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Whole Again

The ritual Mo Xuanyu performed was for revenge. But revenge shall it remain till his soul did not rest.

When Wei Wuxian killed all those who Mo Xuanyu deemed worthy of a sorrowful death as repayment for his humiliation and torture, he got something like an offering.

The cultivation world had offered Yiling Patriarch many things in life, but what could Mo Xuanyu, a boy of sixteen afford to offer? An offering is no small thing and one's life is the most dear to anyone. So Mo Xuanyu made his mind the day he performed the ritual.

He wished for revenge and revenge shall he get, and if the Patriarch does what Mo Xuanyu wants, the realm of soul and possibility may join hands and from the memory and soul of the Patriarch, might return him his life—old and new at once, sold and gold at price just.

The full restoration would remain in the blind hands of the Patriarch, for how he will achieve that a hazy mark, but sure enough to give him the star.

How wonderful is life, how harrowing the death. But the plane of after-death is a bliss, for few souls would lie.
But who could find, those who prefer light ?

For twilight is, but ungraspable, a silly illusion of something sweet.
A mixture of all bitter and sweet.

 
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A whole day and two nights— all awake non slept, fingers drawing complex arrays, mind calculating every direction, brain deciding every step is what takes Wei Wuxian to complete the longest array ritual ever. He is not summoning anything nor is he eliminating or trapping someone; he is collecting something, a part of himself recalled from his very own soul’s pieces he has.

His yearning  and determination is more than enough to fuel the arrays and enchantments to work, for the spell to consume and give the expected outcome.

Outside the courtyard in which he is preparing the array, Jiang Cheng is standing with two of his most trusted disciples beside him; ready to interfere least something goes wrong.
Not that it would. Wei Wuxian told Jiang Cheng the same, also warning him that if something untoward did happen, Jiang Cheng wouldn’t be able to help anyway as the backlash could be too much.

They both are haggard, between the week-long trip to the hills in Yiling and the return to Lotus Peir to complete the process; they are at their wit’s end. Jiang Cheng from carrying both of them on his sword for long distances without rest and Wei Wuxian from continuous strain on his resurrected body and mind. But everything will be over soon, for good or for worse.

This is the last stage and the most intricate and difficult one. A single mistake would cause him not only his but the Jiangs’ lives too who are waiting for him outside.

Finally, the array is done. Now the only thing left to do is to activate it and dip in his senses, praying that nothing would go wrong.

Wei Wuxia takes out a box wrapped in a piece of soft cotton from his things scattered near one side of the array, removing the lid to uncover a glowing ball of energy inside along with a sealed vial. The ball was emitting a soft but radiant blue glow, the vial filled with a pure black liquid, strictly in contrast with the light.

Taking both things with him, Wei Wuxian disrobed till he was only left in his trousers. Breaking the seal of the vial, he let a few drops onto the surface of the array— the liquid flowing like a serpentine; bending and slithering along the array’s design like it had a mind of its own.

When every nook and canny of the array was flowing with the dark liquid, Wei Wuxian himself stepped into it, reaching the centre with ease and getting into lotus position.
The ball was in his lap, glowing in the darkness. A bit of his blood and the array glowed bright, bathing him in its light. After that, he let himself drown in his mind, focusing on his soul and life-force.