While the city remained in uproar due to the battle between mysterious King-stage cultivators, Aldrian stayed in his room at the inn. He had just finished a steamy mont with Sylphia. Now, with his eyes closed, he held his naked lover from behind, his nose buried in her shoulder as if her scent were his lifeline.
"It tickles," she said with a giggle, feeling his nose rub against her shoulder repeatedly.
"You sll so fragrant, even your sweat has a captivating scent," Aldrian murmured. He continued the motion for a few monts before finally resting his nose in her hair.
After a brief silence, Sylphia suddenly spoke.
"Dear, have you ever had dreams about strange things? Like not knowing where you are or not understanding anything in the dream, yet feeling as though you’ve already experienced it?"
Aldrian opened his eyes, caught off guard by the sudden question. He didn’t answer imdiately, only after a few monts of silence did he finally responded.
"Well, yes. To be honest, I’ve had many experiences like that. Strange things happen in my dreams, and I often don’t know what to make of them. They’re so weird, but at the sa ti, I feel like I know them very well."
Sylphia fell silent, contemplating his response. After a mont, she asked, "Aldrian, do you believe in reincarnation?"
"If you had asked this when we first t, I wouldn’t have been able to answer with certainty. Back then, I would have simply said I believed because it’s the common belief across the continent. But now, after all this ti, I truly believe in reincarnation. I’m certain that we’ve lived lives before this one."
"Why do you think so now?" Sylphia asked.
"I just know it. I know it sounds ridiculous, but the experiences I’ve had in my dreams don’t feel like re dreams. To , it’s as though I’m living a completely different life—one vastly different from my current one. It’s hard to explain. I’ve never experienced the life I see in my dreams, yet at the sa ti, I feel like I already have. That’s why I’m convinced my dreams are glimpses of my past life. And also..."
Aldrian fell silent, hesitating to continue. Sensing this, Sylphia turned her naked body to face him, her eyes eting his. She could see the unspoken weight he carried—secrets he hesitated to share. Yet, she seed to understand why. She recalled the words of the mysterious woman and was reminded of Aldrian’s extraordinary origins.
She wrapped her arms around him tightly, smiling warmly.
"It’s okay. I know you have secrets you can’t share with right now. I just hope that soday, you’ll be able to tell ," she said softly.
Aldrian smiled back at her, though his expression held a hint of regret.
"I’m sorry, dear. I want to tell you everything, but the truth is, I don’t even know how to explain it myself. What I can tell you is that I’m searching for answers. Until then, I can’t fully explain my secrets," he said with a sincere, apologetic tone.
Sylphia continued to smile as she rested her head on his chest. After a mont, she looked into his eyes once more.
"Speaking of dreams, I’ve had similar experiences to yours. There’s one dream in particular that felt so vivid—it was as if I was really there, not just dreaming," Sylphia said. She then recounted the dream where she t a mysterious woman with a giant tree visible in the distance.
As Aldrian listened to Sylphia’s story, his brow furrowing. The woman and the scenery she described felt strikingly familiar to him.
"Wait," he said. "This woman in your dream—did she have elven ears?"
Sylphia froze for a mont, stunned by his question, before slowly nodding. "Yes," she replied.
"Did she wear a knee-length green dress and have golden hair?" Aldrian asked.
Sylphia’s eyes widened in surprise. "Yes, how do you know?" she asked, astonished.
Aldrian pondered slightly as he answered her. "I t her once in Balin City. It was an unexpected encounter, though it wasn’t a dream—it was a vision, I’d say. It happened after I picked a strange leaf. I still have it with , even now."
He then recounted the brief eting he had with the mysterious woman. Sylphia listened in awe as Aldrian told his version of the encounter. Could it be that the woman could appear in their dreams or visions at will, or was there sothing more to it?
Sylphia was left astonished by what Aldrian had shared. The woman had even kowtowed to him. Was there so deeper aning to all of this?
