The Deepest Depths of the Library of Feathers
In the deepest, silent space of the Library of Feathers, which resembled an eternal night, the Black Feather King's gaze was like a blade tempered with ice—cold and sharp. Within his emotionless eyes, the flickering figures of Li Tuosen and Chu Yao appeared, swaying like a candle in the wind.
"You fools, blinded by lies, how can you understand what true transformation is?" he said.
Like a deity from on high, he slowly rose from his seat. His long, bony fingers moved gracefully, as if conducting an orchestra, and in an instant, ancient and ominous books made of black feathers were drawn into the air, as if pulled by an invisible force. They danced like dark birds, and then, as if given life, transformed into countless sharp and deadly black feather blades. These blades hovered around him, exuding a chilling aura of death.
Chu Yao’s frail body, like a leaf blown by a fierce wind, suddenly crumpled, as if losing all support. She collapsed to the cold ground, and a single black feather, as dark as the depths of hell, pierced her delicate neck with an irresistible force, bringing suffocating pain.
Countless fragmented memories, torn apart like exploding fireworks, surged violently in her mind—
She was like a lonely and helpless child, standing stubbornly before her mother’s cold funeral hall. Facing her sorrowful relatives, she spoke with a trembling, childish voice, trying to appear strong: "I'm fine... Uncle, Aunt... I'm not scared... really..."
Lies.
In the next moment, like a curse descending upon her, countless small black feathers erupted from her throat, like demons breaking free from their chains. She coughed up blood, and one after another, tiny and uncontrollable black feathers grew from her mouth, creating an unbearable choking sensation.
Li Tuosen, desperate like a drowning man reaching for the last thread of hope, lunged toward Chu Yao, but the ground beneath him transformed like a living creature, turning into a deep, viscous black shadow, like an endless swamp, trapping his feet and preventing him from moving.
The judgment came like a merciless shackle.
On the feathered walls of the library, stained by darkness, a strange and eerie light suddenly flickered. A complex and mysterious array of ancient runes appeared, written by an invisible hand, slowly revealing themselves. It was the ancient pact known as the "Feather People's Pact."
The Black Feather King's face, as cold as ice, bore no expression. He was like a harbinger of fate, slowly speaking, "Only those who fully admit to the lies they have spoken and are willing to forever serve the lies have the right to bear my supreme power as the 'Lord of the Feather People.'"
Li Tuosen, like a sinner hanging from an invisible cross, was painfully suspended in midair. A black feather pen, glowing with a cold light, hovered before his eyes, controlled by an unseen force. Before him, a contract, woven from countless lies, appeared like a ghost, slowly materializing:
"I admit, I have always been deeply envious of that respected professor."164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAj90QiDUPz
"I admit, I crave power—not to protect others, but simply because I fear being forgotten by this world, abandoned by everyone."
His hands trembled violently as though bound by invisible chains, his conscience roaring like a beast, trying to stop him from signing the soul-selling contract.
But on his back, seven black feathers, resembling demonic claws, had already sprouted unnaturally, and the eighth feather, like the sword of Damocles hanging above his head, was about to pierce through his fragile flesh—the critical point of his complete transformation into a Feather Person.
"Refuse to sign this contract, and you will be forever transformed into the most terrifying form of the Feather People—'Black Swallowing Feather People.' Your throat will be cursed, unable to speak the truth, and you will be lost in endless lies, even deceiving yourself."
Suddenly, a familiar voice, like a breaking silence, rang out clearly from the edge of the distorted space:
"What if... I am willing to share in his sins?"
It was Ye Ling.
She burst into the library like a whirlwind from the other side, her body adorned with ancient feather patterns, glowing like flames. Her eyes, dark like obsidian, shone with unparalleled determination and resolve.
"I am the daughter of the Feather King. The blood of the Feather People flows in my veins, but I choose to speak the truth. I will personally break this curse that hangs over everything, not like you, relying on those false and fragile lies!"
Like a martyr, she bit her finger without hesitation, and drops of crimson blood fell onto the contract, forming a red mark. This red blood and the dark feather print intertwined, like the union of yin and yang, creating a strange and mysterious dual contract seal.
The space seemed to tear apart with an invisible force, sending shockwaves through the air!
The Black Feather King's abyssal eyes widened in disbelief and terror: "You... You fools! This is a double-edged contract! If one of you collapses completely, the other—will be like a puppet chained to them, walking together into the abyss of destruction!"
Li Tuosen, like a sinner who had made up his mind, slowly closed his eyes. His trembling hand, guided by an unseen force, finally signed his name on the soul-selling contract.
In that instant, the black feathers, like demonic claws, disintegrated, turning into countless brilliant golden starlight, like freed spirits drifting into the cold air.
"I would rather burn out like a shooting star, than be controlled by the chains of lies you have woven, becoming your eternal puppet!"
He and Ye Ling, like two travelers bound tightly together in the darkness, grasped each other’s hands. The ground beneath their feet suddenly turned as if stained with blood, transforming into a huge, deep red feather disk, like an ancient altar, forming a new and mysterious pattern filled with powerful energy:
"Reverse Sequence of the Feather People, activate."
The Black Feather King, like an enraged beast, let out a deafening roar. The countless black feathers around him, like wings of death, swirled wildly as the entire library, like a fortress of lies, began to collapse violently, as if the decaying wood could no longer hold under the strain.
In the midst of the blood-red and eternal night-black light, a new feather core, radiating warmth and pure light, was slowly born, like the first rays of dawn.
In Li Tuosen’s eyes, bright like golden fire, a mysterious line of text appeared:
"The Lord of the Feathers should not be chosen by lies, but by those who, in pursuit of truth, are willing to sacrifice everything."
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