Chapter 724: Chapter 432: The World Beyond the Book (Part 2)
Even if this book has been completed, the will of the world continues to deduce life for everyone.
Everyone is nothing more than a puppet without thoughts, controlled by the will of the world.
What Li Nuo does is just a minor adjustment.
Knowing this, unlike the ancestors of the Dongfang Family and many historical Saints of the Yin Yang School who went mad and died, is not easy.
Li Nuo extended his right hand and gently clenched his fist.
At this moment, it was as if all living beings in this world, whether ordinary people without cultivation, or Semi-Saints and Saints from various schools, heard the sound of something breaking.
Even the dogs on Chang’an Street lifted their heads, bewilderedly looking around.
The entire world seemed to fall silent for a moment.
However, after an instant, people returned to their usual activities, continuing what they were doing, as if nothing had happened, only feeling their bodies inexplicably lighter.
But for Dongfang Xuan and the Saints of the Yin Yang School, the world had changed.
In their eyes, fate had disappeared!
They could no longer see others’ destinies, not completely, but what they saw was a blank slate!
Though they found this highly unaccustomed, it represented infinite possibilities!
The cultivation within their bodies from the Yin Yang School was rapidly dissipating, Dongfang Xuan looked down and muttered: "My cultivation..."
Li Nuo looked at him and said: "From now on, there will be no more Yin Yang School in this world."
The foresight of the Yin Yang Technique is essentially a peeping into the will of the world.
When the will of the world disappears, no longer deducing the future for the people of the continent, the Yin Yang Technique will also cease to exist.
Starting now, the people of this world are free.
Their lives are created by themselves, and everyone’s future is filled with infinite possibilities.
No more Yin Yang School in the world, and no fate to be spied upon.
Even Li Nuo himself cannot.
The melancholy expression on Dongfang Xuan’s face disappeared, even though he lost the cultivation of the Saint Realm, he also gained a certain liberation.
Master Gongsun, who accompanied Zhao Zhiyi, also let out a long breath.
At the same time, in a common residence in Chang’an.
King Rui put down the book in his hand, a smile appearing on his face.
The world has finally become peaceful...
...
In the small courtyard.
In the presence of All Saints, Li Nuo’s body slowly blurred.
When he opened his eyes, he was already in the bustling marketplace.
The street was bustling, the steam from the bun shop wrapped in a fragrant sesame aroma, copper bells on the pedlar’s shoulder jingled chaotically, laborers in short coarse clothing brushed past him carrying sacks, the scent of sweat mixed with the fresh fragrance of freshly cut wood filled the air.
Countless pedestrians passed by him, with no one noticing, suddenly an additional person appeared on the crowded street.
Only a child squatting on the roadside chewing on a candied hawthorn widened his round, bright eyes, pulling at his mother’s indigo skirt and exclaimed: "Mama, that person seemed to suddenly appear!"
The woman continued chatting with a neighbor’s wife, opening the child’s hand without looking back: "Adults are talking, children shouldn’t interrupt, just eat your candied hawthorn..."
Li Nuo glanced around, this place was eerily similar to the streets of Chang’an, giving him the illusion he was still in the world of the book.
However, this place couldn’t be the world in the book.
Even the fictitious can always find some prototype, the Chang’an in the book might be constructed based on reality by the author.
He couldn’t sense the will of this world, the Confucian, Legalism, Mohist, Martial Path, School of Calligraphy..., and all the various powers within him had vanished without a trace.
This was also normal, after all, those settings were unique to the book; once he left the world within the book, he had to abide by the rules of the real world.
Come to think of it, the Chang’an in the book was even more advanced and developed than here.
There, every household already had electricity, travel could be done using advanced transportation, whereas here, still linger in the era of horse-drawn carriages, Li Nuo was quite doubtful; how did that third-rate author come up with those plots concerning modern technology?
Up to this point, there were still many unresolved mysteries in Li Nuo’s heart.
He walked aimlessly down the street, the bells around the necks of mules and horses jingled faintly as they moved away, the beads of the shopkeeper’s abacus clattered loudly, these noises woven into a dense web that enveloped him into this mundane world that was somewhat boring.