In front of her, the mysterious woman had appeared as a reverend, motherly figure—soone to be placed on a high pedestal. Although Sylphia had never seen her before, that was the overwhelming sense she got after their encounter. She couldn’t fathom such a figure suddenly kowtowing to anyone. Yet, as she thought about it, Sylphia wasn’t entirely surprised. After all, the woman had ntioned that Aldrian was soone whose origin even she couldn’t comprehend.
"I wonder what their relationship was in the past?" Sylphia thought, her curiosity piqued. However, as soon as the thought crossed her mind, a pout ford on her lips, and a sudden wave of jealousy washed over her. The mysterious woman was so beautiful—did she and Aldrian share a deeper bond than Sylphia had imagined?
Unable to quell the feeling, Sylphia buried her head against Aldrian’s chest.
While Sylphia wrestled with her jealous thoughts, Aldrian’s mind was occupied with sothing else. If Sylphia could see the woman in her dreams, then why now? Why could she only see her recently? Did it have sothing to do with him and Sylphia confirming their relationship? More than that, why had the woman approached Sylphia and not him? The only ti he’d t her was in Balin City—so why was Sylphia the one to encounter her?
"Is it because of the karma connection?" he wondered.
As he and Sylphia confird their love for each other, their karma would undoubtedly grow stronger and more solid. With their fates intertwined, was it because of that? Aldrian closed his eyes, entering a state of ditation. Despite being naked and still holding Sylphia close, he was able to ditate.
After a few monts, Aldrian opened his eyes. Before him, he saw the karmic thread with Sylphia—a red thread, even redder than blood, symbolizing the depth of their love for each other. He had never seen his thread with Sylphia before, so this was his first ti witnessing it. He observed it for a few seconds, but sothing seed off. Above the red karmic thread, he noticed sothing strange.
He thought he saw sothing—a thin, transparent thread that appeared and disappeared in the blink of an eye. It was much smaller than the red karmic thread, and it only lasted for a few seconds before vanishing from his sight, not appearing again. However, the mont he saw that thin thread, sothing inside his mind seed to explode. A sudden wave of new comprehension washed over him. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation as it filled his mind.
Sylphia, still pouting from her jealousy, suddenly sensed sothing different from Aldrian and looked into his eyes. She saw him with his eyes closed, but she could feel his aura fluctuating. The feeling was hard to wrap her mind around—it was as if...
"He is here, but at the sa ti, he is not. He is the sa, but at the sa ti, he is not," she thought.
She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the ridiculous notion. She thought she was going crazy, but then another thought crossed her mind.
"Did Aldrian comprehend sothing?"
At this mont, inside Aldrian’s mind, he saw countless vivid visions. So were familiar, ones he had already experienced, while others were entirely new. The visions were so vivid that he felt as if he could step into them, to feel the world within them.
Despite their differences, Aldrian noticed a similarity in all of them. In each vision, he saw different won, yet he recognized them all, as though they had shared a long history together. His feelings for each of them mirrored what he felt for Sylphia—yet even deeper. He witnessed countless monts spent with these won, experiencing different situations, each more profound than the last.
There were tis when he was in poor condition, but she was the only one who ca to him. There were monts when he was alone, yet she was the only one who stayed by his side. At tis when he was so rich he lacked for nothing, he still found peace in her presence. Through countless situations, she was the woman who always appeared, standing by his side.
Looking at all of this, Aldrian reached his own conclusion—the sa conclusion he had co to so ti ago.
"These are the many different lives that Sylphia and I have experienced in the past. And that thin thread... it has sothing to do with karma."
However, Aldrian sensed that this was sothing even more profound than karma. Though it gave him a similar feeling, he could tell that it was different when he truly comprehended it.
The thread that connects everything—everything tied together, transcending ti and space. You are the only one who can control this connection.
The Thread of Origin.
Suddenly, he heard a voice coming from nowhere. But it was a voice he knew all too well.
"The voice of ’that’ person!"
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