Aether X Zhongli Novels & Stories

He immediately stops playing and sighs desperately. "Don't stop." I quickly say. He ignores me and clears his throat. "I don't know what happened to me." Smiling, I take his hand and begin to draw a heart shape on his palm. "Eren..." I start softly. "You are my shield. I've always admired your confidence, your courage and I know that you will win this battle too. I'm not telling you this just to make you feel better. I really mean it. Nothing can bring you down."

"Bastard!" Upon hearing this familiar voice, Beigong Qin was startled. He quickly turned around and said with his head lowered, "Senior Zhong... Zhongli." A white-bearded old man in a cyan robe appeared a foot above the ground. Like Evernight, the elder's face and clothes were also stamped with runes, but his runes were red, which seemed to be weird. He was Zhongli Zhen, the Zither Spirit inside the strange Jade Zither owned by Beigong Qin.

Swoosh Meng Liuli's words caused Zephyr Khan's eyes to grow incredibly sharp. His eyes opened and closed as if thousands of divine blade s had appeared. They were sharp and carried a strong killing aura. Originally, Meng Liuli's pretty face was smiling, but at this moment, she couldn't help but freeze for a while, and her beautiful eyes revealed a look of surprise.

Their leaves were all silver and shiny because of the Aether that was always being released. Malachi said, "The Royal Pack thinks Aether is like a battery that you can use up and throw away." He was standing there with his shirt off. You could see the glowing tattoos all over his body. They were like a map of his history or something. ". For a Celestial like me Aether is more like a conversation. You do not take the power Elowen. You are the power."

Aetherion stepped forward, his violet eyes wide with something between awe and concern. “You’ve surpassed every prediction,” he murmured. “Even I didn’t anticipate this speed of control.” “Then help us,” I said sharply. “We don’t have time for lectures.” He nodded, lifting his hands. Dark energy rippled around him, but this time, it wasn’t hostile. He formed a barrier around the fissure, holding back the black tide rising from below. The Creator hissed, slamming one massive shadow hand into Aetherion’s barrier. “Your allies cannot save her. She belongs to me!”

His gaze swept over the room, lingering briefly on Zoe with an unreadable look before he continued. “To understand your own abilities, you must first understand the legacies from which they were born,” he said. “This is the history of the Aetherians, the ancient beings chosen by the gods to guard and channel the four elemental powers.” At the mention of “Aetherians,” Zoe’s hand subconsciously moved to the book Elara had given her earlier, now tucked safely in her bag. It had mentioned this word several times, describing the Aetherians as individuals chosen by divine entities to wield unique elemental powers that influenced the very balance of nature.

I asked, pressing my lips together to hold back a laugh. Valen feigned a wounded expression. “You don’t have to sound so doubtful. The Cidron is a proud artifact. It just… has its preferences. And now that you’re the Aether, it’ll need you.” “Need me?” I echoed, uncertain whether to be flattered or nervous. “Let’s say it’s never truly worked for anyone,” he explained. “Only… harmonized. And you’re uniquely tied to Lyria’s magic, to me. If anyone can bring it into balance, it’s you.”

Zander sat in quiet reflection, surrendering his thirst for vengeance and acknowledging the darkness he had carried for too long. At dawn, Elior approached them once more. “The Almighty has heard,” he said calmly. “If you place your trust in Him and do not turn back to the ways of darkness, the House of Aetherion will be delivered into your hands. Not through cruelty. Not through deceit. But through righteousness and resolve.” That same day, the border towers of Velmora finally came into view.

He also floated, trying to chase the hooded figure in the sky. Die you! The sword in hand was a white robe, swinging and poking toward the back of the hooded figure. He released the sword, which flew away like a lifeless object. His sword gave the hooded figure no chance to escape. The sound of the sword squeaked, and the rippling wind contained the power of Mingzhu Energy – a common energy prevailing among practitioners of the Longwu Continent. The hooded figure became serious instantly. Subconsciously, Li Wei shouted a distress signal. "Take care of your back!" he shouted.

Lin Qixuan shook her head; she only looked at Ling Qingzhu for a moment before turning her gaze back to Long Chen. “Is that… him?” Xie Xue asked Li Wei, who was standing beside her. “Yes! He came to help us,” Li Wei replied, smiling happily at the sight of Long Chen. Xie Xue was also overjoyed; it turned out Long Chen was indeed still alive, and his current power far surpassed her own. “Little dragon, retreat!” Long Chen snapped his fingers once more, instantly teleporting the little dragon to Ling Qingzhu’s location. A light instantly enveloped the entire alliance army, shielding them from the effects of the blood pressure surge.