Past Life Sage This Life A Dual Cultivator Novels & Stories

The Mountain Sage had perished long ago, yet he retained the appearance and demeanor of his younger self. That indicated that the Mountain Sage had achieved enlightenment at a young age, and his talent was exceptional. “The day has finally come...” The previously talkative Mountain Sage suddenly became much more solemn. Perhaps it was because he knew that by bringing Andrius here and passing on his true vitality, both his corpse and his spirit body would not exist for much longer. That was why he had been talking non-stop along the way. Now that the moment had arrived, he still felt disappointed even though he had once been a powerful cultivator at the Great Progression stage.

"No, you can't burn it! I'm telling you the truth; the curse has been plotted for too long. "It can't be lifted. If we mess with it, it will backfire on all of us, and we'll all die!" I plastered a smile on my face. "Since it can't be undone, we can find someone else to take the hit. Write down the name of the person who put you up to this."

Qadirre’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What are you insinuating?” The Celestial Sage said solemnly, “Although the Earthly Sage and I reside in the Tai Chi World, we’re not living beings. You should know that.” The Earthly Sage lifted his head and said coldly, “We’re manifestations of Yin-Yang Aura. Hence, our auras far surpass that of mere beings. Although you’re temporarily taking over as the Yang governor, I must inquire, are you a living being or a manifestation of aura?”

, Drex growls not correcting me either. I move to our leader, the guy whose calm demeanor is nothing but a deck of cards about to tumble to the floor. “You said instead of going for what was ours, we’d go for her sister. And let’s be honest here while Sax was great and she did help us, she was never—.” “Don’t”, Levi tries to stop me. “She was never ours. Sage is our reincarnated. She is our mate. We need her blood to live.” The silence that follows feels like a wormhole just sucked the life out of everything but it’s high time we faced the music.

She whispered. Her mother just seemed to follow a pattern, and that is when she figured it out what she really was. Her mother was a death echo and nothing more. She had only ever seen one death echo before, and now her mother would be the second one. Sage felt like walking up the street seeing more of her dream. She wanted to try and remember what day it was. Following the sidewalk, Sage was happy in her dream, and she knew that it was going to be hard to leave. There was no death and only light and happiness that was good enough for her.

Wes looks at me. “You’re right. The mate bond is sacred only to the fates. Nothing on this planet, except rejection or death, can break the mate bond. The death must be permanent. You feel it?” Sage motions to me. I nod and look down. “But I feel better.” “That’s because you died. You coming back essentially reset the clock.” Sage crosses his arms. Wes scowls. “So he’s going to go through this hell all over again?” “Unless I can talk to Mia. Where is she?” I look at Sage.

Sure enough, she appeared. I told her about the prophecy. She hesitated. "I can transfer the fated mate bond from you and Oscar to him and Catherine. But it will leave you very weak. And for one full week, your healing ability will be gone." I bowed slightly. "I understand. I'm willing. Please begin." The moment I'd accepted the chance to come back ten years, I'd accepted that I would give up everything to rewrite our story. Let him live with the woman he loved. Not bleed out from eighteen wounds in some riot.

There was anger and a flicker of guilt that vanished as soon as it surfaced, but in the end, it all dissolved into nothing. He gently pushed Lyra out of his embrace, walked over to where I was curled up on the ground, and crouched down. Looking me in the eye, he said, "See, Sylvia, this is destiny. In my previous life, I mistook the person who saved me, causing Lyra to suffer. In this life…"

I remembered the night Chad carried me to the highest peak of the territory to watch the stars. I remembered Timothy's face as he clumsily set off fireworks for me all night on the day of my awakening ceremony when I was eighteen. The memories of loving others and being loved finally diluted the last bit of pain I felt in death. A warm and bright moonlight enveloped me. I heard the gentle voice of the Moon Goddess. "Go now. In your next life, you will be born into a loving, ordinary family, with loving parents, a healthy body, and a peaceful and happy life."

Her face changed from beautiful to broken to bloodied and back again. “Justice.” The word rolled out slowly. Heavy. “Someone stole my life,” she whispered. “Now I want it back.” She paused. Her glowing eyes shifted slowly to Ònààra. “You know the path. You know the names. Help me come back.” Ònààra didn’t move. Her face was calm but firm. “You’re asking for more than just a favor.” Celine gave a slow, sad smile. “I’m asking for peace for my soul.”