way towards the ancient well.

Yun Yao stared into the empty eyes of her other self, memories flooding back. She recalled the last moment before her time travel, when a pop-up window appeared on her computer screen: "Are you sure you want to enter the world of 'The Legend of the Princess' Counterattack'?" She had somehow pressed the confirm button, unaware that this marked the beginning of her descent into reincarnation.

"Choose." The old woman waved her sleeves, and two beams of light shot up into the sky. In the left beam, the Chaos Godhead hovered in mid-air, and the shadows of the Three Thousand Worlds were faintly visible in the dazzling light. In the right beam, Chu Mochen's figure gradually became transparent, and the world around him began to fall apart. "Devour the original body, and you will return to the Chaos Realm, becoming a god who controls thousands of worlds, but all memories of him will be erased. If you choose to give up the godhead..." The old woman's voice suddenly became low, "This world will be completely annihilated, including every trace of cause and effect you have condensed with the laws of creation."

From the depths of the ancient well emanated waves of sobbing, as if countless wronged souls were wailing. Yun Yao felt her consciousness being torn apart, half by the pressure of the Creator God, half by the attachment of a mortal Yun Yao. She remembered Chu Mochen coughing up blood before the blood-red altar, the blood-stained jade slip Xiao Cui had slipped into her before her death, and the piece of osmanthus cake Chu Mochen had quietly handed her when they first started a fire in the palace kitchen.

"Ayao!" Chu Mochen suddenly grabbed her wrist, the temperature from his fingertips was incredibly hot, "Don't believe their lies! Back then, you were willing to fall into the reincarnation cycle to save me. How can I let you forget everything again now?" His eyes flashed bloodshot, and the Hongmeng Pen suddenly burst out with a destructive aura, "At worst, I will accompany you into the reincarnation cycle again!"

At that moment, Liu Yan'er suddenly appeared between the beams of light. Stripped of her divine garb, she appeared exceptionally frail, yet clutched tightly in her arms a glowing object—the very same cell phone Yun Yao had brought with her when she traveled through time! "So that's how it is..." Liu Yan'er laughed bitterly, throwing the phone toward Yun Yao. "You think you're a traveler, but you're just an experiment from a higher dimension! Take a look at this, and you'll understand."

The phone screen automatically lit up, and a dusty video began to play. In the video, Su Yao, in the modern world, sat at her computer, the screen displaying the document titled "The Legend of the World-Traveling Princess' Counterattack." Suddenly, a mysterious code flashed, and Su Yao's body was sucked into the computer. The moment she disappeared, the name "Lin Yue" in the document automatically changed to "Yun Yao."

"This is impossible..." Yun Yao stumbled back, but Chu Mochen held her steady. She finally understood why the system tasks were always so strikingly similar to the plots of novels, and why Liu Yan'er could predict her actions time and time again—it turned out that from the very beginning, they were all characters created by an author from a higher dimension!

The old woman's shadow began to distort. "Now that you know the truth, you should understand that only by becoming a Chaos God can you break this endless cycle. Otherwise, everyone you care about will be trapped in this false world forever." Her voice became cold and mechanical. "The countdown begins, ten, nine..."

Chu Mochen suddenly plunged the Hongmeng Pen into his heart, blood gushing out, forming ancient runes in the air. "Ayao, do you remember the oath we swore when we were in the sect?" Blood trickled from the corners of his mouth, but he smiled gently. "We will share the same bed in life and the same grave in death. Even if my soul scatters, I will be with you." The runes formed a chain, tightly connecting him and Yun Yao.

A resolute glint flashed in Yun Yao's eyes. She remembered Xiao Cui's words in the Divine Palace dungeon: "The true law of creation is not control, but protection." She slowly walked towards her alter ego, reaching out to touch the huddled figure. A miracle occurred. The two "Yun Yao" bodies began to merge, and the Chaos Godhead transformed into tiny starlight, merging into her bloodline.

"I choose the third way." Yun Yao's voice resounded throughout the world, "I want to break this script written by others and create a world that truly belongs to us!" As she raised her hand, the Hongmeng Pen automatically flew into her palm. What flowed from the tip of the pen was no longer ink, but a golden light that flashed with a chaotic aura.

The old woman screamed, "You're crazy! Without the Chaos Godhead, you can't resist the will of a higher dimension!" But Yun Yao had already begun writing, outlining a new world law in the void. Chu Mochen's blood turned into a barrier, separating them from the collapsing world.

Liu Yan'er suddenly lunged at Yun Yao, but was repelled the moment she touched the light. She gazed at her hands, which were gradually becoming transparent, a smile of relief finally breaking through her eyes. "So, I'm just a supporting character in someone else's story... But at least, I witnessed a true comeback." Before she vanished, she tossed her phone toward Yun Yao again. This time, the screen displayed a blank document.

Yun Yao caught the phone, suddenly realizing something. She transformed the Hongmeng Pen into data, entering it into a blank document. She wrote: "Chu Mochen, also known by his courtesy name Jinhan, is Yun Yao's husband. Born at the dawn of chaos, we control three thousand small worlds together." As the last word fell, the entire world trembled violently, and the ancient well erupted with a thousand-foot-long light, reuniting the world on the verge of annihilation.

After the light faded, Yun Yao found herself in a completely new world. It contained the bustling streets of the secular world, the towering mountains of the cultivation world, and even the skyscrapers of the modern world. Chu Mochen stood beside her, holding a flower formed from the energy of chaos. "Welcome to our world."

In the distance, Liu Yan'er, holding a little fox, waved at them. Her eyes were no longer filled with hatred, but with a smile of relief. Yun Yao knew that in this world, everyone would have the right to rewrite their own destiny.

The system's voice sounded again, but it was no longer a mechanical prompt, but a gentle laugh. "Congratulations, host, on completing the final mission - [Creating Freedom]. From now on, every story in this world will be written by the people who live here."

Yun Yao gazed at the starry sky and held Chu Mochen's hand tightly. She finally understood that true counterattack wasn't about becoming a high and mighty god, but about possessing the courage to control one's own destiny. And their story had just begun...