The third-rate author could create a bustling street with electric lights flickering in the phantom, make the steel beasts run on the pages of Chang’an, while his own world was trapped in wooden wheels, isn’t this a kind of irony?
Behind him, two people engaging in conversation could be heard.
"Have you seen the new dressing case made by Carpenter Wang, the craftsmanship is truly exquisite, the mortises and tenons fit tightly, the carved connected lotus even attracts real butterflies..."
"I advised him long ago to abandon those lousy brush-and-ink endeavors, he insisted on realizing the folly only after he starved his wallet thin..."
"The guy’s pen is merely third-rate, but his craftsmanship as a carpenter can be deemed first-rate."
"I’m planning to have him make a set of cabinets."
"The tables and chairs and stools at my place also need replacing..."
...
Li Nuo followed the two into a residential area in the city, although not dilapidated, was just an ordinary home, many wooden furniture pieces was placed inside and outside the courtyard, and the ground was littered with discarded wood chips.
"The cabinets will be ready in three days, my craftsmanship is assured!"
"The tables and chairs and stools are available in the warehouse, you choose whichever you like."
A man stood in the courtyard enthusiastically greeting the guests, seeing another figure standing at the entrance, he immediately approached, his sun-darkened round face beaming with a smile: "Customer, have you come to order custom furniture as well?"
Li Nuo looked at the man, about in his thirties, not tall, average appearance, and somewhat middle-aged paunch, belonging to someone truly unremarkable within a crowd.
Li Nuo smiled slightly, saying: "I’ll take a look first..."
The man chuckled: "Feel free to take a look, just call anytime if you need anything..."
Saying this, he went to the side to continue his unfinished work.
He had just picked up the saw, suddenly glanced at Li Nuo, curiously asking: "Brother, you look familiar, have we met somewhere?"
Li Nuo smiled: "Perhaps..."
The man shook his head, casting aside the inexplicable thought, and focused on sawing the wood.
Standing beside him, Li Nuo asked: "I heard you used to write novels?"
The man paused slightly while pulling the saw, quickly resumed the activity, saying: "That’s all in the past, let’s not mention it, let’s not mention it..."
Suddenly, he seemed to recall something, became cautious, looking at Li Nuo while protectively covering his head with a hand, and said: "You aren’t here to hit me, are you? Let me explain, I didn’t want to write like that; after running out of drafts, fearing scolding, I dared not stop updates, and lacked sufficient time for creation, resulting in many hurried plots, insufficient episode length, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to give Jiaren presence, but once they were together, I didn’t know what to write, I didn’t want to write daily about those matters in bed; I know they all write like that; I want to write about emotions, revolutions, struggles, discuss free will, write about historical cycles..., I have so much I want to write, I want to write well on each, but none of them turned out well, I’m just a dead literature enthusiast’s third-rate author, I won’t write books anymore, don’t hit me, I’ll give you fifty percent off on purchasing furniture, no, thirty percent off..."
Trembling, he finished speaking, only to discover the person in front had already vanished.
"Gone, gone?"
He let out a long breath, finally relieved.
At this moment, a woman of ordinary appearance wearing a cloth skirt came out from a room, carrying a bowl of water, walked to the man, saying: "Husband, have some water..."
Feeling a bit thirsty, he took the bowl and drank it in one gulp.
Handing the bowl back to the woman, glancing at the calluses long developed from holding a pen on his knuckles, the man’s expression grew dazed momentarily, sinking into deep silence.
The woman noticed something was wrong with his expression, asked concernedly: "Husband, what’s wrong?"
The man remained silent for a long time, slowly raising his head, saying: "Wife, I, I still want to write books..."
[ps: Only this Chapter today, there’s one more to conclude, I’ll write it slowly, should be done by noon tomorrow, by the way, I’m asking one more time, are there any unresolved plots, the ending has too much to address, might even forget some, if noticed I’ll include them, otherwise, they’ll be put in the extras.]
