Chapter 20
Do as this humble servant asks.
"Weave all gratitude.
"In Your Name all proposals are established."
"Haaah—haaah—haaah.
"Is it true that the start has just been declared?"
"In the name of personal humility, it allows the acceptance of repentance to be carried out as ordained.
"And for the continuation of time that is surely hoped, it displays the edge of the world trapped upon the sharp thorns of the Almighty!"
Moments before acting, declaring precisely the agenda according to the firmness of conscience, the intention to separate one component from another was indicated as the foundation, the reason why the Crystal Consciousness had to voice its opinion, delivering an admonition meant solely for Sister Ling Xu.
Whether the progress succeeds or not is no longer the main concern, the proposal of results relates to interpreting dependence upon submission, absolute obedience as long as the ritual is carried out.
It cannot be determined solely by Ling Xu's actions, highlighting the present trial to mark, to measure how truly arranged her seriousness is.
It cannot be denied that it is excessive, an extraordinary threshold for a beginner with no striking talent to bring forth.
At the very least, there is the opportunity to bear the weight of the burden by projecting words more than sufficient, and naturally, skepticism without being asked arises instantly, hurriedly arriving and continuously accelerating negative thoughts far beyond the range.
Yet remembering that the path of cultivation is never easy, always shrouded with thorns of obstacles that at times may stab, the young woman's consciousness chose to nod, not defining the desire to refute nor even respond, a prudence that would later prove to be useful.
It was meant to evade, to avoid even the slightest misstep while the precision of conditions was being regulated, sanity within the depths continued to resonate, absorbing the acceptance of advice no less than once in meaning, deciding interaction as her fingers circled and her hands moved, seeking nothing less than perfection.
While the deactivation proceeded smoothly, continuation was not allowed to cease, she sought to move her right palm from below upwards while the other palm mirrored in the opposite direction.
Alternating continuously, redrawing as though following long-instructed patterns, returning to the original position after having reached precisely four.
Afterward, the tightness of her lips began to loosen, identifying freedom no longer restrained, seizing the present chance as she wove closure and opening in natural succession.
No other but skillful gestures appeared, proposing unity that Ling Xu sought to weave as much as possible, allowing the Crystal Consciousness to deny one or two commands while movements coordinated in orderly fashion.
Systematic actions did not always align, producing results only if gentle guidance refused to accompany them.
The intervals between gestures coordinating beauty neither lacked nor exceeded, regardless of the wind that brushed past, delivering gloom to the horizon beyond ordinary sight, coating stains with darkness of a kind that not even earthly shadows could rival.
A foolish stillness was required to be arranged.
Choosing to turn away, ignoring the obstacles that came with seven bolts of lightning as ornaments, the positioning of her feet shifted one after another, deliberately placed in alignment with the greater will, proposing her left foot to rest slightly forward and left-leaning before moving, then setting her left back foot, and for a moment the beauty of the turn was admired and recorded.
Circling the area without hesitation, the imbalance that could have ruined the ritual was lived through, precision in the agenda continuously affirmed, giving her the chance to murmur, releasing the locked lips while magnificence so smoothly revealed the truth.
The longer it was observed, the formation of creation could not be dismissed, highlighting the display of thighs that could not be fully covered, a slight lapse that could be taken advantage of by any lustful eye while her delicate tiptoeing was examined.
After the graceful circling was projected, a pause was labeled before the second verse was released, validated without obstruction, according to the conditions informing Ling Xu's subconscious which now understood, realizing this second response was delivered naturally, quick to grasp as the abandoned Divine Bloom continued to assert existence.
The trembling was nothing more than minor, but the grandeur of the response, for a moment a ray of light was felt stolen, no hue remained except the dazzling blend that blinded, imperfections of sight dissolved as black translations began to restructure.
It signaled the coming of diseases, soon her eyes were found to flash unnaturally as routine gestures snapped forward, crimson blood without hindrance shone, characterizing fresh rivers flowing from one stream to another, continuously expanding as scorching intensity was prioritized.
Ignored for an undetermined time, especially concerning the end of the woven fabric, it was "healthy" in a sarcastic sense where one knot was carefully observed, underlying hunger for power difficult to avoid, restrained once more as crimson painted the sky.
The weight of burden haunting would not matter, impossibilities were continuously marked, extinguishing the will to withdraw so quickly.
Thus, in the unusual cycles of weaving, Sister Ling Xu consciously nodded, deciding to advance without extinguishing the blaze of spirit, repeatedly encouraging herself as the instructions projected ahead.
No longer bound in frozen silence, the placement of her palms was proposed as an interlock, her fingers aligned in perfect symmetry, fully trusting the words of the Consciousness, keeping only slight distance marked between her chest.
She kept her fingers bound without desire to release, while the direction of her palms faced the horizon and were welcomed, categorizing the long hand of the clock moving forward to begin, initiating the broadcast of the second verse of incantation. At the same time, her proposed closing of the eyes gradually faded, slowly ending the fullness of shut lids, relinquishing the notion of deactivation while light seeped into her gaze.
It did not feel completely finished, describing a continuation to be further tested, underlining the moment when the snap was captured amid the warmth of encounter.
None other than the meeting of the middle finger and the thumb.
Once instructed to unite, the harmony was inevitable and rose high, palms raised above her head until the gentleness of the snap was executed.
The authenticity of the snap was unexpected, precisely following the order requested by the Consciousness at its deepest layer.
The golden beam of light was of course unnatural, an orchestrated event that soothed the strings, merely highlighting the forefront of Ling Xu's body.
Ignoring the world's gaze repeatedly etched upon her, as the snapping continued, it signaled the agenda of graceful transitions being marked.
It was carried out slowly, not hastened, her body turning until it was done, completing six rotations with three clockwise, while the rest opposed the ticking of time.
The snapping was not ethical to manifest, initiating every beat as the reason for plucking.
Thus, instead of placing every corner in repetition of agenda, a conclusion was reached, producing the perfection of rotation to be inscribed, brushing both fingers in unison for each full circle formed.
Afterward, or more precisely observing the actual event during the fourth verse, no significant motion was declared to be unraveled.
The surroundings remained the same, covered in rushing crimson without knowledge of when or where the cycle would end.
To be continued…