Chapter 1589: Chapter 967: Samsara Fragment

Outside the carriage window, the swirling wind and snow enveloped tiny ice pellets, striking the carriage with a sound as crisp as beads rolling.

The fierce wind roared, like the long tongue of a giant beast licking the flickering lights of the Capital, viewing all living beings as mere fish and meat.

Inside the carriage, a single lamp flickered, casting a dim yellow light over Fang You’s face, making his gaze appear somewhat gloomy and uncertain.

The complex emotions in his eyes gradually settled into calmness, and he let out a long sigh:

"I know, at this point, Shifang City is certainly impossible to retreat whole.

Since the Immortal Lord is an old acquaintance of A Fu, now that you’re here, I only have one request.

I hope the Immortal Lord can protect Geyu for A Fu’s sake."

Baili An said, "I will take her away from here."

Fang You’s expression grew solemn and grave: "Merely taking her away from here is useless. No matter where she goes, whether to the ends of the earth, as long as the curse of the Ten Directions Sword remains, she will never be free."

"What does City Lord Fang mean?" Baili An furrowed his brows.

Fang You said, "Otherwise, why else would I hurriedly arrange a marriage alliance for Geyu during Shifang City’s crisis?

Even though I, Fang You, do not come from a great family, I would never stoop so low as to use my daughter’s marriage to win over the Upper Pure Immortal Clan for my own protection." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

His tone was extremely heavy: "You must know, there is no perfect solution in this world.

To break the curse of the Ten Directions Sword, the price is exceedingly cruel, and Geyu is now walking the same path as her mother."

"The same path?"

Fang You rubbed his forehead with his fingers, the shadows falling from his eyes gradually revealing a sense of aged weariness.

"People all think that A Fu and I are not on good terms because she is the daughter of a Golden Immortal.

I am but an ordinary cultivator; the gap between us is as vast as the heavens and the earth, inherently mismatched, but in truth, the rumors are not so.

A Fu was strong enough to lead the Ten Directions and guard the Northwest Sea Defense, resisting the sea demon’s erosion of the Mortal World from beyond the domain.

Had it not been for the year she found me, severely injured and close to death in the vast snow, how could she have been moved to attachment, only to be bitten by that Evil God?

I am powerless and useless, unable to share the burden she bears, only able to watch as she suffered deeply day and night, sealing her Six Consciousnesses.

But her inner world had long been riddled with wounds by the True Ancestor Evil God, the seal was already useless.

The bonds of love are hard to sever, cutting them only for them to regrow, and at that time, the power of the True Ancestor was already on the verge of erupting.

If the curse is not broken in time, her desires, her obsessions, would collapse like an avalanche, completely becoming nourishment for the True Ancestor Evil God.

But if one wants to thoroughly remove the curse, to reseal that monster into the sword.

The only way is to recreate the bloodline of the Ten Directions...

And that is our child, Fang Geyu."

Inside, Baili An’s emotions surged wildly, a kind of deep sadness causing the Corpse Pearl to ache faintly.

Fang Geyu’s birth... was only to inherit that curse.

His expression slowly darkened: "So this means that City Lord Fang is eager to find a husband for Fang Geyu, even to bear offspring!

All just to pass this cursed misfortune to the next generation?!"

In response to Baili An’s questioning, Fang You’s face was pained but showed no guilt.

He looked at Baili An and calmly asked, "If it were the Immortal Lord facing such a dilemma, what choice would you make?

Some are destined to be ordinary from birth, while others are destined to be the heart of the world the moment they are born.

Regardless of being a great figure or a small one, everyone shoulders their own mission and fate.

Mortals must endure the suffering of birth, old age, sickness, and death, this is their tribulation.

For an Upper Immortal, they must suffer the eternal loneliness of severed love and affection, this is also a tribulation.

Suppressing the Ten Directions Sword is A Fu’s mission, as well as Geyu’s mission. But they are never omnipotent Saints.

The only thing they can do is strive to guard their mission well.

But the word mission, when thrust upon one, due to fate, no one can guarantee they will fulfill it well.

If it cannot be completed, then there is only sacrifice. When A Fu’s desires grew uncontrollable, how desperate must her heart have been.

If possible, who would want their children, their descendants, to suffer this lonely fate, ensnared by a curse all their lives.

The Immortal Lord cannot say that A Fu’s decision is selfish, because she had no other choice."

In response to these words, Baili An’s gaze remained clear and undisturbed: "Fang Geyu is not her."

Fang You’s expression became solemn: "Yes, Geyu is not A Fu, she’s only nineteen this year.

Yet A Fu, who lived for thousands of years as an immortal deity, could not resist the curse.

This burden, like a great mountain, presses down on Geyu, and I really cannot imagine, what will she become?"

Fang You’s tone was sorrowful and powerless: "She can’t bear it... Geyu, this child, lost her mother at an early age.

I cherish her like a treasure, love her, pity her, she can be frivolous and willful, act as she pleases.

She has never endured the hardships of the world, facing such a curse, she cannot withstand it."

"This is her fate, an unchangeable destiny, she has to accept it.

As her father, I only chose a smoother path for her life."

"Enough."

Fang You’s words were halted by Baili An.

He slowly lifted his head, the cold moonlight from outside the window falling into his dark eyes, with something unbreakable hidden in the depths of those eyes.

He softly but firmly spoke.

"I will change Fang Geyu’s fate."

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Midnight negotiations ultimately failed to yield a result.

The carriage swayed gently as it traveled on the snow-laden, deserted road, surrounded by desolation.